Free What About Us: A Crazy Love Story by Kim Kaye

we left the house that I would hit her with a couple of stacks later on. But you know how that goes.”
    I do remember him mentioning Twon, a time or two. So I let the issue slide. Besides, I am more worried about this dinner with Ms. Chandler. I don’t care what Jabari says. I know that she doesn’t like me.
    “I believe you, Bae. It’s just my nerves are on edge. I hope that your mother likes the food here. We don’t need to give her another reason not to like me.”
    Jabari opens my door and I step out of the car.
    “You worry too much. Everything will be fine.”
    He grabs my hand, as we make our way into the restaurant.
    “Jazzy!” I hear Ja’nelle call out, from behind us. I stop so that she can catch up.
    “I’m gonna go inside. Mama is already here.”
    He kisses my forehead.
    “Girl, I had to practically run out of the door. Hasaan never wants to keep Imanie, whenever I wanna be free. I swear; he likes the idea of me being barefoot and pregnant.”
    As usual, Ja’nelle looks good; baby bump and all. She has on a teal baby doll dress with a pair of Mary Jane shoes to match. I can’t wait to be pregnant. Her glow is so bright.
    “You know, he has been begging you to have another baby.”
    “Let’s get in here with the old bird. You know that I won’t bite my tongue, if she gets outta pocket. I don’t play about my baby sister.”
    We walk in, arm in arm. We spot Jabari and his mother.
    “How are you doing, Ms. Chandler? This is my older sister, Ja’nelle. Ja’nelle, this is Ms. Chandler,” I introduce them, as we take our seats.
    “I’m doing fine, for an old lady. You and your sister are both some beautiful girls. It’s so nice to meet you.”
    Who is this lady and what did she do with the bitch whose been riding my back, for the last year and a half?
    “Nice to finally meet you too, Ms. Chandler. Jazzlene has told me so much about you,” Ja’nelle smirks and I just smack my lips.
    “How is the wedding planning coming along? The big day is approaching fast,” She asks me, while taking a sip of her water.
    “Everything is pretty much all set. I have a final fitting for my dress in two weeks and everyone has already been paid. I’m just ready to walk down the aisle to be Mrs. Chandler.”
    I lean over to give Jabari a kiss on the lips.
    “Take it easy on the food, Honey. We wouldn’t want those hips to spread much more before the wedding.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I’m just saying; you are hippy. We wouldn’t want the dressmaker to have to make some big alterations at the last minute.”
    “My hips are just fine and that is the purpose of a seamstress; to make alterations. But you would know that, if you ever had the opportunity to get married.”
    This bitch has one more time to get flip at the mouth, before she has to spit some teeth out.
    Ja’nelle damn near chokes on her water, when I put the old bitch in her place.
    “Ma, that was uncalled for. I will not have you disrespecting my wife like this, any longer.
    “Did you not hear what she just said to me, Jabari?”
    “I don’t want to get in your business, but Ms. Chandler I think that you owe my sister an apology. Jazzy ain’t even the type to get out of her element, without being taken there in the first place.”
    “Well, I suggest that you stay out of this business, Missy.  Jabari is my son and I don’t agree with this marriage, at all. It is all happening too fast!”
    “Will you listen to yourself, Mother? We have been in a relationship for damn near three years. What do you mean, it is too soon?”
    “I just don’t want you to make a mistake. What about getting to know someone? She has been in DC the majority of your relationship. How do you know that she hasn’t been fucking everything that moves?” She asks him, with a raised brow.
    “You’ve got one more time to disrespect my wife!”
    “She isn’t your wife yet, Jabari. But I will always be your mother!”
    I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I get up