Walking through Walmart with the boys walking in front of me, we somehow wandered into the toy section. We walked down the aisle with all the dolls & action figures, and there was this lady with her daughter, and that little girl was having the ugliest temper tantrum I've ever witnessed.
I watched to see what kinda toys the boys were gonna pick out in an attempt to block out the little brat next to us.
In the middle of her daughter's tantrum, the lady looked at me, probably thinking I was judging them. Was I? Hell yeah.
"Samantha, if you don't stop, I'm gonna put you in timeout," the lady said to her daughter, then looked at me again.
I don't know why she keeps looking at me. I'm not gonna say anything.
"Look Mom, I mean fucking Rebecca, I don't give a fuck!" the little girl shouted.
My eyes widened, and the boys gasped and looked at me. I always knew white kids were ruthless, but damn! This little girl has to be at least eight, and she just...
"Boys, did you find something you wanted?" I asked.
Because I need to get the hell away from the spawn of satan over there.
"Bweedy, I want dat one," Ford said, pointing to one of the Barbies, "she looks like you."
I looked at the Barbie, and it was a pretty, black doll. I wasn't gonna tell him no, but I just know Blake will freak the fuck out.
"I want one too Auntie," KJ said.
I grabbed the dolls, put them in the cart and the lady next to us scoffed at me.
"I can't believe you're gonna buy dolls for these boys," she said, "you should be buying them boys' toys, not dolls. What, do you want them to grow up to be gay?"
I know got damn well she didn't just come for my parenting when her child just cussed her ass out.
"I really don't think you of all people can give me advice on how to raise a child because..." I pointed at her daughter. "I'd rather my kids be gay than whiny, disrespectful little assholes."
Her eyes started to water, and the boys & I left the aisle so we could checkout.
"Auntie, what does 'gay' mean?" KJ asked as I put them in the car.
My God, I do not need this right now.
"Uh, it means happy, sweetie."
I got in the driver's seat and drove home.
The boys ran into the living room and jumped on the couch. Bri came in shortly after, looking exhausted.
"Auntie Bwee made a lady cry," KJ laughed, making Ford laugh with him.
I looked at Bri and raised my eyebrow, then she quickly walked out of the living room. I followed her into the kitchen, where she was trying to avoid eye contact with me.
"What do you want for dinner?" she asked, turning her back to me.
She opened the freezer, and I walked up behind her and closed it, making her drop her head and sigh.
"This is the second time in less than six months that you've made someone cry," I said, turning her around to face me.
"It's not my fault people are sensitive." She furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged, "and maybe if they would stop pissin' me off, they wouldn't get their feelings hurt."
I just laughed a little and shook my head, "what did she say to you?"
"She had the audacity to tell me I shouldn't have bought the boys dolls because they'll grow up to be gay, but her snot-nosed little brat cu--"
"You bought the boys dolls?"
She rolled her eyes and walked away from me, then sat at the counter and laid her head down.
"Does that bother you?" she asked.
"Don't lie," she chuckled, "you wouldn't have asked if it didn't bother you."
She lifted her head and looked at me, waiting for me to say something.
"I really don't understand why everyone's getting all bent outta shape over this," she said since I wouldn't say anything, "it's just a hunk of plastic with a girl face."
"I don't --"
I was interrupted by my phone ringing, and I had to take it.
"I have to take this," I said, looking up at Bri, "I'll be right back."
I walked out of the kitchen and went up to the bedroom to take the call.
I'm mad Blake stopped our conversation to answer his damn phone, but at the same time I'm glad he did. I was tired of the doll conversation.
I was in the middle of making dinner when Blake's phone rang again.
"Blake, your phone's ringing!"
"Who is it?" he shouted from the living room.
I looked at the screen, and the name Jade Murphy popped up. Who the hell is she?
"It's someone named Jade."
He walked into the kitchen casually, but he grabbed his phone quickly and walked back out. I raised an eyebrow at his suspicious behavior, then went upstairs to check on Brielle.
After I changed her, I sat in the rocking chair with her in my lap. I sat there letting my mind wander until Blake came in.
"Hey. You okay?" he asked, sitting next to me.
"Who's Jade Murphy?"
He chuckled, "she's just a friend, babe."
I cut my eye at him and pursed my lips together. "How come I've never met this friend?"
"Because you don't need to know all my friends," he joked.
I lightly hit him in the chest, and he laughed lightly.
"I'm just kidding." He kissed my temple, "but seriously, she's just a friend, so you don't have anything to worry about."
I slowly nodded and pressed my tongue against my top lip because I didn't believe him.
"Since when do you have to leave the room to talk to a friend?" I asked curiously.
He stayed quiet and looked around for a while, probably trying to come up with a lie.
"You're reading too much into this," he said, standing up, "stop worrying so much."
He kissed my forehead, then Brielle's cheek, and he walked out of the nursery.
My imagination could be running wild but then again, I don't know. He's been acting very secretive the last couple of days, and it's making me paranoid. How could I not be paranoid when every time his phone rings, he runs out of the room to answer it? Or whenever I ask him a question, he starts acting squirrelly.
I just wanna know what's really going on with him. Is that too much to ask?
Should Bri be worried about this Jade person?
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