ᴍᴏᴛɪᴇsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴋɪɴɢ (#1 ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟs ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ)✓

45: Tiesha And The Breakfast

Tiesha still wasn’t talking to Koko.

It had been a full week since their fight, and not a single call had come through from her so-called best friend.

Tiesha hadn’t bothered to call her either. Stubborn pride was a dangerous thing between them — and both women had enough of it to fuel a small war.

Lowe, on the other hand, refused to get dragged into the drama.

He’d show up every now and then to pick up little Esther, taking her to have playdates with his own son, Daquan.

He had made it very clear to Tiesha that he didn’t care if the mothers were fighting — he wasn’t about to let the bond between their children fall apart.

“I’m not gonna ruin what they got,” he’d said last time, handing Esther’s backpack back to her. “They’re kids. They ain’t got nothing to do with this grown-up mess.”

That had stuck with her, even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud.

Now, in the kitchen, the smell of sizzling breakfast filled the air. She sighed and rubbed her face with one hand, trying to focus on the eggs before they went rubbery.

She was just about to plate everything when she felt a familiar set of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind.

“Good morning, Queen,” Ky’Mon murmured, pressing a warm kiss to her neck.

Tiesha smiled in spite of herself. “Morning, King,” she said, turning her head to give him a proper kiss.

“I told you not to bother,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I won’t have to bother if you’d just eat on time,” she countered.

The truth was, before she ever got pregnant with Esther, she’d noticed Ky’Mon’s terrible eating habits.

It wasn’t that there was no food in the house — he was just so busy that he’d forget to eat until two in the afternoon most days.

The only exceptions were weekends, when he’d slow down enough to grab a meal.

So she’d made it her business to make sure he ate breakfast before work and had snacks packed for later — something to hold him over if he couldn’t sit down for lunch.

“Thanks, Lil mama,” Ky’Mon grinned, smacking her backside lightly before heading off toward the shower.

By the time he came back to the dining room, his hair was damp and he was ready to eat. He dug into his breakfast while she packed his snacks into the bag.

Her phone rang just then. She didn’t bother checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” she answered casually.

“You done giving attitude? ’Cause I miss you,” came Koko’s voice.

Tiesha froze for a second, then rolled her eyes. “Really?”

“Yes! Meet me at the park by twelve, bring Honey,” Koko said, referring to Esther.

“I’m not coming,” Tiesha replied flatly.

“Why? What exactly you mad for?”

“That you didn’t tell me about Heaven,” she shot back.

“Don’t let that hoe come between us, babe. Look, I just didn’t tell you ’cause I knew Ky’Mon ain’t gonna give in — not in the next hundred years.”

“This isn’t about Ky’Mon,” Tiesha said, glancing at him as his head lifted at the sound of his name. He arched an eyebrow.

“This is about us. You my best friend. We tell each other everything.”