Page 39 of Where We Found Our Home
Reggie: Okay good. At least someone has the decency to answer me
Isaiah: If you wanna have a chance to talk to her you better grab her fast. You know Mom will be pulling her aside teaching her how to make jollof rice by the end of the night
Reggie: *crying laughing emoji* So true
Sasha: Did you tell Ciara that Mom will probably beg you guys to pick Nigerian middle names for your future kids?
Isaiah: Yeah let’s not repeat the NiecyGate drama of 2008.
Reggie: *insert middle finger emoji*
Sasha: Sasha’s a great name for a girl, just saying
Isaiah: No one wants name suggestions from you, sis, that’s how we end up with hippie dippy-ass names like Nevaeh
Sasha: *inserts gif of Tracy Morgan gasping*
Reggie: Oh shit
Isaiah: *three crying laughing emojis* You know I love my short stack but heaven backwards, really? That’s what happens when you marry a white man
Sasha: Oh this bitch
Isaiah: I’m kidding!! LOL I love Carter. Lowkey I love him more than I love you sometimes
Sasha: *inserts gif of Zendaya rolling her eyes*
Sasha: Lincoln get your brother
Reggie: He’s too busy for us
Isaiah: Probably jerking off to Ciara’s picture
These fuckers.
Me: I was doing what some people call working. Don’t y’all have jobs?
Me: Yes, Ciara is coming on Friday. Mom is not teaching her how to make jollof rice and THERE’S NO BABY! Happy??
Reggie: Who are you yelling at?
Sasha: Well I for one hope Ciara is coming in more ways than one on Friday. My girl needs a stress reliever
Isaiah: *crying laughing emoji*
Me: *inserts a gif of Sam from Netflix’s GLOW with the words ‘you’re a fucking nightmare’*
Jokes aside, I am slightly nervous about my half-Nigerian mother scaring Ciara away with talks of future kids’ names. She allowed my father to name all of us whatever he wanted so long as she got to give us each a Nigerian middle name, and when Reggie and Sasha started having kids she forced them to do the same. Reggie wanted Denise’s middle name to be Raquel, and all hell broke loose. We call that period of time “Niecygate” now and Denise Raquel ended up being Denise Oviereya at the end of it. She didn’t even attempt to do something different for Malcolm, and Sasha definitely didn’t try when Nevaeh was born.
As for making sure Ciara comes in more ways than one, what can I say? I want that too. I’ve jerked off so many times in the past couple of months, I feel like a teenager again. All I can hope is that Ciara’s self-control is on the verge of snapping as much as mine.
Kai hands me my second beer of the day on the afternoon of the cookout. Dad is manning the grill. Mom is sipping her sangria, keeping him company. Isaiah and Shane are chasing the kids around. Sasha is stealing potato salad off of Carter’s plate. Michael is fixing a plate for Reggie. Dom is talking to a few of the guys from the station. All that’s missing is my Angel.
Right on cue, the energy in the yard shifts, and I know she’s here. I turn around to be once again stunned by her beauty. She’s wearing orange high-waisted pants that complement her skin tone perfectly and make her ass look even sexier, a tight white V-neck T-shirt that stops right at the dips of her breasts, and sandals. Her braids are pulled into a half-up, half-down style, and those lips I’m dying to taste are painted a nude color.
“Hey, you made it.”
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss your birthday celebration. How’s it feel to officially be the dirty thirty?”
