If only it was that easy.
She unmutes the call then asks, “How much do you need?”
“Whatever you can send but twenty-five stacks would be perfect. I don’t know how long this closing is going to take. I promise I’ll give it back.”
“Send me your account info,” Sunjiya says and her sister exhales loud as hell.
“Oh, thank you, Twin. Thank you. You saved me as usual. I’m gonna pay you back.”
“You don’t have to.”
A long, pregnant pause passes before her sister speaks again, simply saying, “Sending the info now. Thanks again and I love you.”
The call ends before Sunjiya can respond and seconds later she receives a text with the account info. She sighs then turns to Akeem. A hint of sadness resides in her eyes, so he wraps his arm around her.
“I do love her,” Sunjiya admits because she does. No matter how crazy or even volatile their relationship maybe at ties, it doesn’t diminish the love.
“I know, bae.”
“I just can’t bring her back into my life. I don’t trust her, and now, I have too much at stake,” she says and instinctively grazes her hand across her stomach. “I’m gonna have to love her from a distance, baby.”
“Then that’s what you do, bae. It’s your call, but either way, you’re good because you got me and I got you and her.” His hands cover hers. “Always.”
“That’s why I love you, Akeem,” she says.
“And I love you too, bae.”
THE END