All of Me

III

IF YOU ALL SEE ANY OLD PICTURES FROM THE PREVIOUS VERSION OF THIS STORY, PLEASE DISREGARD THEM. I DELETED THEM BEFORE PUBLISHING BUT IT SEEMS LIKE A FEW OF THEM ARE STILL MAKING AN APPEARANCE. THE PICTURES AT THE BEGINNING ARE THE CORRECT ONES‼️

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Heather walked into the restaurant where she was meeting Mya for brunch. It was Saturday and the women planned their monthly brunch together. Micah was at home with Chance, and they had a full day of events for father and son time.

Heather spotted Mya sitting in a booth sipping a mimosa. She approached her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hey, suga." Heather said, claiming her seat across her best friend.

Mya smirked. "Chance must've gave you that I'm sorry dick last night."

Heather gasped. "Girl, don't air my business out like that."

"Mhmm, I need the details before the server comes back." Mya said.

Heather laughed, giving in. "So, we haven't had sex in about two months. My mama and Dear kept Micah for a bit longer because my uncle was over there and he was chilling with him. Chance got off work on time and he put the offer on the table, so I took it. Bitch, when I tell you—this nigga touched my mind, body, soul, and spirit!"

Mya squealed. "Was it that good, girl?!"

"Girl!" Heather groaned. "It felt so good, he had me tapping out in the middle of round one. My shit is still thumping."

"Baby number two on the way." Mya joked.

Heather quickly shook her head. "No ma'am."

The women continued to converse as they enjoyed their brunch date. Afterwards, they went shopping then went to Mya and Shakur's townhouse to relax for the rest of the day.

"Damn, they beat us here." Mya said as they entered the home. "You wanna stay or—"

"Baby? That's you?" Shakur said from the living room.

Mya rolled her eyes. "Me and Heather."

"Oh, shit!" Shakur exclaimed. "Bring y'all lil asses 'round here!"

Heather laughed as she followed Mya in the living room. Shakur, Amaru, Arman, and Killian were sitting on the couches watching college football games.

"Ms. McDaniel!" Killian shouted, standing up from the couch. "What are you doing here?"

"Damn, Kill. You know everybody. How you know her?" Arman asked the little boy.

"She's my teacher." Killian replied.

"Teacher?!" Arman exclaimed as he looked back at Heather. "Gah damn! Since when teachers looked like this?!"

"Arman, she's mine. I already have to keep her away from my daddy." Killian said, making everyone laugh.

"Chill out, Kill." Amaru laughed.

Mya scoffed. "Y'all are so embarrassing. Make some room for us. We want to sit down too."

"Come sit next to me, Ms. McDaniel!" Killian said quickly.

Heather smiled. "Only if you promise to not tell anyone we hung out outside of school."

"My lips are sealed, ma'am." Killian promised. She went to sit between him and his father, but he quickly corrected her. "I don't trust him next to you—other side."

Amaru sucked his teeth. "Stop trippin!"

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"Do you really have to go?" Killian pouted as Heather collected her phone, purse, and car keys.