gettin’ on my nerves.”
“Kyrese, according to you, everybody gets on your nerves.” Billie began unpacking the groceries.
“Nah, Ma, for real, straight up. Kaylee and Kenzie knew that I wanted to watch Rob and Big at eleven, but they gon’ try and be ignorant and go in there and turn on the TV at ten fifty-eight, talkin’ about they got there first.”
Billie couldn’t help but laugh. Kaylee and Kenzie were always trying to do something to aggravate their brother.
“I’ll talk to them. Tell them to come here.”
Kyrese placed his hands up to his mouth and yelled. “Kunta Kenzie and Kaylee, yo’ mama want you!”
“I said go get them, not scream from the kitchen, boy.” Billie thumped him in the back of his head.
“Ow, Mama! Dang, that hurt!” Kyrese massaged the sore spot.
“Yes, Mommy.” Kaylee and Kenzie skipped into the room looking as angelic as ever, even though they were too grown for their own good.
That afternoon, they both wore pink sleeveless ruffle dresses that Billie had bought in Paris. Seeing all of her children together brought an instant smile to her face. To her, they were the cutest kids on earth. They all possessed honey-colored skin and long, wild, curly brown hair. To most, Kyrese was the spitting image of Jaden Smith, while Kaylee and Kenzie reminded her of Sasha Obama.
“First off, would you like something to drink while I’m in here?” Billie asked. “’Cause when I leave out, I don’t wanna hear nothing about, I’m thirsty, can I have this, can I have that ?”
“Chardonnay, please,” Kaylee said matter-of-factly.
“Li’l girl, don’t play wit’ me.”
“Aw, Mama, you’re no fun. Get wit’ it. Like Candy say, a li’l sip er’ now and then ain’t gon’ hurt nothin’.”
“Let’s not forget Candy is crazy, and anyway, why are you two tormenting your brother?”
“Who, us?” They both placed their hands up to their chests and looked around, stunned. “Why would we do such a thing like that, Mommy?” Kenzie batted her eyes.
“Let your brother watch TV.”
“But why?” Kaylee whined, jumping up and down. “We were there first!”
“Question me again and see what’s gon’ happen,” Billie warned, giving her the evil eye.
“But it’s not fair, Mommy!” Kaylee jumped in.
“Um, you heard what I said.”
“Daaaaaaady!” They both ran from the room in search of their father.
“I don’t know what you think that’s gon’ do!” Billie yelled after them. “Like he gon’ whoop me!” She turned her attention back to Kyrese. “Go on in the room and watch that TV, boy.”
“Thanks, Ma.” He smiled.
Billie rolled her eyes and continued to put up the food. Seconds later, Cain entered the kitchen. The smell of his Gucci cologne intoxicated her nose. Billie turned around and faced him. Cain wasn’t the finest man on earth, but every time she laid eyes on him, her heart would melt. He was a six foot, 230-pound chocolate quarterback with muscles the size of Zeus. Since the day they’d met in the quad during their freshman year of college, he’d made her feel that way.
But ten years into their marriage, things began to change. Someone finally saw the beauty she saw in him, and named him one of People magazine’s most beautiful people. Homeboy flipped and lost his mind. In the off season, instead of spending time with Billie and the kids, he was often found out of town, club-hoppin’ with his teammates. When they were together, the conversations they shared were forced, and when Billie tried to bring up her concerns about his behavior, the end result would be him grabbing his car keys and leaving.
Then the late night phone calls began, and the scent of another woman’s perfume was left in his clothes. Things got so bad that Cain stopped coming home at night. Billie did everything she could to get their marriage back on track: counseling, dressing up in lingerie, fuckin’ him in every position imaginable, and taking it in the
“Kyrese, according to you, everybody gets on your nerves.” Billie began unpacking the groceries.
“Nah, Ma, for real, straight up. Kaylee and Kenzie knew that I wanted to watch Rob and Big at eleven, but they gon’ try and be ignorant and go in there and turn on the TV at ten fifty-eight, talkin’ about they got there first.”
Billie couldn’t help but laugh. Kaylee and Kenzie were always trying to do something to aggravate their brother.
“I’ll talk to them. Tell them to come here.”
Kyrese placed his hands up to his mouth and yelled. “Kunta Kenzie and Kaylee, yo’ mama want you!”
“I said go get them, not scream from the kitchen, boy.” Billie thumped him in the back of his head.
“Ow, Mama! Dang, that hurt!” Kyrese massaged the sore spot.
“Yes, Mommy.” Kaylee and Kenzie skipped into the room looking as angelic as ever, even though they were too grown for their own good.
That afternoon, they both wore pink sleeveless ruffle dresses that Billie had bought in Paris. Seeing all of her children together brought an instant smile to her face. To her, they were the cutest kids on earth. They all possessed honey-colored skin and long, wild, curly brown hair. To most, Kyrese was the spitting image of Jaden Smith, while Kaylee and Kenzie reminded her of Sasha Obama.
“First off, would you like something to drink while I’m in here?” Billie asked. “’Cause when I leave out, I don’t wanna hear nothing about, I’m thirsty, can I have this, can I have that ?”
“Chardonnay, please,” Kaylee said matter-of-factly.
“Li’l girl, don’t play wit’ me.”
“Aw, Mama, you’re no fun. Get wit’ it. Like Candy say, a li’l sip er’ now and then ain’t gon’ hurt nothin’.”
“Let’s not forget Candy is crazy, and anyway, why are you two tormenting your brother?”
“Who, us?” They both placed their hands up to their chests and looked around, stunned. “Why would we do such a thing like that, Mommy?” Kenzie batted her eyes.
“Let your brother watch TV.”
“But why?” Kaylee whined, jumping up and down. “We were there first!”
“Question me again and see what’s gon’ happen,” Billie warned, giving her the evil eye.
“But it’s not fair, Mommy!” Kaylee jumped in.
“Um, you heard what I said.”
“Daaaaaaady!” They both ran from the room in search of their father.
“I don’t know what you think that’s gon’ do!” Billie yelled after them. “Like he gon’ whoop me!” She turned her attention back to Kyrese. “Go on in the room and watch that TV, boy.”
“Thanks, Ma.” He smiled.
Billie rolled her eyes and continued to put up the food. Seconds later, Cain entered the kitchen. The smell of his Gucci cologne intoxicated her nose. Billie turned around and faced him. Cain wasn’t the finest man on earth, but every time she laid eyes on him, her heart would melt. He was a six foot, 230-pound chocolate quarterback with muscles the size of Zeus. Since the day they’d met in the quad during their freshman year of college, he’d made her feel that way.
But ten years into their marriage, things began to change. Someone finally saw the beauty she saw in him, and named him one of People magazine’s most beautiful people. Homeboy flipped and lost his mind. In the off season, instead of spending time with Billie and the kids, he was often found out of town, club-hoppin’ with his teammates. When they were together, the conversations they shared were forced, and when Billie tried to bring up her concerns about his behavior, the end result would be him grabbing his car keys and leaving.
Then the late night phone calls began, and the scent of another woman’s perfume was left in his clothes. Things got so bad that Cain stopped coming home at night. Billie did everything she could to get their marriage back on track: counseling, dressing up in lingerie, fuckin’ him in every position imaginable, and taking it in the
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