Mariah Williams 💫
I was chilling over uncle Blue's house, when Jean barged in, a huge smile on his face. I sat up, returning a warm smile.
"You ready to make it official?" His thick accent cut through the silence as he held up an envelope. I nodded, getting up.
"¿Jorgé, Mama? ¡Ustedes venas rapidó! ¡Yo tengo la resultados de la prueba!" This Spanish shit was something I definitely had to get used to. I understood a little.
| "George, Mama? (Both of) You come quickly! I have the test results!"|
Abuela and Blue rushed down the steps. Abuela gave him a look.
"Well, what are jou waiting for, hijo? Open it!" He ripped it open and snatched the paper out. He unfolded it, skimming the paper. He smiled, showing it to me.
Probability of Paternity: 99.99%
A rush of relief washed over me as my smile grew. He took me into a hug as I handed the paper to Abuela.
"Me hija..." He sighed and I smiled.
"We gotta celebrate! Issa party, ayyeee!" Jalen started getting hype. Abuela straight faced him, saying something in Spanish to make him stop.
"Mama, you will cook?"
"No." She simply said, walking up to me.
"Welcome to this crazy family." She said as she hugged me tightly.
"Anotha niece." Blue laughed, hugging me. His accent wasn't as thick, it was like Jalen and Gianna's. Blue was just a little older than all of us. He was just a big brother in our book.
"Let's go out, though. For real." Gigi suggested. I nodded.
"Ah, yes. Invite your friends, Mariah. I will pay."
"You sure?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"They will cause attention. I have a lot of friends." He waved me off.
"Invite whoever you want. Just come back here when you round them up. You pick the place." I nod.
"Y'all wanna come?"
"Hell yeah!" Papa hit him upside his head. I rolled my eyes and waved them on.
*
In no time, I had them at Blue's house.
"You say this is a lot?" I gave him the stupidest look as everybody got out.
"This is a lot."
"Oh please, you gotta learn a couple ah things about bein' half Dominican." Jay laughed at me.
"Hol' up, introduce me." I smiled.
"EVERYBODY! Aye, this my daddy."
"Oooou! You half Mexican or some'?" I heard Day ask. I deadass laughed for like ten seconds before calming down. Kd was mugging her as she stared at my brother.
"Naw, Dominican." I started introducing everybody by their government name, despite their protest. I like to be petty, so I messed up Jaliyah's name. Her and Keisha can kiss my right cheek and make the left one jealous. Just tryna catch a free meal.
"Where we eating? A mi me gusta a bebo." He smiled at me.
|I like to drink.|
"Where a good place to drink? A mi no me gusta a bebo." We finally decided what place to go to. We picked a random place with good drinks
"Name?" Papa had on shades darker than night. The corners of his mouth formed into a grin.
"DeJean Clemons." He pushed his shades down a bit to look at her. Her eyes got wide, and she started radically looking at the computer.
"Uh--uh, I d-don't see you, here, sir. Maybe I can get the manager...to sort this out?" He nodded in approval.
Damn, it's like that?
After the manager flipped his shit, we got a couple of tables in the back where we could sit together in one place. When we sat down, I looked over at Kentrell, who was sitting down beside me. I smiled shyly and he smirked back. Papa sat in front of me.
"Mariah? ¿Es ese tu novio?" I understood that clearly, feeling a blush creep to my cheeks.
"¿Que? ¡No, el es no mi novio! El es ella novio." I explained that he was Jaliyah's boyfriend. He just laughed. We broke off into little conversations, but Papa got YB's attention.
"You look familiar." He pinched his nose bridge, trying to think of where he saw him.
"That's NBA Youngboy, papa." Jay said. Papa started laughing.
"Ah. ¿El niño quies tú escuchados a todas el hora, mientras tu son balias en tu ropas interior?"
|The boy who you listened to all the time, while you are dancing in your underwear?|
Jay blushed wildly.
"Papa..." Jay groaned in embarrassment.
"What? I could've said it in English. It's not that bad, it's funny."
"Mariah, he be in there jumpin' around with his Glock, screaming lyrics and sh--stuff." GiGi said in between giggles.
"What did he say, though?" Ben asked curiously.
"He asked was Youngboy the same artist who Jay was dancing in his underwear to." Gigi answered, making everybody giggle.
