#Imma go into my local apple store and talk to them about it too but obviously i want other opinions too bc the employee has to

[petalsandpurity]

Has anyone got the MacBook Air with that M2 chip? Is it worth it??

(As much as I would also like to ask about the M3 model I probs won’t be able to afford that one.)

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 231

Cammie

Lane comes out of the room then stops like he was startled by me coming up. "Mommy?"

I smile. "Hey, Lane."

"Mommy?" He says looking back in the room. "That boy want a chips."

"Come out here, Lane, really quick." I say grabbing him and taking him to where Hidia was.

Hidia was sitting on Marco's lap watching a video on a tablet. I think they were watching it together. Anyway they were outside where breakfast was now being cleaned up. Chris walks up from the beach looking mad.

"Where Amber?" He snaps at no one.

"To the store." Lane answers. "I play?"

I stand him up in front of Marco and Hidia. "In a minute Lane. What did you say about the boy?"

"In the room."

"Yes, what did that boy say?"

Lane puts his hand on his hip. "He want a chips."

"He told you he wanted chips?"

"Yeah, Mommy."

I cut my eyes at them. They were just watching me. "Go ask him what kind."

"I not get him chips." Lane snaps.

"Why?"

"He get he chips. He big boy."

I chuckle. "Go ask him what kind of chips he want, Lane. Go ahead."

"Mommy, he say he no talk to you." Lane says walking away. "Mommy?"

"What, Lane?"

He continues walking then he starts running. I sit the monitor on Hidia lap. Before she could ask any questions Lane starts talking.

"Go get you chips from Mommy." Lane spats.

"No, Lane."

Hidia gasps. "Is that my baby?"

"I think my son is a bully but..." I shrug.

"Who gives a fuck?" Marco says pushing Hidia off him aggressively.

The boys start talking again. "Lane?"

"What?"

"You go ask for me."

"Mommy say what you want?" Lane finally says. “What chips?”

Marco starts walking towards the house. Hidia grabs him.

"He will stop talking." She cries.

"I want Doritos."

"Okay, Cousin." Lane says now being nice. "You eat in kitchen, k."

"I know. I going to go to the kitchen."

Marco shakes his head and walk away. It look like he had tears in his eyes. I smile at him. Hidia hands me the monitor then walk after him. Lane comes back outside to me. His bad ass. He needs to learn how to be nice to people. I'm not raising a mean stuck up rich man.

"Mommy, he get Doritos?"

"Yes. Lane are you being mean to Ike?"

Lane glances at me ready to lie. "I... I not. No."

"Does Ike talk to you nice?" I ask. "Is Ike nice?"

"Ike scare he Mommy."

I stand up and walk to the kitchen with Lane. I don’t think he understands that question. Lane would not shut up once we get into the kitchen. This is one moment when I appreciate the fact that he could talk. Although he wanted to talk about every little thing. Like the refrigerator having popsicles or the cabinets not opening. They have child locks unlike the ones at home, so he mad. He wanted to talk about playing outside then he talked about Royalty. I send him to get Ike so he would stop talking. He comes back pulling Ike by his shirt. I shake my head. That damn mini Tremaine.

"Mommy." He says letting Ike go and running to the table where he sees chips and a juice box. "This for Ike?"

"It's for you Lane. I don't know what Doritos Ike likes."

Ike stands there staring at me. I wave him over. He walks over to me.

"Apple juice?" I ask putting a box down. I stare at him. Looks like he moves his mouth. "Lane likes apple juice with his chips. What kind of Doritos?"

I put the two different types out in front of him. I look at him again. I lean closer to him. He was barely talking. Only thing I could hear was air. I get in his face and stare at him then I act like I'm going to bite him. He giggles then he takes the chips he wanted. I push the juice near him. He shakes his head walking away. He is so cute. I'm not going to pressure you to talk handsome.

"Thank you, Mommy." Lane yells.

"You welcome."

  Amber

I'm just numb to everything right now. I don't knows what to think or feel. In the last two hours I've been doing a lot of thinking. I've been a bit busy as well. Me and Alex made an emergency appointment with a local clinic to confirm if we were really pregnant or not. Alex more so wanted to know how far ago. I look at her after she turns the car off.

"So what did you say they said?"

"I didn't say." She shrugs.

I suck my teeth. "Did you make another appointment at least?"

