"What do you think my brain is made for? Is it just the container for the mind?" Frank Ocean.
Tuesdai
At this moment in time Rahmell Carter is having a hissy fit. He doesn't want the therapist to do his job at all. "Aye man, don't get too close to my dick, I ain't into that shit." He growled. I gave him that look and he straightened up pretty fast. I smirked and went back to reading my magazine. We had been at this therapy routine for almost a month and Rah was making lots of progress even if he did act like a baby about it.
"We done yet?" He whined. The instructor nodded his head, I think he couldn't stand Rahmell just as much as Rah didn't like him. "Thanks Kyle" I smiled sincerely. "No prob Tues." "Aye, so when I talk to you, you act like you can't speak." Rahmel smacked his teeth. Me and Kyle chuckled and he walked away. "That nigga like you?" Rah asked as we entered the car. I shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? I only have eyes for one person.
He rolled his eyes. "Don't butter me up Tues." He smiled. "You're such a girl." "I'm your girl." He retorted. I laughed and drove off.
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"Why I gotta get all dressed up anyway Tues? It's just mama's house." Rah whined. I ignored him and continued to wand curl my hair. "I'm not gonna argue you with Rahmell Timothy. Your mother said to dress up and that's what you will be doing." He huffed and sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless. "I already have one mother Tues, I don't need two." "Says the nigga that can't even pick out his own clothes." I mumbled. He smacked his teeth. "Speak up Tues." "Nothin' baby." I smiled.
He got up and walked back to the closet."I can pick out my own damn clothes! I don't need you." I smirked as I finished up my hair. I walked into the closet to see Rah on the floor with his arms crossed. "What's wrong with you." "Pick somethin' out for me." He mumbled."What was that?" "You heard me." I smiled. "And is that how you ask?" "Do I care?" I rolled my eyes. "Ask nicely" I pouted. "Oh my God, Tuesdai Carter can you please, please pick my clothes out for me?"
"Tuesdai Carter? Hmm, got a nice little ring to it." I laughed. "Yeah, yeah, just hurry up before mama kick my ass for not being on time." I picked out his clothes and mine as well before hoping in the shower and doing my makeup. I was a bit nervous because I hadn't seen or talked to Rah's mom in years and she had no clue that we were back together. Tonight was going to be a surprise for her, especially now that I'm pregnant again.
"Tues, hurry up man!" "Shut up! I'm coming!" I yelled. I slid on my Giuseppe's and walked down the steps. "I smell good?" Rah asked. I sniffed him. "Yup." "We're the weirdest couple ever." He chuckled. "That we are." He grabbed my hand and led me out the house before locking up. He opened my side of the door. "Rah, your crutches." "I don't need em." "Rahmell." "Tuesdai, I said I don't need them, just chill baby."
"I swear Rahmell, if you as so much start whining about being on your left leg I will beat your ass." I warned. "I'm good." He ignored my threat and jogged over to his side. I crossed my arms and kept my mouth shut the whole. I hated when he did that. I'm just looking out for his ugly ass and he just brushes it off like it's nothin'. "So you gon have this attitude all night?" "Yup." I looked out the window. "You are such a drama queen I swear. The crutches are in the trunk. You happy?" I smiled and looked at him.
"Very." "Whatever, so you ready to see ma?" I sighed. "Nope, not even close." "Why?" I shrugged. "Haven't talked to her in a long ass time. How do you think she'll react to me being there, engaged and pregnant again?" "Shit." He mumbled. "Maybe I should've thought this out more." "Ya think." He sighed. "Well ain't shit to do now. We here."
He parked and walked over to my side to open my door. He grabbed me by my waist, causing me to look into his eyes. "You'll be fine babe. I'll be right there." I shook my head and puckered up my lips. He smiled and kissed my lips multiple times. "Love you." I kissed him back. "Love you too papi. Le's go." I grabbed his arm and knocked on the door. A minute or two later ma came to the door. She covered her mouth as she teared up. I dropped hands with Rah and cried on her shoulder as she brushed my hair with her hand.
"Tuesdai?" She croaked out. I looked up at her and smiled. "Hey ma." She screamed and hugged me tighter. "Mama, not so tight, look down." Rah mentioned. She pulled away from me and she gasped, placing a hand on my small belly. "You're not!" "I am." She kissed all over my face before ushering us in. "Well just forget your only child then." Rah mumbled. "Boy hush. We talk everyday, I'm pissed you didn't tell me!" She spat. He shrugged. "Wanted to do it face to face."
"Well don't do that shit." She rolled her eyes. He shrugged as he began to plate food. She slapped his hand. "Not yet!" She glared. "Damn ma! Why? who we waiting on! The party's here." He said pointing at me." "No, some one else is coming." She said. "Well tell em hurry up, and why is it that you wanted me to dress up?" "Boy, don't question me, I'm grown."
"So am I!" "Rahmell! I will take this spoon so far up your ass, you'll question your sexuality all over again." He glared at her knowing he couldn't win. I chuckled and I guess that was his time to say something. "Tues that ain't funny." He pouted. I grabbed his chin. "Aww baby, you know she just playin'." I cooed. "Nah, she hurt my damn feelings." "Ahh suck it up boy!" She interjected. I kissed his cheek.
The doorbell rang and ma almost broke her neck getting to the door. Soon her and a older man about her age appeared. She was all smiles and Rah and I were all confused. I stood up out of manners as Rah still looked at the man like he knew him. "Pops?" He asked. The man sighed before nodding. "Hey Rahmell." "Ah hell nah!"
Hi! So I know this was long overdue, but I'm graduating this week! Yasss! C/O 2014 turn up!! lol, but leave me some comments and votes.
P.S. I won't be updating for a while, that's why I decided to update, I just need a little break to get my self together, so hopefully this'll hold ya'll over for a week or two.
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