Free Family Scandal by Ebony Lowe Page A

Momma called him her black “prince charming”. Every woman that looked his way fell head over heels for him. Even when he and Momma were together, women were still looking at him as if she wasn't there. Momma didn't care though, and I would get so mad at her for not caring. She would say, “Baby girl, I'm not worried about no other woman. I takes care of home, my children, and my man, and if that ain't enough to keep him satisfied, then he is free to go, because ain't no woman gonna do for mines like I do now you remember that!” But, I knew Daddy wasn't going anywhere. He was too much in love with Momma and us. I just hated that women looked at him like he was a piece of meat, especially when we were out as a family. Of course Momma would just smile and say, “I take that as a compliment, I know I got a good one, and he is mines not theirs. They want what they can't have, and I am proud to be on his arm.”
    We lived across the street from my godparents Deondre Sr. and Lynnette, and god sister and brothers. My parents and godparents have lived next door to each other for 21 years. They became best friends and pretty much did everything together, obviously, because they have the same number of kids around the same ages. Deondre Jr. (DJ) is 20, and then there is my best friend, my road dog, Melanie who is my age and their baby boy Bradley, who just turned 4. It’s crazy because if we can't get what we want from our parents, which is rare, then we just go next door to our other parents who never say no to us.
    Melanie and I are inseparable. It’s like we are blood sisters. She is more of a sister to me than Kita is. It’s a shame I almost lost my best friend because of Kita.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
     
                 
    “Ding Dong” the doorbell rang.
    “Riyah get the door for me, I'm cooking” Momma yelled from the kitchen.
    “Who is it?” Marcus asked as he beat me to the door.
    “Delivery for Markita Jacobs.” The person responded.
          I opened the door to see this young fine looking man standing there with flowers in his hand. I was amazed at how sexy this guy was. As you can see, my hormones are raging, but I have not crossed that line yet. I do have a boyfriend though, but he is not as good looking as this boy in front of me.
    “She not here” Marcus yelled interrupting my stare and visions.
    “Marcus go, bye!” I said shooing him away. “She isn't here, but I would be happy to take those off of your hands for you.” I said with my sexy grin.
    “Why thank you that would be very sweet of you.” He said handing me the flowers.
          Our eyes connected as soon as I opened the door and we refused to break the connection. It seemed like we were staring into each other’s soul at that moment.
    “Who's at the door?” Momma asked walking toward us.
    “Huh?” I said not really hearing or caring what she was saying.
    “Can I help you?” She asked him, noticing the chemistry between us.
    “Flowers. Here. Kita.” I managed to say as I threw the flowers to her.
    “Ookay!” Mama laughed as she took the flowers and walked away.
    “So, how old are you” I asked him.
    “18” He said. “You”
    “16, I'm Mariyah.”
     
    “Zachary”
    “Do you have a card or something Zachary, in case we need another delivery or something?”
    “I'm sure this young man has many other places to be, don't you think Riyah?” Daddy interrupted.
    “Yes Daddy, your right. I'm sorry Zachary; I will let you get back to your job. Have a good night!” I said as I closed the door leaving poor Zachary to wonder what on earth just happened.
          I knew my dad's intentions so I couldn't get mad at him. If Jeremiah would have walked up right then and saw that, I would be single for the rest of my life. We have been together for two years. Everybody says we are destined to be together but I doubt it. I watch a lot of lifetime, and I know that when you marry your high school sweetheart, you