His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER NINETEEN

"Who's pregnant? Put him on speaker mom." Arielle shouts from the other end.

"Come do it yourself I don't know where the speaker button is."

I hear footsteps walk up to her. "Oh my God mom you're 45 not 95"

"Well try popping two kids out of your vagina and tell me if you won't feel old." Mom counters. That was definitely not supposed to be said out loud.

"I'm sorry don't release your fangs on me." Arielle apologizes and I can picture her lifting her hands up in surrender.

"Darelle you there?" Mom inquires.

Arielle scoffs. "Of course he's there I can hear his ugly breathing."

Mom continues, "As I was saying, I mean it's not bad if she's pregnant. I love babies. But after a failed engagement really? Though you could always look into co-parenting if it doesn't work out."

"Nobody's pregnant, mom."

"What? So she gave me the kids popping talk for nothing. Thanks brother." Arielle inputs sardonically.

Before this can spiral into something uncontrollable I cut them off. "I'll see you guys on Saturday. Bye" I hang up, feeling lighter than I felt before. They are a handful but they are my handful.

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The next morning, I find Madison by her bedroom door typing away on her phone.

"Mom invited us over."

"No." She says sternly without looking up from her phone. Not like I wanted to take her anyway. With their history of bad blood, my sister would annihilate her and my mom would gracefully cover up the murder.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

"Don't care." She supplies nonchalantly. I'm surprised she doesn't have anything to say about me spending the whole day outside.

I proceed to the kitchen. "Don't take the car." She shouts blandly behind me.

Me: Hey wanna go on a road trip tomorrow? I text Zuri once I'm back in my room.

Zuri: Lemme check my schedule.

She quickly follows with another one. Zuri: Will there be food?

Me: Yes?

Zuri: Food and an arm candy of a man? Where do I sign? A small laughter bubbles out of me.

Me: Arm candy? Meet you at your apartment?

Zuri: Okie!

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"I'm starting to seriously wonder if you have a car." Zuri says as we walk to hers.

"I have it, it's just at the mechanic right now." I should consider making lying a hobby on my resume. She throws me the keys before sliding into the passenger seat.

Once we're both buckled up, Zuri faces me. "Not to be paranoid or anything but where are we going exactly? If you're taking me to a slaughter house you should know I can fight and bite."

A small smile stretches on my lips. "I have no doubt about that, mafia princess. However, those skills won't be needed where we're going."

"Which is?" She asks curiously.

"My mom's house."

Her eyes go wide. "And you're telling me this now?" She face palms. "I could've brought flowers; heck I'm not even dressed for such an occasion."