Page 18 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
I nodded my understanding. “You ladies are right. I’m going to relax and enjoy the time we spend together. Whichever way our journey goes, then so be it.”
“That’s right, boo. Now, try this teriyaki sauce on this chicken bite and waffle. It’s so good,” Haylow stated, dancing in her seat again from her food.
She put the bite together and fed it to me.
“Mm. This is so good. You were right, boo,” I admitted while chewing.
“Hay always put the best tasting combos together when she high,” Bryte professed, chuckling. She took the bite from Hay and chewed it happily.
“Oh, I know.” Rusha chimed in. “I remember how she used to have you and Janelle eating the craziest shit while y’all was pregnant.” She went silent for a bit. “Janelle.”
Rusha shook her head. “I miss my baby so much. I’m almost at the point where I can talk about her without crying, but damn do I still miss her like crazy.”
She released a deep sigh and focused back on her food. I rubbed her back softly.
Bryte stood from her seat and hugged her best friend around her neck like Rusha had done her earlier.
“It’s alright, baby. We all miss our angel so much. What I’m most grateful for is the fact that we got blessed with you. You take care of our brother and his girls just like Janelle used to. She knew exactly what she was doing when she asked you to take her place.” Bryte encouraged, kissing the top of Rusha’s curls.
“Thank you, best friend. You know I appreciate you so much,” Rusha noted.
They tightly before Bryte took her seat.
“I love our relationship. Our bond is really special. Even when Janelle was here, we were all still close and now closer after her passing. It really is a blessing to have such a supportiveand strong womanhood. With that being said, since next week is my turn to pick a place for us to meet up, I say we go to Tread’s club. I’m overdue for some fun and fire ass wings,” Hay said.
I entertained my meal, refusing to make eye contact with Hay. She could read my ass better than a book.
“I’m down,” Rusha agreed.
“Me too,” Bryte stated.
It got quiet. I looked up to see everyone’s eyes on me. “Why y’all looking at me like that?” I queried with an uneasy smile.
“Girl, is you coming or not?” Hay quizzed.
“I don’t know. Y’all know clubs in general just isn’t my cup of tea.”
“Hevyn, live a little. We’ll all be there. You need to get out and have some real fun.” Hay reached across the table and covered my hand gently. “You can’t keep using your business and fear to hide your grief. That’s what’s keeping you from living and really exploring love with Peel. I don’t wanna push, but you got a week to decide. If you don’t, then I’ll be kidnapping you anyways.”
Bryte laughed. “I will definitely be helping.”
“Me too,” Rusha agreed. She blew me an air kiss.
I sighed deeply. Hay always gave me the real but in a supportive way. That’s why I appreciated them so much.
“No need for the kidnapping, y’all. I’ll be attendance and ready to show my twerking skills thanks to Haylow.”
“Yass! Now, that’s what the hell I’m talking about,” Hay revealed with a big grin on her face. She raised her glass of mimosa up. “To black women living and thriving instead of surviving.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Bryte sassed.
“Me too,” Rusha agreed.
“Heavy on the thriving,” I declared and raised my glass.
Together we clicked our glasses then sipped. My family was right. It was time for me to live and get out of survival mode.
“You look stunning tonight, butterfly,” Cache expressed while he drove.