"Gigi! ¿Por qué haría tú decais ese?" Gigi started laughing.
|Why would you say that?|
"For the record, I was listening to Tay-K when you walked in on me getting ready." Jay mugged Papa.
"I thought you said Tay-K is trash--"
"Gigi, where is ya filter?" Gigi smiled 'innocently'.
"Enough, enough. You better figure out what to order before our waitress comes over here." Papa scolded them. They opened the menu, and it was quiet for a little bit. I felt something on my thigh and looked down. I slapped YB's hand away, and went back to looking at the menu. He popped my leg and I hissed in pain, getting my dad's attention. He went back to looking at the menu, shaking his head. I mugged him when he squeezed my thigh.
"Ken, whatchu gettin'?" Jaliyah interrupted him.
"Gettin' dat." He responded to her, pointing to some picture. They started having a conversation about the food, his hand still tracing circles on my thigh. I moved his hand, putting my attention on the waitress.
"Hi, my name is Elijah, and I will be your waitress today. What can I start you off with today?" Everything was going smooth as ever until she got to me and asked for my drink.
"And for you, ma'am?"
"Uhhh, lemme get a--" I cut myself off, mugging YB. He had a smirk on his face as I rubbed the spot on my side he pinched.
"Lemme get a cherr--y...coke, yeah." I gave him a stupid look, moving his hand from my bare hip. A couple people looked at me funny when they heard the snap of my waist band.
"Stop puttin' ya hands down my pants, stupid." I mumbled.
"Don't whea' shit like this, then."
"Youn tell me what ta wear." I mugged him, tugging on my crop top.
"Who told you ta get ya belly button pierced?"
"My nigga, I am grown. I been grown. And you not my nigga, bonus." I started making a soft beat on the table. He just sucked his teeth.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Gigi, go with your sister, yeah?" She nodded, getting up and leading me to it.
"So, wassup wit' you and Youngboy?" She gave a mischievous smile. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Nothin'."
"What is he doin' up unda the table, though? I peeped it."
"Nothin', don't worry about it sis." She giggled as we walked into the restroom.
"Okay, okay, imma leave you alone. Ion believe you, though." I sucked my teeth, about to say something before a stall opened. We shuffled awkwardly until that person said something, pulling at some paper towels.
"You Big Jean's daughter, right?" She asked Gigi.
"Who?" She stank faced her.
"Bitch, you know who."
"What we not finna do is call my best friend a bitch." I followed her lead. The girl pulled out a box cutter, making the blade pop out. The fuck?
"He fucked my brother's life up, so he gon' have to pay." I reached for my gun, pulling it out.
"Baby, we'on know no Big Jean, but pullin' a knife at a gun fight issa death sentence." Gigi pulled out her heat, too. The girl flinched a little, making us laugh.
"My bad, I must got the wrong person."
"Get the fuck outta hea'." She waved the gun to the bathroom door, and she shot out.
"I hate dumb bitches." I mumbled, washing my hands. She mumbled something in Spanish angrily.
"I got a question." I said, pulling the bathroom door open.
"Wassup?"
"What you and Jay mixed wit'? I know you ain't all Dominican."
"We both mixed wit' black, his mama just hella light skin. Mine darkskin." I nodded in understanding. We got back to the table, sitting down. We finally ordered and we were eating for a while, then Marc's phone started ringing.
"Hey, my princess." He smiled at the screen.
"Hi, daddy!" I heard her speak for the first time.
"Daddy, mommy's hurt. I asked her what's wrong, she don't wanna tell me." His smile dropped.
"Well, how she actin'?"
"She's cryin'...and she's bleedin'..." She dragged her words a little. Only me, Papa, YB, and his girlfriend could hear.
"Bleeding? Where? Where is she bleeding, baby?" He tried to stay calm.
"Right here...and here...and here..."
"Who else in there?"
"Her friend left."
"I'm comin', baby. Go sit with mama. Can you be a big girl and do that for me?"
"Mhm."
"Okay, I'm comin'. Don't hang up." He got up and so did I. I looked at Papa, and he nodded showing that he understood.
"Need help?" He shook his head.
"Nawl,enjoy ya meal. Thank ya, though. ." Papa nodded.
"Sorry to cut this so short. See you in a little bit." I kissed him on the cheek and ran out with Marc.
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