Terrell made a face as if the comment offended him.
Maisha smiled. “I remember when I first met you, too. I walked home from school with Danielle, thinking we were gonna get our homework done then play outside or something,” she started with a smile mixed equal parts sadness and happiness as she reminisced about the friend she’d lost, Terrell’s little sister. “But no. We ended up spending the entire afternoon dodging stuffed animals being thrown at our heads, trying to stop him from pulling our hair, and guarding our papers from being stepped on and tossed around,” she said with a laugh. “He just couldn’t handle all the attention not being on him,” she reasoned.
Sam raised her eyebrows at Terrell. “Know what that sounds like to me?” she asked. “Young love. You were probably crushing on Maisha way back then, weren’t you? Doing whatever you could to get her to look at you.”
Terrell waved Sam off, but didn’t deny her accusation, which made the ladies laugh at him.
“Is that true?” Maisha teased, nudging Terrell when he wouldn’t answer.
“I’m not ashamed,” he finally answered. “I probably always had a thing for you.”
The ladies both laughed again and Maisha leaned in to kiss Terrell on his cheek. “Aww… I thought you were cute, too,” she admitted.
Sam took Anthony into her arms when he reached for her and then settled back into her seat. While Terrell and Maisha went back and forth about their past, their conversation faded into the background as white noise. All I saw, all I was aware of was my wife. She didn’t even know I watched her as she got lost in our friends’ playful ‘argument’, which had now shifted to a debate about who said ‘I love you’ first.
“Man… AJ… do I look like the type of dude who’d tell a girl how I felt before she told me?” Terrell asked, bringing me back into the conversation.
I glanced at his face and had to laugh. “Yeah, Terrell… you kinda do,” I admitted, causing him to protest loudly when Sam burst out laughing. “Maybe to someone who didn’t know you, they’d see your size and think you weren’t that guy, but for those of us who know what a softy you really are… yeah, man; I’d have to say I believe wholeheartedly that you said it first.”
“Aww whatever… What about y’all? Was it you or Sam?” he asked, probably just to get the heat off himself.
Sam smirked and looked down. “That’d be me,” she confessed. “But it wasn’t because I was ready to tell him. I was kind of forced into it.” The very next second the smile began to slip from her face, but she held on to a bit of it to mask whatever thought or feeling had now entered her mind.
“Forced into it? What’s that mean?” Terrell probed.
Sam cleared her throat and hugged our son a bit tighter. “We um… just got caught up and it kinda slipped out,” was all she said. I know Terrell wanted more info, but he took in the same look on her face that I did; however, I too could recall how that all came about. We’d gotten carried away, kissing and making out, when we were supposed to be working on a project for school. The problem was, she wasn’t mine at the time. Technically, she belonged to someone else, but I’d always had a hard time accepting that, accepting that she could ever belong to anyone but me. Always. Maybe that was part of the problem. Anyway, our moment was promptly interrupted by her then boyfriend, Antonio. That incident, that night, was the beginning of it all.
It wasn’t lost on me that what should’ve been a fond memory between Sam and I was sullied by the presence of her ex, which inevitably led to thoughts of who and what he eventually became—her attacker.
Sam put on a brave face once again and brought the brightness back to her smile before changing the subject. “And to make matters worse, he didn’t even say it back for days!” she added.