Page 26 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2
“Y’all always tell me to go to my room.”
Despite everything, I saw my mother’s lips twitch. Even my father looked like he was trying not to smile. Maylee folded her arms.
“I’m not a baby anymore,” she said with a little attitude.
“No one said you were,” my mother jumped in.
“Yes, y’all do.”
She pointed directly at my father.
“He does.”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Maylee sighed dramatically.
“Maybe having a little brother or sister won’t be so bad.”
The room went quiet. Even she seemed surprised she said it out loud, then she shrugged.
“Then y’all can baby them instead,” she added.
She was on a roll this morning. Her little foot was on both our parents’ necks and the shit was hilarious. This time I couldn’t help laughing. Neither could my mother. For a second, the tension in the room eased, just a little. Then reality settled back in. My father looked at Maylee.
“Baby girl, I need you to go back to your room. It’s important.”
Maylee frowned.
“What’s going on?”
Nobody answered right away, and that only made her more suspicious.
“Mama?”
My mother forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“We just need to talk for a minute,” she said softly.
Maylee folded her arms.
“About what?”
I already knew she wasn’t about to let this go easily. Not because she was a kid but because she was nosy, the whole family was. My father let out a breath. He was annoyed, and I could tell. Patience wasn’t something that my father had, and my little sister was riding at the end of his nerves this morning.
“Maylee.”
The warning in his voice finally got her attention. She looked at him for a second before rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Fine,” then she paused. “Is this about Maliah?”
The room went quiet, and that was all the answer she needed. Her expression immediately changed. The attitude disappeared and was replaced with worry.
“What happened?”
My mother looked away while my father’s jaw tightened, and suddenly even Maylee could tell something wasn’t right.
“We’re handling it,” my father said.
The words sounded calm, too calm for whatever the fuck was going on. Maylee looked like she wanted to ask more questions. Instead, she nodded slowly.
