Page 45 of A Million Boss Kisses
Marissa Haynes
Two Years Later
T he last two years of our lives have been extremely chaotic.
Yaseer was able to donate one of his kidneys to Lil Q, leaving me and Amill to take care of both of them while they recovered early on in my pregnancy.
Since I was older and high risk, we all moved into Yaseer’s massive estate so his parents could move in to help us temporarily.
Within a month, Yaseer was working from home, and the following month he was back in the office.
Lil Q, on the other hand, was a whole different story.
His recovery was a lot harder on his body and took four months and a few rejection scares that kept our entire family on edge.
Then, once we jumped through those hurdles, depression started to settle in as he missed most of his senior year of high school.
It wasn’t all bad though. During that recovery process, Lil Q exposed us to his hidden love for poetry. I felt like a bad mother for not picking up on it when I heard him rapping to Jameera in the kitchen that day, but my mind was too laser focused on them fucking in my house.
To help Lil Q out of his depression, Yaseer covered the cost for him to hit the studio and create his first mixtape.
With Jameera’s dad in his corner making moves for him, Lil Q had just signed with a major label, getting paid to pen his pain.
He went by Q now and took it as extreme disrespect when you added the Lil in front of it.
Especially when his breakthrough record had people calling him the skinny Rod Wave.
Quinten Sr. still had a rocky relationship with the boys that was on the mend until Q dropped that mixtape.
There were some mentions of his father that weren’t favorable, and like the selfish nigga he was, Quinten got in his feelings and stopped putting forth effort again.
They were grown now, so I stayed out of it.
My husband already shot both of his hands and my uncle gave him a mild TBI.
The distance was for his safety, not mine.
“Mommy, Big Brudder Q!” Yarissa clapped in my lap before pointing towards the door.
My happy healthy daughter was nearing a year and ten months old.
Apparently, she was conceived the first night I had sex with Yaseer, and I’d always appreciate the events that led to us having sex that night.
Her short curls were moisturized, and she had a big blue bow in the front to match the tiny Rays jersey with Quincy’s name and number on it.
“Wassup Yarissa, Big Brother Q got you something,” Q smiled, swaggering over to us. The diamond encrusted microphone dangling from his neck almost blinded us as the sunlight through the glass window in the suite ricocheted off it.
“Hell nah, I’mma put yo ass out,” Yaseer snatched the Blow Pop Q pulled out of his pocket before he could pass it to Yarissa. “She was bouncing off the fucking walls when you and Jameera dropped her off with that lollipop last week.”
“Daddy. I want that,” she pouted.
“Not today, we are about to watch Quincy play. You want to go grab some popcorn so you can be ready?” He swiftly distracted Yarissa, pulling her out of my lap.
Q laughed until he saw my face and straightened up.
“It’s not funny at all. The next time y’all ask to get her the answer will be no. She lights up when she sees you because she knows you are going to give her sugar,” I complained.
“Let my girl live here and there,” he laughed like the shit was funny.
“Oh, she lived alright and drew all over her bedroom walls. I’ll send you the invoice for the housekeepers’ extra pay for cleaning them.”
“You ain’t said nothing. Anything for my lil sister.”
“She got all of that sweets eating from your ass. You was prediabetic and had to lay off the sweets towards the end because of all that shit you was eating,” Yaseer called over his shoulder.
“And you was the one feeding it to her,” Q chimed in. “Who sends their assistant on a weekly trip to Miami for cheesecake. Now that I know the cost of flying, that’s insane.”
“If you love Jameera enough, she’ll have you wrapped around her finger too. With yo young rich ass.”
“My baby knows she can get anythang up outta me.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s riding here with Amill. I think they were shopping or something,” Q explained.
Amill and Jameera ended up spending a year in Tokyo like they wanted to.
Yaseer went over to check on them twice, but he supported her financially and didn’t complain outside of that.
The days of being an overbearing parent were over for him because Amill was grown now, and I wasn’t having that when it came to Yarissa. We would not be repeating the cycle.
When the girls returned from Tokyo, they hit the ground running, launching their own clothing line that was doing numbers.
They had even been hired to style a few local celebrities, and with Q’s rap career taking off, I could see them going so far with their passion.
Q was gearing up for his first arena tour, opening up for a seasoned rapper, and Amill and Jameera were going along to handle his styling.
I loved every bit of their success for them.
They were getting to their own bag and no longer running our pockets.
My best friend Karina came in with the rest of Quincy’s siblings and their spouses.
Tech and Jury came in last with their daughter Fallon, Yarissa’s best friend.
She immediately abandoned Yaseer and went to hug Fallon before they climbed on the couch, where Yarissa abandoned her iPad when we arrived.
Yaseer took both of them a bucket of popcorn while I greeted everyone in the room.
Uncle Vincent came in last, stress written all over his face like it was the last two times I saw him, but he was tight lipped about whatever the fuck was wrong with him.
I pushed that to the back of my mind as Yaseer came over and gently pulled me from the stool so he could take a seat, then guided me onto his lap, settling me in my favorite spot, anywhere in his arms. Today was Quincy’s first game as an MLB player, and we were all dressed in his jerseys for the occasion.
“Strike three!” The umpire called and we all cheered because it was time for our boys to bat.
Quincy was up second to bat, and after two years of attending his college games with Yaseer on my side, I learned more about baseball than I did my entire life. They positioned Quincy in the second spot because he was a strong base runner on top of having a high batting average.
“Let me go grab Yarissa so she doesn’t miss her brother,” I informed Yaseer, squeezing his arm before abandoning my position. The entire suite was dead silent in anticipation besides these two chatter boxes.
“Quincy is about to swing the bat, Yarissa, you want to see it?”
“Yes!” she bubbled, reaching her hands up.
I scooped her up into my arms and Tech was right behind me grabbing Fallon.
We walked over, and I held Yarissa in my arms as Yaseer pulled me back onto his lap.
I barely had time to point to where Quincy was for Yarissa before the crack of the bat echoed through the stadium.
The ball went soaring over center field.
Everyone in the suite was on their feet cheering.
“Go Quincy!” Yarissa clapped.
Quincy rounded first with that confident stride, and I had to hold onto Yarissa as I jumped up and down because my oldest baby was about to hit a home run.
The player who had been on first was already rounding third.
Quincy passed second as the ball cleared the wall, and before I knew it, he was crossing home with a grin on his face.
He pointed up at our suite and pumped his fist while the crowd went wild.
“My brudder, Quincy!” Yarissa giggled.
Yaseer wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pulled me back into his chest. I looked up at Yaseer, and he leaned down to peck my lips. “You see that shit, I told you!”
I nodded, and he turned to Uncle Vincent. “All them niggas who was sleep on my boy better wake the fuck up!”
He slapped him five then refocused his attention on the game. Amill and Jameera trickled in late, and Yarissa wasted no time catching them up.
“My brudder Quincy just got two points.” She held two fingers up confidently before she wiggled out of my grasp and took off to sit back in her spot with Fallon.
“And y’all missed it. Fuckin’ off at the mall when we all wearin’ the same shit,” Q talked shit to them.
They rolled their eyes and skipped over him while greeting everyone else in the room.
“I’m so happy for him. He worked hard for this shit, and it’s paying off,” Yaseer stated, pulling me back into his arms again after embracing Amill and Jameera.
“Me too,” I snuggled up against him, reveling in the warmth of the man I called my own, with the ones that meant the most to me.
THE END!