“That’s great, Ang! You’ve always been a great baker. Is that what you want to pursue?”
“I don’t know. I’m learning so much about the industry, keeping my options open. For the most part, I’m praying for quick employment after I’m done. Working two jobs ain’t cool.” She chuckled.
“I hear ya. This mommy-hood thing ain’t for the faint of heart, is it. I’m glad you have Timmy. At least you have a husband.” I didn’t mean for that to slip out as melancholy as it had.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Can I offer you something to drink…dinner?” Already I was prepared to resume our friendship.
“Nah. I can’t stay for long. I just wanted to finally bite the bullet and hopefully get my cousin back. I’m glad this went well. I know how big your ass is on forgiveness; you better had taken me back.”
“Well, I’m glad you did, and I do.” I stood. “Let me formally introduce you to JR before you go…well, he’s in the middle of a nap, but at least you can look in on him.” I angled my head, struck with a thought. “I really want him to know Brooklyn. She’s adorable, Ang. I’ve loved her from first sight.”
Angela’s chest expanded. “Thanks, Zo.’ She bit her lip. “Now that we’re cool, I can admit to kissing Jordan a few times at church when Ruth or Aunt Sar had him and you weren’t around. He’s a sweet baby.”
“You know I’m not a crier,” …outside of Stenton Rogers. “…but if I were, I’d need a Kleenex right now.”
We both laughed as I led her out of the dining room. I took her to the other side of the apartment, giving her a tour on the way. Jordan indeed was lost in sleep, but she was able to finally kiss him in my presence, swelling my heart. Angela didn’t stay long. I felt a pang of sadness seeing her out. Overall, I was grateful for our makeup. It was totally unexpected and much needed.
I went back into the dining room to finish work. Just minutes into it, my phone rings.
“Hello.”
“Mascot, go to TheYBF.com and click on the latest post on Stenton and Erika.”
“Ty, I told you I have no interest in stalking Stenton and his girlfriend. I have better things to do with my time, like stud—”
“Damn it, Mascot! Just do what I asked!”
Tynisha had never taken that tone with me. I had a split second to make the decision to check her or roll with it.
With narrowed brows, I shrieked, “Okay.”
“Thanks and goodbye!” she disconnected the call.
Sure enough Stenton and his girlfriend made headlines again. But the caption didn’t read bliss.
Erika Erceg Gets BUSTED!
Stenton Rogers Has the Biggest Johnson!
What the…
I clicked on the article and read a brief synopsis of their recent scandal. Apparently there was a recording of an argument amongst Erika, her mom and sister about Erika’s philandering ways. I clicked on the link and heard just a smidge of grain, but could clearly make out the conversation.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Erika? Why can’t you leave him alone?”
“What I do with my life is none of your business. Did I judge when you were sleeping with Lil Wayne knowing he had three kids on the way at the same damn time?”
“Erika, Emily, calm down. I’m so tired of your shit. She’s right, Erika. You have a good thing going with Stenton Rogers of all people. Why would you want to go backwards with Shirez? He doesn’t have half the prestige as Stent!” That voice I could discern belonged to Ellis.
“You mean money, Ellis?” Erika returned.
“No! You know what I mean. He’s a good man. Look at how much you’ve gained since going public with him.”