Alex snatches the keys out of the ignition. "I talk a big game, you know?"

"I mean... I guess we all do sometimes."

"I can't really go and get an abortion. For one I have a reputation and most importantly a heart." She throws her keys in her bag. "I hate that everyone around me gets to live fucking carefree lives. The moment I try to do some dumb shit it all goes the wrong fucking way. I don't want to be in a relationship with someone because of a baby."

I cut my eyes at her. "Who says you have to?"

She pushes her door open aggressively. "Amber shut your perfect situation up. Don't judge me."

"Perfect?"

"I don't know whether Jamaal is around me to benefit or really be there. Does he see me, my status, or my fucking body?"

I sigh. "Girl, you crazy. I'm not answering shit. I shouldn't be talking."

"You shouldn't." She says looking at me. "What did they say to you?"

"5 weeks."

"Out of fucking 40. Gotdamnit."

"Alex." I say opening my door. "Just shut up. You acting like your cousin. What do you want me to say?"

She gets out the car then lean back into it. "I don't want to hear nothing, Amber."

"Oh." I smile then shrug. "So we done talking about you. I need something better than making him mad with a strange text. He is Chris Brown. You know how many people text him with some crazy shit like that a year? He numb to it. He just gonna be watching me to make sure it's not me joking. Asking people."

"He nasty." Alex retorts.

I shake my head at her. "You not helping."

"Thats the difference between me and Cammie. I'm shallow and selfish."

"So is Cammie but she still tries to help. You just want to be that way." I suck my teeth. "Imma just..."

"Where the fuck you been?" Chris says swinging the front door open.

I stop walking. "Were you waiting on me at the door?"

"Thought you were Lane's pizza."

"That not pizza man?" Lane says stick his head out the door. "Oh that Ambe. Way you be at, Ambe?"

I laugh. Okay I'll just act like Chris asked like Lane did. "I'll tell you in a second. Give me a minute, okay? It's a surprise."

Lane jumps at the front door. "Chris there go pizza man."

"What kinda surprise? You don't have nothing in your hands."

"Oh." I say turning around going back to the car.

Alex yells. "Chris what is your fucking problem? Move!"

I glance back. I don't really like her and Chris new found love/hate shit they doing right now. Why you both hate each other so much? I missed that. I open the car door. Lane jumps in my way. Little boy. He climbs into the car really fast looking in the bag. I close it.

"Lane." I say.

"It Chris surprise?" He says worried. "It a toy for Chris?"

I suck my teeth. "Lane why are you so smart. Move."

"I bad, Aunt Am?"

"No." I smile at him. "I said you are smart. Why are you so smart?"

"Cause I is." He says sliding out the car. "I go tell Chris."

I grab him. "Lane, no."

He looks at me. "Chris told me tell him. He no like surprise."

"Lane." I say letting him go. "Fine."

"You mad, Aunt Ambe?"

I close the car door. "No."

"I not tell him."

I smile. He being so cute all the time. He is a lot nicer than he used to be. His behavior is different as well. He still bad but most of the stuff he do is not that bad. It's more of him trying to be independent and making a mess. Chris is standing at the door eating pizza. I make a face at him. Lane stop in front of him.

"It a toy, Uncle Chris." Lane sings.

"This boy just said he not gonna tell."

"I not say it is."

I touch his head and chuckle. "Thank you, Lane."

"We going parasailing."

"Come here." I say stopping and looking at him.

He walks over to me. "What?"

"So this little arguing thing you and Alex doing?"

"She started that shit. I supposed to let her talk shit about me?" Chris spazzes.

I roll my eyes. "Calm down. It ain't even that serious."

"You telling me to be nice to that bitch now? She a fucking bitch. Always..."

"Okay, Chris." I say hating I even said shit. "Let me bite your pizza."

He brings it near my face. Right as I'm biting it he snatches the drone out of my hand. The surprise isn't the drone but I need him to calm down while I figure out exactly what to do with the drone. I act like it's a big deal that he took it from me. He kneels down on the floor and open it.

"Now see Chris if I did that you would fucking be turning the house upside down."

"Stop crying man." He says handing it back.

I snatch the bag and walk away. Chris follows me to our room. Dude why you being so annoying. He starts to say something but Trey walks into the room.

"Yo, you ready?" Trey asks.

"I thought it was just Cammie. You going?"

"I mean not unless you need some private time with Cammie. I can stay here." Trey says.

