Him & Her [Interracial(B. 2/2)]

Step Parents

Mama Rilanae Jones up top :D

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Naya Brown;

I sat at our nearby Denny's waiting for Rilanae to come meet me here for lunch. I smoothed my dress out a bit and shifted in my seat, pretending to be on my phone. I stared at the background of TJ in his crib asleep before I heard a loud foreign voice.

"Oh, chinita!" she said as her chest jumped and her heels clicked. This woman looked amazing to be however old she was. I stood up as she hugged me tightly and made me jump with her. She kissed my cheek lightly before we sat down quickly. She smiled a beautiful smile as I noticed her perfect beauty mark next to her mouth.

"Hi-"

"I can't believe I finally got to see you after these years. We might not've know eachother yet but you can call me mama, ok?" she smiled. I nodded quickly so she would calm down.

We began to talk about my father and how she never remarried again because she actually was in love with my dad and he wanted her to look out for me. I told her about Terrence and showed her pictures from my phone of him and Bash.

"You're husband looks like one of my ex-husbands." she laughed. I lightly laughed feeling uneasy with them being around eachother if she came into my life.

"We're not married. We're just kind of going steady."

"Well you look happy with him, what're you waiting for. You don't like him, find another sexy Latin boy." she winked. "Why aren't you married?"

"Because in my previous marriage, or whatever we were, I didn't divorce him. I feel like if I keep holding back then Sebastian is gonna get tired of me." I said holding my head down.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go make the ass sign the divorce papers, it'll be easy."

"I can't-"

"Why? Stop hiding from me; you'll be seeing me a lot more now." she said seriously as she ate her steak.

"He hit me-"

"WHAT?!" she loudly asked looking at me with squinched eyebrows. I put my head down in embarassment as she lifted it back up. "What do you mean he touched you? You didn't hit him back? If it was me I would've cut his p*nis off-"

"Look, Rilanae-"

"Mama." she interrupted.

"Mama, I don't want to go all into it. I'm working on the divorce, I'm just trying to stay out the media." I said. A camera flashed outside and I turned my head to see a guy with a camera running away. I put my hand on my forehead and she patted my shoulder.

"Well since you'll be seeing me more, we're gonna do this together." she smiled. She began talking on a lighter topic as I got tired of listening to her. I kept my gaze on her while my mind wandered to Terrence and Bash. Did what's his face leave the house?

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Sebastian Martinez;

"Mom why would you tell him where I live now?" I gritted my teeth on the phone. I had TJ on the counter while I yelled at my mother. Sanchez was out for the day so I was just with Terrence.

"Stop yelling at me. I wouldn't let him here because I have a boyfriend." she said. I was confused why she would have a boyfriend at her age; my mom was beautiful but she didn't need a man.

"I don't like him."

"You don't know him Sebby." she said, using my childhood nickname.

"I don't have to know him to know he's just a young punk with no job."

"He's working now at-"

"McDonald's or Subway?" I cut her off. She was quiet for a second and I told her I'd talk to her later. She claims she'll be happy with some younger guy but I've seen it before. She spends more shit on them than herself and cries herself to sleep when they leave her.

I can't stop her from doing what she wants. I made Terrence stand up on the floor but he wouldn't walk for anything. My son can crawl and he isn't even one yet; that won't stop me from helping him walk.

"Come here TJ." I said as I sat on the floor. I waited until he got on his hands and knees to crawl towards me. It took him a minute or so but he reached me happily. I hugged and kissed his cheek wishing he was mine.

What would kids think when they grew up as friends? They'd know he's mixed but not with Latino. They'd say and ask hurtful things that he wouldn't answer. I just want him to be happy and confident when he gets older.

I heard the front door open and knew it was Naya since Sanchez didn't have a key and stood up while TJ was on the floor. She looked flushed and walked to the couch to sit. She didn't know I was in the kitchen so I just admired her quietly. She turned the TV on and got on her phone. She's the reason why the bills will go up but I don't care.

Justin Bieber was on television as his mugshots appeared.

"WHY ARE YOU SO HOT JUSTIN BIEBER?!" she yelled. I looked down to find Terrence missing and quietly panicked. I looked aroung the kitchen to see him not there and heard Naya speak again. "OH MY, TJ? Baby where did you come from?"

She held him to her closely and looked around before finally spotting me. She got up and calmed down a little bit.

"I thought this was some paranormal activity type stuff." she nervously laughed. I kissed her lips before smiling.

"Well before you were confessing your love to a criminal, Terrence and I was learning to walk." I smiled.

"Well he isn't even one yet so we don't have to rush." she said walking with him away.

"BY THE TIME HE'S 2 HE'LL BE IN SOCCER!" I said. I grabbed my ringing phone from my pocket to see an Oklahoma area code and answered. "Hello?"

"Sebastian? Hey it's Valerie. We need to talk."

"About what? Is this a problem?" I asked.

"Kyle is trying to come there and take his son back without any type of court hearing or legal justification-"

"Why are you so worried? He's not taking my son or Naya anywhere to court." I laughed.

"But he intends on bringing the press with him to make your career look bad."

"I could care less right now about the press. But if he steps one foot into my neighborhood, I'm calling the cops on him because he assaulted Naya."

"You need to think more Sebastian; my husband just told me he has lawyers getting paid by the moment to come up with some bull to take TJ away from you."

I hung up the phone. I didn't want to hear anything else because it wasn't going to change anything. And deep down in my heart I knew I'd have to get some type of legal help.

I grabbed some Ciroc from the fridge and poured it in a shot glass taking one by one.

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