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| Tatum Momo'a | Aug 16 2017, 09:17 PM Post #1 |
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Balling on bitches like Curry and we don't ever miss 'em Bust 'em down, fuck 'em good, never kiss 'em Tell your baby daddy I said, "Fuck his feelings!" “Ughh, stoppp,” Tatum Momo’a groaned as she flopped over onto her stomach and tugged the pillow over the mess of dark hair that she’d tied up in a messy bun before she’d fallen asleep the night before. Sleep had mussed her hair and now it hung in tangles that she’d have to spend forever brushing out. “Mamaaaaa,” it was a long, drawn out and impatient wail. Tatum huffed as a knee dug into her spine; there was absolutely no way she was going to get back to sleep. The squirmy almost-four year old currently rearranging her spine wasn’t going to let her do that. Tatum rolled over, catching the little girl as she was displaced and bringing her down to tickle her ribs. “What, monster? You couldn’t sleep so no one else can, huh?” The words are affectionate as she kisses the giggling girl’s forehead. Her daughter wasn’t planned by any stretch of the imagination. When she’d watched the double lines appear on the pregnancy test four years ago, she’d set in the bathroom at the gas station and sobbed. Soul shaking sobs because she knew that the life she’d known, the life she’d planned… was gone. She’d had to drop out of the classes that she’d been taking at the wrestling gym the next town over and recalibrate everything. Restructure her whole life. Looking down into her daughter’s hazel eyes, though, she had to concede that it’d been worth it. She hadn’t realized it during that agonizing half hour she’d spent in the bathroom of the Quik Stop that one day she’d watch her whole heart walk around outside of her body. The little girl was everything, absolutely everything to her. And they’d made it work, mostly. She’d accepted her brother’s help and Rev had moved out of the two bedroom apartment that he’d lived in above the store slash diner slash gas station slash occasional tourist spot that they’d inherited from their father. He’d passed away when Tatum was 12 and her brothers were 14, 16 and 18. Tatum moved through the small kitchen efficiently, quickly pouring a bowl of the healthiest cereal that she could convince the kid to eat, filled it to the brim with cashew milk and put it in front of her, ruffling her hair. “Eat your breakfast, monster. I’m gonna run down to the store and see if Uncle Rev needs anything.” She climbed the rickety wooden stairs that lead down to the store situated below them, wincing as her bare feet hit the blacktop. The inside of the store was cool and shadowed as she pulled up a stool at the lunch counter and grinned up at her tall, dark haired brother. “Hey, came down to see if you needed any help in here today?” Rev shook his head as he rifled around under the counter, “Not today, kiddo. But look, I was hoping you’d come down here.” He pulled out a fat, wrinkled white envelope and slid it in front of her. It took a quick peek to realize that it was full of twenties. “Rev,” she said, shaking her head and pushing it back towards her brother. All three of them must have given up wages for a week in order to fill that envelope. “No,” he said, firmly, pushing it decisively back in front of her. “We want you to go to Athens and meet with this Sands guy. If he can give you a chance… you need to take it. This is your dream.” Tatum frowned down at the envelope. It had been weighing heavily on her mind when Brett had invited her to Athens to talk about a possible contract. It meant coming up with money for a plane ticket and hotel that she didn’t have. Didn’t have any idea how to get it, either. But Rev had thought of that. He thought of everything. He’d been 18 when their father had passed and it had been Rev who had stepped up and fought tooth and nail for custody of the rest of them. No Momo’a would be raised but anyone outside of the family. They were protective and tight knit, like most of their community. “I just wanna…” Rev sighed and scrubbed a palm down his face before he pulled a stool up across from her, “I just wanna make sure that you’re sure. You won’t be able to avoid bumping into him eventually.” Tatum scowled, shrugging her shoulders. “I doubt he’d even remember me. It’s been almost four years and there have probably been four hundred women in his bed since then. We were barely together for five months… to him that’s a blip on the radar.” “I know, but you remember him. I don’t have a single fuck to give about how he feels but you… you’re always my worry. You and Ina.” And she’d given Rev a lot to worry about over the years. Having Ina so young had soothed and settled something wild in her that had gotten her in more than one shitty situation over the years. Shitty situations like the one that had found her pregnant and alone on the mainland. “I’m fine with it. I wasn’t in love with him, not at any point. I don’t know if I knew what love even was until I had the monster. I don’t necessarily want to be his best friend but if I run into him in a hallway I run into him.” She bit her lip, “I can’t give up my dream just because of him.” Rev leaned over and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling sadly. Not for the first time, she wondered what dreams her brother had given up to become the father that she and the boys had needed. But before she could ask, he said something that knocked the air out of her chest with an audible huff. “Ina asked me the other day if I could tell her who her daddy is.” “She… what?” Tatum was floundering. Subconsciously, she’d known that at some point Ina would start asking questions that Tatum would have to figure out how to answer. But she’d foolishly hoped that those questions would be years from now. “I told her that I didn’t know him, which isn’t a lie,” Rev said, tugging a little at the jaw length dark hair that brushed against his five o’clock shadow. He was a big proponent of honesty, even when it was honesty to a nearly-four year old. “But don’t you think she deserves to know who he is? There’s a whole side of her story that she’ll always be wondering about….” He wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t know. Hadn’t already spent sleepless nights up thinking about. Tatum sighed and buried her face in her hands. “It’s not that I don’t think that she deserves to know him it’s that I don’t think he deserves to know her. He’s wild and that’s the way he lives his life. That hasn’t changed much in the last four years from what I’ve heard. I know because I was more than willing to wild out with him. But I had to deal with the consequences of that and he didn’t. He’d only hurt her, break her heart....” Before Rev could counter her the way that she knew he would, the cash register chimed, letting him know that somebody was out at the gas pump and he needed to turn it on. Rev unfolded himself from the stool but he cast her one last look, “Go book your flight, Tate. But think about it… it’s only gonna get harder the older she gets if she’s already curious about him…” Which was exactly what she was dreading. |
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