Chris walks into the bathroom. "Every fucking body bleeding like a bitch today."

"Uncle Chris!" Lane yells walking in the room. "Your baby crying."

"Why she crying Lane?"

Lane points to the door. "Her want her Mommy."

Chris sucks his teeth walking out the room. A few seconds later I could hear him in the hall.

"Yeah, she crying again. Come get her."

"Trey?" I say noticing him still standing there.

He looks in my bag. "This shit is nice. Why he not flying it?"

I sigh. "I just bought it to..."

"To what?"

"I'm trying to surprise him. But I don't know. I got the drone idea from Alex but he will see it before it gets up in the air if I attack the message to the drone. Plus I'm not even good with drones. Tested it in the store."

Trey takes it out the box. "I'll fly it for you. What's the message?"

"I'm not telling you so you can tell him."

"You going through all of this. Why would I ruin it?"

I sigh. "You don't seem too sympathetic right now."

Trey ignores that. "It has a camera."

"Does it?"

"Yeah." He says holding the papers. "Download the app. Record the message with the drone."

I hand him my phone. "Are you agreeing to help?"

"Yeah." He says not taking my phone but putting the drone back.

Chris walks in. "You going parasailing? Amber?"

I sigh. "No."

"Well, will you listen out for Royalty mama? Mama trying to put her to sleep."

"You wait." I snap. I roll my eyes. I don't even know why I said that. "Yeah, I'll do it."

Chris looks at me then he looks at Trey who was on my phone. He makes a face at Trey then he walks out of the room. Trey hands me my phone and start to walk out of the room. I sit down.

"Trey where are you going?"

"Parasailing."

"They can wait."

Trey cuts his eyes at me. "Chris not gonna give you time to make your video before he back in here."

"But if you going and you helping me then how am I supposed to do it?"

"Damn, you sound desperate." Trey says. "I'll send you someone then."

I don't say nothing to him. You give me this super great idea then you abandon me before it even gets started? I'm just going to tell him when he gets back from being out on the boat. Rollie walks into the room.

"Ambe?" Lane says from behind him. "Mommy go on boat. It danger. You go on boat?"

"No." I say.

Lane stands there like Rollie. After a few seconds Rollie sighs. "What?"

"What, Auntie?" Lane snaps.

"What did Trey tell you?"

Rollie shrugs. "That you wanted to show me something."

"I needed help with this stupid drone. But don't worry about it. I’m doing something else."

"Oh, that’s simple."

"Don't worry about it Rollie" I say walking out of the room.

[lady-olive-oil]

Chapter 2

Prelude || Characters || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

{Note: Hello everyone! I am here to bring you chapter 2 of Brown Sugah Baby. Once again like; give feedback and reblog to your heart content. Thank you all for the positive feedback, it is greatly appreciated. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!}

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Word Count: 2,072

Warnings: None...yet

As the first 2 months of their junior year flew by; Nefe and Nattie, had to prepare themselves for a frightening event: Midterms. Midterms were every college kids worst nightmare. Especially before homecoming, yet something made them bearable: Parents Day. Parents Day was a huge event at Southern University, for the students. You can spend the whole day with your parents and show em around campus, or just chill with them for a few hours. Which meant the girls would travel back home to Miami, Florida, along with M’Baku.

“Hey Nattie! You got the dessert for the cookout right? Moms wants pecan and apple.” Walking around the store, Nefe had to make sure she got everything on the list her mom gave her.

“Yep. Both pies. Do we need ice cream too?” Nattie asked while going down the dessert aisle.” She was more than just Nefe’s best friend. She was her sister.

Nattie was officially adopted into Nefe’s family when her parents died, when she was 12. They’ve been best friends ever since. A bond that couldn’t be broken, that was strong than super glue. Growing up in Miami, Hialeah go be exact, wasn’t easy by any means. Natasha’s parents were murdered in a hit and run, while she was at school. The news put her in shock and she didn’t know what to do. So by being so close to Nefe’s family, they took her in with open arms. So parents days meant everything and more to Nattie than ever.

Once the kids were of age, Julian and Regina decided to move the family to Tallahassee for a better life and job opportunities. Nattie’s parents had set aside a growing college fund for her, so Nefe’s parents matched it. There was no way, Regina was going to let her best friends’ only child not live a better life.

