Ain't No Wifey

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    “I can’t believe you did this ! We need to plan a trip to my grandparents ASAP.” Minka said rambled on.
    “I got practice , Ma, so you go tell them. Send them my regards and bring your pretty ass back to me as soon as possible.” Just then, Minka’s phone chimed.
    Minka s, Miami tomorrow. Gala for the autism awareness .
    Minka read the message from George’s assistant. It was perfect timing.
    “I’m going to leave tonight or tomorrow morning.”
    “Whatever you wanna do, baby, is fine with me but you gonna break me off with some before you leave,” He insisted doing the ‘Stevie J.’ smile.
    “Shit , you might get more than that. I’m wifey for lifey,” Minka waved the ring in his face, quoting Yvette from the movie Baby Boy .
                                “You crazy, bae.” Micah pulled off towards their home.
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
                  Minka laid in the spare bedroom of her grandparent’s house. She had took the red eye the night before and instead of going to her condo, she went to her grandparents. She really didn’t want to be alone with the freak, Austin, harassing her. Minka decided to do Face Time with Micah. She had only been gone a couple hours and she already missed him so much.
    “Make my morning , shorty.” Micah gave Minka that nickname because of her small stature. She lifted her shirt and exposed her breasts.
    “Damn , when you said you coming back again?” Micah asked.
    “In a week I’ll be back . I’m going to New York to check on my condo. I also want to tell my girl the good news.”
    “Baby , off subject, but what do you do that you have all these properties and you’re flying all over?”
    “A trust fund,” Minka lied, knowing her money her grandparents gave her was long gone.
    “So , I’m gonna be marrying a trust fund brat?”
    “Yup , with a shoe addiction. But I got to go babe, Gram is making breakfast.”
    “Shoes ain’t a problem as long as that’s all your addicted to…Ight. Love you.”
    “I love you , too,” Minka said for the first time and actually meaning it. Minka walked in the kitchen to the smell of fresh blueberry oatmeal and cinnamon toast. She came in late so she hadn’t seen her grandmother yet.
    “Good morning , Gram.”
    “I thought that was you , Minkas. Why you here?” Edna kissed her favorite granddaughter.
    “To show you this.” Minka flashed her ring.
    “That man proposed to you? He is a good man and I can see he makes you happy. You know what he does right?”
    “Yeah, Grams, and it was foul you didn’t tell me.”
    “It’s a lesson learned. Sometimes love happens by accident, when you least expect it. You can't prepare for it, you can't be ready. It just happens . Now, make this work and love that man like I know you can. Make sure you fill his stomach and empty his balls.” Edna chuckled at her twisted humor,
    “ Grams that is too much information. I don’t need to be talking about this with you.”
    “Child , why you think your grandfather is still around? I know how to take care of my man.” Minka laughed at her grandmother.
                  Minka spent the entire morning and afternoon with her grandparents. It was so refreshing to be with her two favorite people in the world. Her grandparents often told her they were lucky to be blessed at another chance at raising a daughter but Minka felt she was blessed to be raised by her grandparents. She could have had a horrible life with drugs, sex and other things but she lived a normal life with so much love, care, nurturing and she never wanted for anything. She was blessed to experience that when so many other kids didn’t.
                                                                              ***
                  Minka and George sat talking at their table at the gala. She enjoyed his company and the ten

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