Remember me, your girl Denise? Well I’m back. After that little situation with Kyle happened, and Shay and I got away Scott free, we decided to go ahead and tie the knot. Exciting, right? Shay became Mrs. Sharya Morris – Bridges, and I’ve been a happily married woman for the past year. I have to honestly say that being married to your best friend can be more exciting than it is overwhelming. I love this woman with all my heart, and I know she loves me as well. Shit, we’ve been through hell, even killed a nigga to be with each other. “Babe, where do you want me to put this?”, shay asked me. We had relocated to Memphis and was decorating our new home, a 2 bedroom, 3 bathroom town home on the east side.
“Put it wherever you wanna put it, Sharya”, I replied as I wrapped up a text conversation with my mama. Her and Shay hated each other because my mother was never a fan of the LGBTQ community. The hatred they felt would have to be resolved, though, because I loved the both of them. “Shay, how would you feel if my mama came for a visit?”, I asked Sharya, fearing her response. Shay gave me a look that would knock a bird from the sky. “Sure, whatever, Dee. I don’t give a fuck.” “Damn”, I thought to myself, as I knew that would be an argument later.
“Baby, if it’s gonna be a prob-“, Shay cut me off. “Look, I said I don’t care. Let’s just finish decorating our house before she comes over and have something crazy to say about that.” I sensed that she was upset, and I didn’t want my baby being upset. I walked over to her and slid my tongue over her shoulders and down the back her neck, causing her to giggle. “What, goofy ass?”, I asked. “That tickles!”, she replied as she turned to face me. I grabbed her chin, engaging in a deep kiss that sent shivers down my spine. “Make love to me”, she whispered in my ear before I started to undress her. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted me. “Fuck!”, I yelled as I got up and stomped to the door.
I snatched it open, only to reveal my mother wearing the ugliest frown I’ve ever seen. “Hey mama, how are you?”, I said, hoping that she hadn’t heard me. “Hey, Denise, I’m fine. Would be much better if your mouth wasn’t do damn foul. Now, are you going to let me in? Or, are you going to leave me out here in the cold?”, my mom responded. I stepped aside and let her in, following shortly behind. A few seconds later, Sharya emerged from the master bedroom. She and my mother exchanged quick glances, adding some thick ass tension to the atmosphere. “Sharya”, my mama said. “Ms. Gladys”, Shay returned. Sensing the beef, I stepped in. “So, who’s ready for some dinner?” Damn.