“I think dad got it. We just need the ribs; hot dogs and buns. Both burgers and hot dog buns.”

Grabbing what they needed, heading towards the checkout lane, they were stopped when Melanie spotted them.

“Well lookie, lookie. It’s the trash community.” The triumphant smirk on her face shone, with the help of her two side hoes by her sides; Jordana and Stacy. Of all places to go run into them at a time like this. Yeah they grew up together and went to SU. Which meant they too went home.

“I see there’s a mirror there, Melanie. You seein your reflection while talkin out the side of your mouth?” Nattie couldn’t help but chuckle at her best friends comeback.

“Very funny. Listen, when you see M’Baku tell him to come by my dorm tonight. Comprende?”

“Or is that too much for you to understand?” Jordana enunciated each word, trying to be funny.

Nattie and Nefe looked at each other and let out a gut wrenching laugh.

“Comprende? Oh you think you funny huh? I can speak about, 4 different languages, and bitch is one of em. Don’t try me.” Nefe sucked her teeth in annoyance.

Eyeing them all up and down, Nattie scoffed and spoke up.

“Why do you even torture yourself, Melanie? No guy really sees anything with you. Oh yeah, and M’Baku wants nothing to do with you either.” Both of them moved past her, to finish their shopping.

“Then why can’t he stay away? He still loves all of  this,” Gesturing towards herself before walking away, Melanie waved goodbye. “and not a peanut shaped hoe like you.”

“Then why are his parents at our house for a Parents Day barbecue? Know your place.” Nefe waved back in a mocking tone, watching her storm off.

“Of all the Walmart’s in town, you’d think she’d have the common sense.” Nattie, scoffed heading to the car.

“Common sense isn’t common for her.” Even Nefe knew herself, that she couldn’t get M’Baku to leave Melanie alone. Sure enough it bothered her more than before.

The rest of the day was filled with laughs, love, music and food. Bonding with family was all Nefe and Nattie needed. M’Baku enjoyed the stories he heard of Nefe when she was little. His parents were there as well to embark on the festivities. The stories they shared of him when he was little, were even cuter. Nattie shared some memories of her own, mainly what it was like to have Nefe as a sister growing up.

Omari and Zola, M’Baku’s parents, are work colleagues of Julian in the medical field. They handle business over in their home country of Wakanda, but have a few businesses in the states. They formed a bond with Julian and Regina when, Omari first came to work for the local hospital. The bond stuck for the last few years.

“Regina, darling whatever you put in this gumbo it is good. Girl, you have to give me the recipe.” Zola was enamored by the dish.

“I shall. If you give me the recipe to this chicken dish from Wakanda. I need to go visit some time.” The chuckle that left the women’s lips, put a smile on both their husbands faces.

“All the food is amazing. Thank you for inviting us over, Mrs. Johnson.” M’Baku said politely, glancing over at Nefe a bit before diving into the peach cobbler that she made.

“Oh dear, you can call me Regina. We’re all family here.”

The atmosphere was warm and inviting. Just what was needed to ease the stress levels.

“Alright. Mrs. Regina.” A smile etched on his face remained there till he turned to his best friend.

“Nefe, this cobbler is bomb.” M’Baku muses in happiness and smiles at her, causing her to feel her face heat up.

Daniel, Nefe and Nattie’s older brother, glanced over at M’Baku like the over protective brother he is. Knowing damn well, he’s twice his size but won’t back down from protecting his siblings.

What was he looking at exactly? The sun dress Nefe wore clung to her like a second skin. The elegant golden yellow two piece dress, made her milk chocolate skin glow. She looked ravishing, he couldn’t look away. He did however, think about how she’d look in Jabari furs that would accentuate her curves.

“Thanks, it’s my grandmama's recipe. All the women in the family have it.”

Nattie knew exactly what was going on between them. She saw Daniel get defensive, which prompted her to kick his knee under the table.

“Ow!” He mumbled while rubbing his knee and glared at her, earning a smirk from the braided goddess.

“Well she passed it down to the right person.” Sending a subtle wink her direction, M’Baku joined her in the kitchen to help clean up. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his advances.

“Listen, imma need these two to stop flirting around us.”

“Daniel. Come on now, they’re best friends. That are blinded by said friendship, to see that they need each other more than ever.”

Diana spoke up and caused everyone at the table, to laugh. She wasn’t lying though. The chemistry was insane between the two. Upon coming back from the kitchen, Nefe eyes everyone suspiciously.

