Freak Out
Freak Out
Isha
I’m FREAKING OUT! I texted Ava.
It was Friday night. She and I hadn’t been able to get together. She had to fly home with Aaron to visit her family. She was so excited when she texted me after her birthday. She sent a picture of the ring and a picture of her and Aaron cheek to cheek as she held up her hand. I was so happy for my friend. I was also a little jealous. I know I shouldn’t be. I have four amazing men and they, all claim I am the only woman for them, but that didn’t mean they wanted a lifetime commitment to me. I mean one of them at least has one with the baby on the way, but the others, they could drop me any time. It was still a fear of mine.
My BFF Ava: I’m on my way. Bringing a strawberry smoothing with an extra punch of protein. Be there in
five.
God, I loved her. That sounded so f*ckin good and refreshing. Since the guys were at work, I snuck into the pantry and pulled out two Oreos where I hid them in a box of corn flakes. I gagged at the thought of the dry tasteless cereal. No one ate it in the house. I told them I was craving it one day just so I could have the box
in the house, to hide my cookies.
I moaned as I took the top off the oreo and licked the center. I knew Oreos weren’t the greatest thing to eat,
but Bean wanted them. Who am I to say no?
“Mama’s got your back, Bean,” I whispered, savoring the gritty, sugary goodness.
“I’m here love,” Ava called out.
I rushed to her and grabbed the smoothie and then grabbed her hand.
“Oh, God, the picture doesn’t do it justice. I’m so happy for you,” I said, hugging her.
“Thank you, me too. You should have seen my mother. She was in tears at the thought of me getting married and her becoming a grandmother. She said she wanted to be called Glamma. Can you believe that?”
“From what I remember of your mom I can. I remember at the senior parents get–togethers she was always dressed to the nines, makeup on point and everything.”
“Of course she was. She even put on full clothes and makeup to get the mail. God forbid anyone saw Margaret Greene in her natural state, people would faint.”
We erupted in peels of laughter.
“Have you told your mom and Nana yet?”
“No, I’m waiting until next week. It’s my sixth week check–up. All the guys are coming. I’m going to ask for an ultrasound and get two pictures. Then I’m going to go to the store and get a congratulations card and put the pictures in it. I’m not even going to call. I’m going to wait for them to contact me. I’m being naughty, but I can’t wait to hear from them. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when they opened the card.”
“My mother would kill me if I did something like that.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be in for a treat. Especially from my Nana. I wish they were closer, but they love Vegas, and I do not want to move there. I hated growing up in all that heat.”
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Freak Out
“Me too. I love Colorado. If you want to beat the heat, you just ride up into the mountains. To me this is the
best place,” Ava said.
“I agree,” I said.
“Okay, now what has got your panties in a bunch?”
“Dawson’s parents will be here tonight. I don’t know what to make. Dawson said they were picky, but these were his parents. I need to impress them. What if they don’t like me? Surely they want someone that is not a total mess for their son. I mean I’m a divorcee.”
“Isha, you are magnificent. They’re going to love you. Didn’t you say Dawson said they were looking forward to meeting you?”
“Yes, but, of course, they’re going to say that they love their son. I hope they don’t think I’m in it for his money. I need to prove to them, I have my own, and way more than him and the guys.”
Ava averted her eyes and I caught it.
“What?”
“I don’t know if I should tell you, you might freak out more.”
“Ava, I love you, you’re my best friend, but right now I want to strangle you.”
“Okay, okay, well, Aaron told me when I told him you were meeting Dawson’s parents this weekend, that you’re about to hit the jackpot.”
“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, Aaron and Dawson have known each other for about a year now, they’ve gotten somewhat close in friendship. I would say besides the guys, Aaron is the closest thing to a best friend Dawson has that he’s not in a relationship with.”
“Okay? And?”
“Well, Dawson’s father is Patrick Becks. He owns practically all the real estate in California where they grow garlic and avocados. The companies lease the land from Patrick. Patrick is a multi–multi billionaire, in the hundreds, and his mother is Aria Becks, former Aria Strike.”
“The model? Holy sh*t, she’s my Nana’s nemesis. When Nana would model in the States, Aria was just coming on the scene as a child model when Nana was in her prime. Aria rose quickly and when Nana was close to the end of her modeling career, Aria made a comment about ushering in the new talent and letting go of the old. Nana got pissed and showed her that, no matter how old she was, she could still take Aria’s place in any campaign and for a year she did. If a campaign was waffling between using Aria, who was young and fresh, or Nana, who was classic and glamour, they always went with Nana. Oh God, she’s going to hate me,” I choked out. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. I didn’t know what I was going to do. “Hey, hey, calm down. It’s okay, there’s no way she’s going to hold a grudge against you just because your
Nana is a bada*s.”
“You don’t know that. She’s going to convince Dawson to give me up. She’s his mother, he’ll listen to her. Oh God, Ava, I can’t breathe. Help,” I said. I kneeled down on the floor and got on my hands and knees. If I was going to pass out, I didn’t want the fall to be too far.
“Oh, Sh*t Isha, I should have never told you.”
Freak Out
“No, no, this is good. I should know now, before I get in any further with the guys. I can raise this baby on my own. I’m financially sound. I work from home. When the firm is built and ready to go, I can bring Bean to work
with me.”
“Isha, you’re spiraling: You got to breathe.”
“I just need to lay down. Can you watch the dogs? They’re outside.” I slowly crawled to the couch and climbed on it. Blackness encompassed me and I welcomed it.
Ava
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, how was I supposed to know the history between her Nana and Mrs. Becks. I checked on the dogs outside. Titus was under a tree cooling in the shade. I laughed at Maude and Dean. She was on her back, her legs in the air, and Dean was lying on her tummy.
I went into the living room and checked on Isha. She was breathing deeply. D*mn, her blood pressure must have skyrocketed. Dawson and the guys are going to kill me. I gulped as I pulled out my phone. Who was most likely to go easy on me? Before he busted Aaron’s lip, I would have said Davis, but now I don’t know. I hit Ford’s contact number and waited while it rang.
“Hey darlin, what’s up? Are you okay? Can’t get a hold of Aaron?”
“Hi, Ford, um listen, I told Isha some news, and she didn’t take it well. She kind of hyperventilated and passed out on the couch.”
“I’m on my way,” he hung up, and I sat next to my bff. She’ll be okay. I kept chanting to myself. I lifted her legs and sat down on the couch. I yawned and closed my eyes. I needed a nap. Being pregnant was exhausting.
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