“Bacon, please. Can you make my eggs over easy?”
I nodded, pulling out everything I needed to cook. This man could get whatever he wanted from me.
“Just get both pairs, Jour.” I rolled my eyes, adjusting Sage on my lap. I was seated outside the dressing room inSak’swhile she tried on different outfits. I didn’t mind, but she’d been going back and forth between the same two pairs of pants for the past 20 minutes.
“Fine. I wasn’t trying to put a dent in your pockets, but if you insist.” She shrugged, then added both pairs of jeans to the pile of clothes she planned to buy.
Our parents set us all up with trust funds that we didn’t have access to until we turned 21. Then, when our parents passed away, they left everything to us. Journey and I were both minors, so Messiah would give us a monthly allowance until we were of age. Once I turned 18, I was able to get all the money I had left. Journey still got her allowance. Although she was sitting on a fat ass cushion of cash, we never made her spend her own money. She was our responsibility, so she never had to swipe her card for anything, unless she really wanted to. She was living a very soft life already.
“Did you get those college applications in?” I asked as the cashier rang us up.
“I have one more essay to do. But I turned the other four in.”
I nodded, sticking my card in the machine to pay for the items. “I can’t believe you’re about to graduate in a few months. What the fuck am I going to do when you go away to college?”
“Sissy, you’ll be fine. You have Sage, and I’m a thousand percent sure Moo will put a baby in you by the time it’s time for me to go away.”
“Girl bye. You know damn well I won’t be walking around with two kids under two.” We walked into theTrue Religionstore, heading straight for the sweatsuits. She had been sending me pictures of these sweatsuits for the past week. She swore we needed matching sets.
“So you don’t want another kid?”
“I do, just not right now. The next kid I have, I need to be married first. Don’t be like me, Journey. Be better than me. Don’t allow a man to put a baby in you unless you have his last name. Matter fact, don’t have sex until you’re married.”
“Um, Bless… I’m not marrying a man before I know if the dick is good or not. I’m not spending the rest of my life with a shrimp.” She shrugged, pulling a few sets from the racks.
I burst into laughter, shaking my head. “Girl, don’t ever let Messiah hear you say that shit. At least wait until you’re married to have a baby. You’re still a virgin, right?” When she didn’t respond, I turned to look at her. “Journey.”
“Relaxxxx, sissy. I’m still a virgin.”
I squinted, poking my lips out. “Are you sexually active at all? You can tell me the truth, I won’t be mad. As long as you’re being safe.”
“I haven’t done anything past kissing. I promise. If I ever decide to go further than that, I’ll talk to you about it first. I doubt it’ll be anytime soon. Jordan and I aren’t working out.” She sighed, referring to the basketball player she’d been talking to.
“Whoa, I thought things were getting serious with y’all. What changed?” I questioned. An associate noticed our arms getting full with all the clothes we’d picked up and brought us a basket. I thanked her and put everything inside it.
“I think he’s falling back because I won’t have sex with him. Girls are throwing themselves at him every day in school, willing to give it up. So why would he want me if I’m not?”
“Well, if he can’t respect your decisions, then he doesn’t deserve you. Y’all shouldn’t be having sex anyway.” I held up a cute pair of jeans, examining them.
“You’re right, sissy. He’s not even that good at basketball anyway. I think I want a football player like you.” She giggled, nudging me.
“As long as you stay away from street niggas. I’m about to try these jeans on. Watch Sage for me. I wanna grab some perfume from Ulta, then we can leave and grab something to eat.”
I FaceTimed Saint after I changed into the jeans. I had to do a few jumps to get them over my ass, but I looked good as hell in them.
“Wassup, baby?” He answered after the first ring.
I flipped the camera and posed in front of the mirror. “Should I get them?” I asked.
He bit down on his bottom lip and grunted. “Hell yeah, turn around for me.” I did as told, showing him the back of the jeans. “Damn, Bless. Matter fact, get two pairs because I can’t promise I won’t rip you out of them.”
“You are so nasty.” I snickered.
“I miss you.”
“Saint, you just saw me this morning.”
“So? A nigga can’t miss his lady?”