"Hey baby," my mom says.
"Hey mama, we comin over to eat. Did you cook?" I ask
"Yes and we? Who is we Ki?" My mom asks.
"You'll see mama," I tell her.
"Okay Ki, but it betta not be sum hooker you found on the street or one of your little gangbangers you hang with," she says hanging up.
I throw my phone in the back seat and put my hand on Malayah's thigh. I know she's scared. I can feel her leg shaking.
"Baby, calm down, my mama nice, you ain't gotta worry about nun," I say.
My mama has always been there for me. She use to do everything to make sure me and my siblings had food on the table. Even when ha back was fucked up. She's my inspiration. I love my mama ta death.
"Okay, I'm just nervous, what's her name?" Malayah asks.
"Shelby," I tell her.
She just nods her head. She keeps biting her damn lip. She don't know how fucking sexy that shit look.
"Malayah, stop biting your lip," I mumble.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous, what if she don't like me?" She starts rambling.
"Yo, Malayah just calm down baby, she gonna like you," I reassure her.
She stops shaking her leg and lets out a breathe.
"Okay," she says. I hear her stomach growl then she gasps.
"What now Malayah?" I groan.
"I'm fucking high Kimetrius," we both look at each other and bust out laughing.
"Oh my stars, do I look high?" She asks. I look at her. Yes.
"Nah baby, you look fine," I lie.
I don't want ha worrying.
"Okay good," she sighs. I just laugh to myself.
"What's funny?" She asks me. I just shake my head.
I pull into my mama's driveway. I turn off the car and look at Malayah. She's looking out the window.
"Forreal Kimetrius, what if she don't like me?" She says, in a serious tone.
"Baby, she will, I know she will," I say.
She lets out a big sigh and we get out the car. I knock on the door.
"It's open Ki!" I hear my mama say.
I open the door and I see my mama standing ova a pot, stirring something. Malayah is close behind me, hiding like a child. I step from in front of ha. My mama turns around and gasps. She quickly smiles afta ha lil shock.
"Kimetrius, who is this?" She ask with a wide smile.
"This is Malayah mama," I tell her.
Malayah waves and gives her a smile.
"Oh my gosh, you are just so beautiful," my mama says.
"You are too, Mrs. Shelby," Malayah says.
"I'm not married, but you don't have to call me miss, just call me Shelby," my mama says.
She puts down her spoon and walks over to us giving me a hug. She stops in front of Malayah and gives ha a hug too. Malayah hugs her back, smiling.
"Come sit," she says, leading us to the living room. We sit on the couch.
"So Malayah, how old are you?" My mama asks.
I groan but she gives me a look. My mama use to beat the fuck outta me when I was younger and I know she won't be afraid to do it in front of Malayah.
"I'm 18," Malayah tells ha.
"Oh really? 12th grade right?" My mama asks.
"Yes ma'am," Malayah answers.
"You're a beautiful girl Malayah," my mama tells her.
Malayah thanks my mama.
"So what did you make mama?" I ask her.
"Food," she snaps.
Malayah laughs and I groan. She's starting to get comfortable, which is good.
"Malayah, are you a picky eater?"
My mama hates picky eaters. She use to work so hard to put food on our plate but my sibling complained because they ain't like it, so she would give it to me because she knew I would eat it and let them stay hungry but end up feeding them because she's a loving person.
"No ma'am," she answers.
"Good, come eat, the food is just bout ready," my mama says.
We follow her to the kitchen. She pulls out macaroni from the oven.
"Mama, where yo heathens at?" I ask, referring to my siblings.
"At they daddy house," she answers, "Malayah do you know how to cook?"
"Yes ma'am," Malayah answers, "my mom taught me."
"I bet your mother is very proud of you. What are you guys gonna do for your graduation?" My mama asks her.
"Oh well, she's deployed," Malayah croaks. Her eyes are red, she look like she bout to cry. I give her a hug. My mama turns around and her smile falls. She rushes over to Malayah pushes me out the way.
"Move boy," she says, giving Malayah a hug.
Malayah laughs through her tears.
"I'm afraid to ask about your father," my mama states.
"He died, in a car accident, and it was my fault," Malayah sobs.
I didn't even know that.
"I'm so sorry, it's okay," my mama says rubbing ha back, "come on, eat. It'll make you feel better because I know your ass is high."
Malayah laughs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know we was gonna come here," Malayah says.
"It's fine baby, I use to do it too," my mama tells her.
They getting along pretty well. Maybe I should marry her, to early to tell though. This is the only girl my mama actually really likes.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Malayah asks.
"Of course, it's right over there," my mama says, pointing to the bathroom.
Malayah follows her finger and walks into the bathroom.
"Why you so quiet baby?" My mama asks me, "are you okay?"
"Yea I'm fine, I was jus thinking bout sum," I tell her.
"I really like her Ki, she's sweet and beautiful. And she don't stink," she laughs,
I laugh with her.
She starts fixing our plates, I decide to help her.
"Mama, you really like her?" I ask her.
"Yes Kimetrius," she says, "she's a keeper, I can tell."
My mama is usually always right. She always told me imma do big things in life and here I am, a rapper who just touched his first million not too long ago and all because of her and my family. Family is everything to me. I can't wait ya start one for myself.
"She's the one Ki, I want her to be the mother of my grandbabies," my mama says
"Me too mama."
