A/N: so, the last chapter. Sorry it's taken so long, I've just been worried that I won't word it correctly or like not incorporate all my ideas or anything like that/of that manner. So I wanted the chance to be able to actually sit down and think this through (and start and finish this chapter), aka today.
So, sadly, this is the last of this story.
P.S. my two twoshots will be out tomorrow. Sorry, but my room was under construction (aka me tearing it apart to clean it and tryna put it back together) and still is, so I haven't had a lot of time to work on the twoshots. I have about ¾ of the first chapter of the first one (they're a pair of/connected twoshots) but that's it. So, I got some work to do. But without any further ado, I present to you: the last chapter/epilogue of The Things That Have Been Thrown.
Also, shoutout to P!nk's The Truth About Love, especially Slut Like You, because it got me hella hype (I don't really listen to artists like P!nk a lot so when I do it's like… wooo)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE BOONDOCKS
Jazmine's POV:
"Where are we going, Dad?" Valerie asks Huey.
"We're going to a hotel a little whiles away from here," he responds swiftly.
"Is it near your work place 45 minutes away from Hiro's?" she asks, and Huey shakes his head with amazement.
"How did you even—"
"I don't know. I just followed my instincts and guessed… isn't that what you always told me to do?"
"Damn, Huey," Riley starts. "She got one over you."
"You got that right," Huey jokes, reaching a hand, off the steering wheel, in the backseat to tickle Valerie playfully. For that moment, I saw how much Huey's changed over the years. Wow… he's now able to fully show affection for one in front of his family and friends… I knew I fell for a good one.
I smile at the thought.
"Aye, Jaz? What you smiling at?" Riley asks me.
"The future," I reply, still smiling.
"I bet she imagining Huey deep inside her and shit," he whispers to Caesar, and I hit him.
"There are children in the car!" I yell at him.
"Damn, Jaz. You ain't gotta hit me like that. I mean, we curse around Val all the time."
"Not that, stupid!"
"Oh, you mean the sex? Man—if she don't learn 'bout that soon, how she gon' have children, huh?"
"Riley…"
"Be careful with her now," Caesar tells Riley. "She's a momma now, in addition to being a grown, independent Black woman in the USA," Ceez further jokes. I hoped he was going to be okay. I know we never officially broke up, but to be honest, it was as if we were never really dating in the first place. I hope he finds a good person to live out his life with, in love at last.
But who would've known that (part of) Caesar's statement would've been biologically true in a matter of days?
37 Days Later
This was it…
…it was time to check my pregnancy test, to see if I was positive or not.
"Huey, I'm too scared… will you check it for me?" I call out.
"God, Jazmine. You know you don't have to act so immatu—holy shit. I'm gonna have another kid. HOLY SHIT! Call Caesar and Riley!" Huey begins to scream.
"And you wanted to call me immature, huh?" I fire back at him. Valerie comes in the room, and asks what's happening. "You're gonna have a younger brother or sister!" I scream out, finally letting my energy out; completely loosing the calmness I once held to diss Huey.
"Grab me the phone, please," Huey commands Valerie, and she does so. He leaves the room and continues to scream, leaving Valerie and I to talk alone.
"You're still gonna be my mom, right?" she asks, her eyes filled with tears and worry.
"Of course, Val. You're my little girl and nothing about that can change."
"Not even if you have another little girl?" She asks, losing some of the expressions in her eyes.
"You'll always be the first," I assure her and tap her nose in a playful manner.
"Can you tell me another story from your childhood, Mommy?" She asks me, acting a bit more innocent versus her everyday 7-year-old demeanor.
"Sure, but is it okay if this one is a little more, real, per say?" I ask her, and she nods her head. "When I was a few years older than you, probably 11, I'd say, I was getting bullied. I was getting bullied because I, too, had a mother like Cindy—blonde hair, blue eyes, with a slut disguise. People would always tell me that my mom was sleeping around with other men in the town, and I never wanted to believe them. But one day I just had to adjust my lense on life, and see that they weren't lying. When I asked my mom about it, she sent me out the house, and told me to stay out of the house unless I could stay out of her business. Soon enough, my dad came looking for me—I was at Daddy's house, of course—and he brought me back in. And when I told him about what I knew, he, too, looked into it, and filed a divorce. And a few months after that divorce was filed, I was sent to live with my mom, in another place, because it was a different time back then. They didn't care whether or not my mom was a prostitute and a drug addict, and my father was the better parent. They only cared that my mom still had a psychical mother figure, and that's why they sent me to go live with her. The exact opposite reason is why they sent you to go live with me and your Daddy."
"I'm glad times have changed since then," she tells me. "I don't know what I would've done without a motherly figure like you."
"Me too," I agree, sniffling a bit. "Me too."
10 Months Later
A few (aka a few hundred) phone calls and trips to the hospital later, and we have a baby, and my dad moved up near us to be closer to us, with his wife of 15 years and counting, Rochelle, who, is obviously Black… finally.
There were also really nice neighbors, like Francine and Carlo, an interracial couple who had a daughter named Maxine, who quickly became Val's best friend. As for Val's new sibling, my and Huey's one-month old son, Thabo was doing fine. Huey, of course, picked the name. It means 'joy' in Twansa, which is truly what he is… a little bundle of joy.
When I first heard I was moving, only 12 then, I became depressed. My fairytale world was cut short to face the harsh reality, something Huey, my best friend at the time, had told me about. And in terms of Huey, I fell in love with him, my best friend. And morning I woke up, afraid, that I was going to lose the only person that mattered.
So, maybe I never thought fairytales were true… but something still gives me hope that they are, because with Huey Freeman, who knows what I can do?
A/N: OMGIZZLE IT'S THE END. Sorry for not updating in a whole month, once again. And shoutouts are below. They're gonna be hella quick cuz I gotta finish some crap but MUCH LOVE TO EVERYONE who ever reviewed, viewed, visited, heard of, etc. this fanfic.
MaiXii and cutechibilolita: thanks for reviewing the whole way. Lmao y'all always had me cracking up, and I absolutely loved every review. And yah at first Ima be honest I was gonna make Cindy cheat on Huey with Caesar. But I changed it last minute, so that's just the way it is.
Every single guestor anon that spent their time leaving a review: Much love! And dammit, make an account. I encourage all y'all to spend time making one, and time writing fanfics… lol unless your life is already hella overwhelming or whatever. Even if you just review stuff, it's good to have a bit of an identity on here.
Nastra1991: lol yah Riley trips a lot. But nah for this one it was Cindy who was crazier than the killer kung fu wolf bitch and tied him up. And thanks for every other review, and of course spending time to even review.
SammiSweatheart: well I hope I answered your question in this but just in case she was in a state of shock and Caesar was the one to experience that state of shock with her. He needed no explaining, no affection, no nothing. He knew why she was like that, and she liked that he knew that.
natasha annalise: hey girl hey. And yes of course. Juey for life, despite the Valentine's Day oneshot I wrote and published today.
Once again, THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME, and much love to y'all on what cutechibilolita and I have been calling Single People Awareness Day (or Valentine's Day for y'all nasties).