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Chapter Four- Mommy Issues
Jazabelle
It's early in the morning, about 6am and today I'm opening the salon early for my best friend Shayla, who wants her hair done in braids because she has a big week ahead of her.
"Damn it's hot in here." She says as she walks in.
I take off my sunglasses and turn on a few of the lights and close and lock the door. "Girl I know, I can't believe your ass got me up this damn early braiding?"
"Don't act like you don't love me."
"Yeah yeah, take a seat."
After fifteen minutes, I have her head in the sink as I'm massaging conditioner through her hair. "So how you been?" I ask, saying that I haven't seen her in awhile, just like me she's a hair stylist but she travels, her ass probably makes the lace fronts in Atlanta in my opinion and has everybody up on her shit. We've been friends since middle school and our bond has never been broken, she's very pretty, she's a little bit taller then me, with light caramel skin and hazel eyes, that are slanted and she's a little on the chunky side, but one of the most beautiful women I know.
"Girl tired as usual and stressed, can't you tell by the thinning of my edges." She jokes.
"Stop." I pop my gum. "What you've been stressed about."
"My job, but me and Parker going through some shit too."
Parker happens to be her fiancée, a rich white man from London who spoils her ass to pieces, that's another reason I never see her because theirs always taking trips and shit but as long as she's happy, I'm okay. At first, I didn't really trust him because I thought he was was weird, but they met while Shayla was on a cruise in Puerto Rico, at the time I was with her and , it seem like the two of them clicked, at the moment they first saw each other.
"What y'all going through?" I grab a shower cap and put it over her hair, so it could be deep conditioned, then sit her up.
"He wants to have a baby Jazabelle."
"Okay and what's wrong with that?"
"I don't know if I'm ready girl, I'm only 26, I have a whole career to tend to and I just don't think a child would ever suit me."
"Girl.... You got a whole daddy war bucks on ya arm, you better have that baby because if you do it's gon help you out in the long run."
"Wow Jazabelle! Is that all you think about is taking a mans money?"
"No! I'm just saying, give him a baby! And inherit a few millions while you at it, damn lighten up!"
"Inheriting money is far from off my mine, if I have a child with a man I want to feel settled and be ready. You really be talking crazy."
"Shit, you really be talking crazy."
"When are you gonna get a man Jazz."
I squint my eyes as I'm gathering up some braiding in hair from my station. "What are you talking about, I enjoy being single and just dating when I have the time."
"What you do is not dating?"
"Girl let's keep this professional, You're here for me to do your hair."
She laughs. "I've been knowing your ass for 12 years, I don't have to keep shit professional with you sis! You need to get ya self together."