“What’s going on? Talking about us behind our back?”

“Maybe. What’s it to ya?”

Stephanie stuck her tongue out and felt Nefe ruffle her hair.

“You two flirting aimlessly. It’s cute really, because M’Baku hasn’t brought a woman home in years.” Omari, his father, spoke highly of his only son often when he and Julian get together.

“We weren’t flirting Steph. We were just talking is all.”

Nefe shrugged then looked at M’Baku, who nodded in agreement.

“Besides. She has Sean and I am kinda with Melanie.”

The tone is his voice when he said Sean’s name, struck something in both Nattie and Nefe. Yet the rest of the family just laughed. He went on with a smile and just didn’t say anything.

The rest of the night continued on without a hitch. But that little moment stayed in the back of Nefe’s head.

“I hope he’s ok. He seemed on edge a bit.” She pondered outloud as she applied her nightly face mask. Alongside her was Nattie.

“Me too. I just wish he’d talk to us more on his relationship with Melanie. He knows he’s too good for her.”

“That’s not what i'm talking about Nat. I’m referring to how he said Sean’s name. You saw his face didn't you? It looked like he wanted to kill him.”

“Uh, well I’m sure it’s nothing.” Nattie a voice went up a few octaves. Nefe knew exactly what that meant.

“Natasha Reign James, if you don’t tell me right now-“

“Ok! Ok! He overheard Sean at football practice, talking about getting with you during the summer. So he talked to me about it, I’m sorry!”

Nefe’s blood ran cold, with the news she recieved. Her breathing was cut short a tad, but she regained herself.

“Why hasn’t he killed him yet?” She wanted to know why.

“He’s waiting for you to talk to him about it. Not my place. You have to tell him Nefe, now that you know how he feels about him.”

She didn’t want to lose her best friend over some dude that he didn’t like. She had to tell him, but then again she had a thought.

“If he won’t tell me why he’s still fucking around with Melanie, then I’m not telling him why I’m messing with Sean.”

“You two are childish. Childish grown ass adults. I knew I should’ve went with T’Challa to see his mother and Shuri.” Nattie grabbed her stuff and headed to bed along with Nefe, to ease her pain. They did have to leave in the morning anyway to go go back to campus.

Later that night, M’Baku headed home with his parents and the drive to their townhouse was anything but ordinary.

”M’Baku, my darling son. You know how we feel about that Melanie girl.” Zola his mother, ever the elegant woman, spoke gently as they sights of the city sped past them.

“She’s not good enough for you and it shows in her actions. You and Nefertiti should have a go at it. She’s poised; elegant, carries herself well. All the great qualities of a future Jabari Queen.”

His father never spoke about any of the girls he brought home like he did about Nefe. It didn’t shock him that he mentioned Nefe. They always talked about her, they loved her dearly. Even her family as well.

“I know baba. I know. It’s just I’m having fun at my age and I’d rather not think about my responsibilities as future king of the Jabari right now. I’m trying to get away from Melanie to focus on myself, but the day I heard about Sean enraged me.” If anything, Nefe felt more than a friend to him. Yet he never told her that. Probably won’t now that Sean is in the picture.

He wasn’t called Great Gorilla for nothing amounts the his frat brothers. His chest heaved up and down in anger; his nostrils flared with aggravation and a flight growl burrowed within his throat. That all stopped once his mother spoke once more.

“Is he competition to you, my child?” The  tone in Zola’s voice meant that she was in queen mode.

Upon heading inside the home, M’Baku decided to stay the night and think about what his next plan was.

“To be honest, no. He competition in the slightest.” The arrogant look on his face made his parents proud. They raised a warrior to take on his challenges.  

“Then you know what you just do, my son. You haven’t told her yet right?”

“No baba, I have not. I think I’ll wait to the right moment to do so.”

“Good. This American needs to be taught about the element of surprise then.” Omari nodded and headed to bed with his wife to let their son think his plans over.

“And a surprise it shall be.” M’Baku mumbled to himself as he rested in the guest room, sighing deeply into his thoughts as he drifted to sleep.

He had a strategy to make. He is the prince of Jabari Land after all, and needed a queen upon his coronation within 2 years. Maybe his parents were right, it was time he needed to think about his future and what was best fit his coming country. He just has to get rid of some dead weight to do so.