Fragile (Book 3) Sucka Series

Visits to Inmates.

Ty.

''Mommy?!'' Marcy came walking into the kitchen yelling my name.

''Yes?''

''Can I go with Daddy?'' She asked sweetly.

''Where is he going?'' I asked.

Marcy shrugged. ''To see Uncle...'' She trailed off, and I knew she was lying.

''Cole, are you going to see your brother?'' I asked already knowing he didn't have a brother. Cole was an only child.

Cole came into the kitchen looking at me funny. ''No. I don't have a brother. I'm going to see my mom.'' I rolled my eyes.

''More like the she-devil.'' I mumbled.

'Stop talking about my mom. She is not the devil.' Here this nigga go always defending her and shit.

"Yes the hell she is." I turned my attention back to Marcy. "Yes you can go with your Daddy. Go put on your shoes." Marcy ran off happily.

"She was coming anyway." Cole took a seat on the barstool and started rummaging through my papers.

"Stop, you're mixing them up." I slapped his hand so he would stop.

"What's all these for?" He asked. I looked at him like he was stupid.

"I'm obviously planning for our wedding."

Cole banged one of his hands on the counter being dramatic. "Ty what the hell is your problem?!"

"I don't have a problem." I shrugged turning around and opening the fridge to get a Kool-Aid jammer. I could feel Cole still staring at me.

"You know what Ty? I'm tired of being nice to you. All you do is walk over me. Since you want to act like a bitch all the time, then cool. I don't care." He got up from the barstool, grabbed his keys, and headed to the door. "Micheal and Marcy come on. I'm leaving." I heard him unlock the door as the kids came running down the stairs right behind him. Within a few seconds, they were all gone.

I ripped the straw off the juice and poked the hole as I started sipping the juice. "I wonder who pissed in his cornflakes?"

Cole.

I lied to Ty about where we were going. We were actually going to see Sasha. I know it was wrong to do this behind Ty's back, but Michael had the right to see his mother. Plus I was tired of him crying.

"Inmate 00372738 is ready to see you." I nodded my head and turned to Marcy.

"Remember what I said in the car?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Don't tell mommy we saw Michael mommy." I smiled kissing her cheek. Let's just hope she really doesn't.

The guard opened the door for us, and we went in sitting down on the seats. Michael was so happy to see Sasha. He wasted no time picking up the phone.

It made me smile to see my kids happy.

Malenda.

I was up cleaning up the house on this fine morning while everyone else was sleeping, and I couldn't help but think about the twins' birthday party. Mama's friend Leroy looked awfully familiar. I just couldn't remember where I had seen him.

Oh well. I shrugged. Maybe I was just tripping. It was probably all of the medications I was taking for the baby that had me like this. I didn't read the side effects. Maybe deja vu was one of them.

"Having fun?" I turned around jumping a little bit. August scared me.

"Nigga don't do that." I said.

"My bad, but why you cleaning? You're pregnant, relax." I looked at August before rolling my eyes.

"I need the exercise."

"Okay, there are other things you can do."

"Yeah. Speaking of, I wanted to talk to you about taking yoga cla-" August interrupted me.

"Hell no. I ain't taking no damn yoga classes. I'm a man." August said.

"August please? It'll be fun!" I pleaded.

"Sorry, but our definitions of fun aren't the same."

I pouted. "What's your definition of fun? Sitting around smoking weed all day and getting high?"

"Exactly. I like to relax and that's fun." I rolled my eyes.

"Well too bad I already signed us up." I turned back around with my back facing August and resumed cleaning up this dirty ass house. "You and the twins need to learn how to clean up after yourselves. I am not a damn maid."

"You could've fooled me." August chuckled.

"Very funny. Keep talking, and we'll be doing yoga four days a week."

"How many days we doing it now?"

"Two." I smirked.

"Oh no. Ask my mom or Chandra to go. Anybody but me please."

"Can you at least try it out?" I asked.

August smacked his lips. "Mane whatever"

"I don't need a 'man whatever.' Is it a yes or no?"

"I'll try it. If I don't like it, I ain't going no more." I nodded although I didn't care if he liked it or not. He was still going. 

Anonymous Pov

"I see you made it." Christian said as I sat down in the chair grabbing the phone.

"Yeah. What made you think I wouldn't come?" I asked.

"I don't know, but are you ready to put this plan into action?"

I smiled. "Of course."

"Good because we got a long way to go." I smiled evilly. I can't wait.

Chapter kind of short. Sorry.