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“They are throwing my momma a going-away party. Can you believe she’s really about to walk away from her family and move to another state?” She huffed. It wasn’t the post-nut conversation I had in mind, but once Honesty got something in her head, she refused to let it go.

“Baby girl, I love you, but you’re deadass wrong for the way you’re handling the situation with your momma. You know I don’t get involved in family drama, but come on now. You and your siblings are grown. She’s raised her kids, and she did a good-ass job, if you ask me. This is her moment and her time to figure out what makes her happy in life, and I think it’s selfish of you to feel as if she’s wrong for choosing herself.”

Honesty had a heart of gold, but she could be stubborn at times. It was mainly about things that concerned her family because they had spoiled her rotten, and she didn’t like to be told no.

“You think I’m wrong? How is it fair for her to pack up and leave when most of her family is here? Come on, Solly. She’s not doing this because she really wants to; she’s doing it to chase her husband around.” Honesty rolled her eyes with her arms folded across her chest.

“What’s wrong with that? Are you telling me that if we were married and I got a major opportunity in another state, you wouldn’t come with me?” I pressed.

She stared at me as she bit down on her bottom lip. I could tell her mind was racing, but I already knew the answer.

“That’s different. We don’t have any kids.”

I gave her that look to let her know she was tripping. No woman would let her husband move to another state without them unless they didn’t want to be with him or they couldn’t. That was why I couldn’t understand why she was so upset.

“No, it’s not, Honey Bee. At the end of the day, she is married, and if she wants to be wherever her husband is, she has every right to do so.”

“Oh, so just fuck her kids and her grandchildren, huh?”

She was reaching, and she knew it, but I wasn’t fazed by her attitude.

“All of her children have their own lives, and everyone has their own money. You act like it’s not easy to book a flight whenever you want to go see her. She’ll still be around for holidays and major events, so what’s the real issue here?” I quizzed.

When she first told me about the argument between the two, I thought she was wrong, but I figured she would sleep on it and see the error of her ways; it hadn’t happened yet. The fact that she still had an issue with it made no sense to me because it wasn’t like she would never see her again.

“I can’t believe you’re taking her side over mine.”

Honesty flipped the covers back and got out of the bed. I was distracted by the sight of her ass jiggling and her titties as they bounced with each step.

“Solomon! Did you hear what I said? She stood in the bathroom entryway with a frown on her face.

“My bad, baby. I missed it. Tell me again, please.” I asked, cupping my hands together.

Instead of repeating herself, she rolled her eyes and stomped into the bathroom. I thought about going after her for a split second, but changed my mind. She wanted to argue, and I wasn’t going to be her partner for it. She needed to sit down and have a conversation with her momma.

My arm was draped over my face as I closed my eyes. I talked about Honesty falling asleep, but I was fading fast. It was rare for me to have time to myself, and I was enjoying every second. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, my phone rang, and it irritated me. Everyone knew I was on vacation, so there was no reason for anyone to be calling unless it was an emergency.

When I saw Yaya’s contact pop up, I sat up in the bed and answered the call.

“This better be important because I never get to take naps in the middle of the day,” I grumbled.

“Solomon, I’m about to go to jail! This bitch is really trying me.” Yaya yelled into the phone. My interest perked up because she rarely had any drama in her life, so it must have been serious for her to call me.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Your bald-headed, crusty feet having ass, momma. I don’t know where she got the balls to show up at my house unannounced and uninvited, but I’m about to give her the ass whooping I owe her.” Yaya warned through gritted teeth.

It took a moment to process what she said because I hadn’t expected it.

“Wait, when the hell did Meesha get out, and why is she at your house?”

“That’s what the hell I’m trying to figure out. The bitch showed up on my doorstep with two trash bags of stuff as if she’s about to move into my shit. I’m about to beat her ass and put her on the street where she belongs. I’m not playing with her dumb ass.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking about, lil’ girl? I don’t give a damn how grown you think you are; you’re not gonna disrespect me.”

The sound of my momma’s voice made me uneasy. I hadn’t laid eyes on her in years, and I had pushed her existence to the back of my mind for a long time.

“If you don’t like the way I talk, you can get out. Nobody invited you here in the first place.” Yaya huffed.