“When?”
“Not sure, but soon.”
She looked at him again with sad eyes before she stood and took his nephew from him. Ginette patted her son on the shoulder and then left the room. She wasn't okay with it and he knew she never would be, but she wasn’t going to fight him on it either. She knew her son well enough to know that it wouldn't do any good.
Miego hated for his mom to be upset, so he planned to bring Yami by soon to meet her. Maybe the idea of him being with someone other than Kia would make her smile a little. Anybody was better than Kia, and in her eyes, one step closer to the grandbaby that she secretly wished for. That shit wasn't happening with him anytime soon, but at least, it would give her hope.
Chapter Twelve
Yami sat on the bench outside the area where Miego was supposed to meet her, listening to her sister go on about how stupid she was being and that she was leaving one bad situation to jump right into another. All Yami was thinking was that Yaz needed to get a life. She got that Yaz cared, but Yami didn't understand why her sister was so dead set on her staying with a man that she knew had no problem putting his hands on her. Black wasn't shit, and she knew that better than anybody because she had seen the damage that he had done to Yami on more than one occasion.
Yami was starting to question whether her sister even wanted to see her happy. Staying with Black was a surefire way for Yami to be miserable for the rest of her life, and Yaz seemed dead set on her staying put with him.
“Yaz, I get it, and I’m not saying I’m about to marry the man, but I like him, and I’m not going to pretend that I don't. I’m just giving it a minute to see how it goes.”
“But did you not just say that you’re on your way to go find an apartment with him. Damn, Yami, you’ve known that nigga for what, a week? And you talking about shacking up. His dick game must be on point.”
“First of all, I didn't say I was doing anything. He’s looking for an apartment, and I wouldn't know because I haven't had sex with him.” Yami was pissed that her sister was coming for her like that.
“Don't get a got damn attitude with me. I’m just trying to help. I love you, Yami, and I love Ray. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Niggas will promise you the world, and when it's time to step up and deliver, they find the next bitch, and bam, just like that, she’s living the life that he promised you. Trust me, I know.”
“I’m not you, Yaz, and Miego isn't Trez.” The words flew out of Yami’s mouth before she even realized what she was saying. But the moment she said it, she could see what the problem was.
Yami knew that her sister was still having a hard time with the fact that her ex had played her the way he did. She supported him no matter what, did a two-year bid with him, only for him to get out, get back in the game and then get one of his side bitches pregnant. He left Yaz, screaming that his kid needed him, and now Trez, his girl, and their baby were living lovely while Yaz sat around being hateful. Yami just wished that Yaz would get over it. All men weren't Trez, and Miego damn sure wasn't, at least as far as Yami could tell.
“Wow, I try to be a good sister and show you that I care, and you throw that shit in my face. This is not about Trez, but cool. You can get that. Just don’t come crying to me when he turns out to be just like that nigga you’re running from.” Yaz hung up just as Yami called her name to try and apologize. She felt bad, but she meant what she said, so Yami shot her sister a text just as she noticed Miego pull up.
I didn't mean to bring that up and I know you care. I love you, Yaz, and you know that, but I need this, I need to at least try to be happy. Please don't be mad about it, just trust that I know what I’m doing.
After she hit send, she lifted her book bag and walked to Miego's car, still in her feelings a little about the argument that she just had with her sister. For the first few minutes in the car, she was quiet, which he noticed.
“What’s up, shorty? You still mad about this morning? I’m sorry about that, and I didn't mean to come at you the way I did.” He reached for Yami’s hand, and once he had it, he lifted it, intertwining their fingers.
“No, it's fine,” Yami said and turned toward the passenger side window.
“Well, something's up, so talk to me, shorty.”
“I had an argument with my sister yet again, about you.” Yami snatched her hand away from his and looked out the window.
“So you figured it would be a good idea to bring that shit to me?” he said, annoyed about the fact that she had let that shit bother her so much.
She glared at him for a second before turning to look out the window.