Page 18 of Only Fans

@ T atiana

#ARealOne’sB-Day

“Uh-oh, it’s the birthday girl! Happy birthday, baby girl!” My dad beamed as I walked into the kitchen.

He was standing at the island eating a piece of bacon while watching my mom as she sashayed from the kitchen setting the table for us to have breakfast. The kitchen smelled so amazing it had my stomach grumbling.

Moments like these were far and few between.

There was a time where I loved moments like this.

All my life my parents had lived busy lives, but it seemed like the older I got the busier they became.

I used to wish we could be like this more often but not so much anymore.

Lately it seemed that whenever I had the pleasure of having both of my parents’ attention at the same time, I was usually being lectured or getting nagged for not doing what they wanted me to do.

It felt like once I had become a teenager it became harder and harder for me and my folks to get along.

Things always had a way of going left especially between me and my mom.

My dad didn’t particularly care to be confrontational, nor did he always ride my back like my mom did.

All my dad wanted was for me to be a good girl and become successful at something in life.

He always wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor, but he wasn’t pressed like my mom which was why he and I got along better than me and my mom.

She wanted me to follow in her footsteps and become a lawyer but that was her dream not mine.

My dad understood that I didn’t have the stomach to become a doctor and eventually, he stopped bringing the medical field up to me.

But my mom, I wished she’d take a page out of my dad’s book.

To her, if I didn’t choose the medical field, law was a given.

I was sure if my mom could have it her way, I’d be a prosecutor just like her, but I could never see that for myself.

She had a way of making me feel that if I didn’t follow in her footsteps, I would be beneath her or something.

In a way, she and I had this very competitive vibe going on between us that I was just as petty as she was.

I’d be the first to admit to myself, not anyone else of course, that I intentionally did things to get a rise out of my mom.

I was adamant to show her that I could be just as successful if not more than her by doing things my way and not hers.

It was a bone of contention that drove a wedge between my mom and I, and although my dad would always try to mediate, in the end he always chose her side.

That whole, happy wife happy life shit was true for them.

My dad was a manly man, but my mom called all the shots and was the driving force behind him.

She made almost all the decisions for our household.

We actually had a fun time when we were all together, making it a point to have fun, but we rarely gathered like that anymore.

Had it not been for my birthday, I couldn’t remember the last time my mom cooked a large spread like she had done today, and we all sat and had breakfast or any meal together at a set table.

Actually, if I remember correctly, the last time we all ate together was on both of my parents’ birthdays.

So yeah, we only gathered for holidays or special moments such as this.

My parents stayed way too busy with their jobs and were barely ever home.

“Thanks, Daddy.” I smiled as I gave him a big hug.

“Happy birthday, sweetie! I hope you’re hungry!” my mom sang.

Turning to my mom, I gave her a tight hug.

Maybe we couldn’t ever see eye to eye or get along, but it didn’t take away from the fact that I loved her.

As much as she worked my last nerve, I couldn’t change the fact that she was my mom.

God didn’t allow us to choose our family members so my love for her wasn’t something that I looked at as optional. I would always have love for her.

“Ouuu…weee, I appreciate that you cooked all my favorites!” I smiled. “Everything smells so good. I can’t wait to dig in!”

After embracing my mom, I looked into her face and could tell that she was happy, and the moment was genuine. You could feel the love in the air.

I wasn’t expecting to see any gifts because all I asked for was for them to get me a condo and for my birthday dinner and after party.

I didn’t need anything else. The fact that my mom cooked was sweet, and traditionally she always made her famous homemade strawberry cheesecake.

There was no dessert on earth that could stand next to her homemade cheesecake, no competition needed.

As for my birthday, the only thing I was looking forward to was getting my own place.

When I first told my parents that I wanted my own place as opposed to staying in a dorm or commuting from home to school they sounded like they were on board with it.

Instantly, I became obsessed with researching condos in the Gold Coast and ended up finding three apartments I absolutely loved.

I showed my parents, and they were cool with the places, but of course my mom felt they were a little on the pricier side.

She also said making the condo an investment versus a place we rented was a must. She wanted to get the best value and price for the location, and the Gold Coast was poppin’ and pretty expensive.

In true fashion, my mom took over my whole condo searching process, along with her busy work schedule, and we wound up looking at seven places instead of three.

The whole process had gone from me getting my own place to my mom looking for an investment property.

Out of all the places we looked at, we finally narrowed it down and agreed on two.

One was a favorite of mine, and the other was one of my mom’s favorites, and the big surprise was the reveal on which one my parents chose.

While we were condo hunting, I asked if it would be okay for me to move in right away instead of holding off until right before school started in the fall.

They both agreed that it would be fine that way I could find part-time work and be settled in and ready for when school started.

Since the selections were narrowed down to two, I was hoping they had decided and were planning on today being the day they surprised me with it.

I just hoped and prayed they picked the one out of the two that was my favorite, but knowing what I knew about my mom, that was wishful thinking.

“You’re welcome, baby,” my mom smiled. “I can’t believe my little girl is twenty years old.”

“Your mother and I are so proud of you, baby girl,” my dad said as I started helping myself to the food.

“I know sometimes you think we’re too hard on you, but it’s only because we love you and want what’s best for you.

I don’t want to get too deep into the talk about how important it is for you to get serious and buckle down because you’ll be starting college very soon.

You already know what your mother and I expect from you, and you know we will always have your back and be there for you.

Just as long as you do your part. We can’t coddle you forever, baby.

You need to get serious about what you want to do in life.

You’re going to have to start looking for either an intern or part-time job as soon as possible, especially since you want to move out on your own so soon.

It’s vital now that you are becoming a young adult that you know what it means to work. ”

“I know, Daddy, and I appreciate everything you and Mom do for me. You guys gotta admit that I don’t give you much trouble considering?—”

“Considering what?” my dad asked.

“Considering you and Mom are never home. Over the years, I’ve had to learn how to grow up basically on my own.

I’m not trying to throw shade or anything.

I’m just saying because of that, I’ve become a very responsible and independent young lady.

You can count on one hand how many times I’ve caused any real trouble.

Compared to what other people my age is doing, I don’t give y’all any problems.”

“For the most part you’re right, sweetie,” my mom agreed, but here came the shade.

“You are very responsible compared to what some of my girlfriends are going through in their households with their children. The problem with you is the laziness, and the lack of following direction. You like to do things your way when sometimes you could benefit from more guidance. Being hardheaded is your downfall, and you’re trying to grow up a little too fast. The company you keep also worries me a little especially once you’re living on your own. ”

“Mom, you’re making it sound like I’m a little kid, and I’m not hardheaded. I just don’t like to be told I can’t do something or that my way of doing things is wrong because it’s different. I’ve already started looking into some part time online work.”

My mom started laughing as if I had just made a joke, then said, “Don’t be silly, sweetie.

We were thinking a job more along the lines of Target, Walmart, Macy’s, grocery stores, even a receptionist. Not some online money scam.

Come on now, Tati. You of all people should know better than that.

This is what we mean when we say we expect way more than that from you. ”

“Come on what? I can make way more money online than at any of the places you just named, and that’s not me choosing to not listen to you, those are facts.

There are plenty of legit online jobs. Just because your job is outside of the house doesn’t mean that all online jobs are scams. You should know that being a lawyer and all. ”