Author's Note- Hey, everyone. I hope everyone had a good holiday. Thank you to those that reviewed last chapter. :) I really appreciate it. Uh...here's Jazmine and Huey getting some motherly advice. They need it, don't you think?

Oh yeah, I might be coming out with a Huey/Jazmine oneshot soon. This idea is really good (I think) and it's been buggin the hell out of me for a few weeks. I haven't written it yet, but keep an eye out for it.

Disclaimer- I do not own "The Boondocks"

"Hey, Mom," Jazmine greeted Sarah as she walked into the small laundry room near the kitchen where she was doing laundry, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

The older woman smiled at her daughter as she closed the lid of the washing machine. "Hey, honey. What's going on?"

Jazmine shrugged, the sleeve of her gray shirt sliding down her shoulder a bit as she did so. "Nothing. I just wanted to come and hang out with you for a bit before work."

Sarah then handed Jazmine a purple basket overflowing with clean colored clothes. "Great. You can help me fold then."

Jazmine rolled her emerald green eyes but took the basket without a word. It seemed like every time Jazmine stopped by for a visit, her parents were trying to put her to work. But Jazmine didn't complain; they probably missed having her in the house to do most of the chores.

"Where's dad?", Jazmine asked, walking into the tastefully decorated living room and dumping the basket over onto the dark brown sofa. Jazmine picked through the warm pile of clothing and, with her pointer finger and thumb, tossed any boxers or panties that she came across onto the loveseat. Jazmine would fold the clothes but she refused to touch her parents' undergarments. It just wasn't going to happen.

"He's at the office. Like always." Jazmine could hear the resignation in her mother's voice. Sarah was always trying to get Tom to work a little less and spend more time with her, maybe take some time off and they could go on a vacation, somewhere warm and sunny without that damn blackberry of his. But Tom never listened. Jazmine looked down at the sweatshirt she had just got done folding. She wondered if men would ever learn to listen to their women.

"So how are the wedding plans going?" Jazmine inwardly slumped. Wedding plans were the last thing she wanted to talk about. Jazmine hadn't gotten too involved with the planning of her and Caesar's wedding. At least, not emotionally. It was hard to get excited about getting married to him when things felt so...wrong and her feelings were so unclear. Jazmine thought back to her last conversation with Huey two days earlier. It had been a friendly one, filled with teasing and laughter, with just one moment of awkwardness that was quickly gotten over, but Jazmine couldn't ignore the fact that when she heard Huey's voice it sent the metaphorical butterflies into a frenzy and turned her heart into a congo drum and made her feel the tiniest bit lightheaded. Jazmine also couldn't ignore the fact that Caesar had never had that effect on her.

But, of course, Jazmine wouldn't tell her mother that.

"They're going well, I suppose. There isn't much else to do."

"But what about a dress? You still need one. You can have your grandmother's dress. It's upstairs.", Sarah said, her blue eyes filling with hope. Jazmine had only seen the dress in her mother and father's wedding pictures. It was a white, strapless dress with beading on the bodice and a five foot train. It was a simple but beautiful and elegant dress that any bride would want to wear on their way down the aisle.

But Jazmine still shrugged in an uncommitted way. "Maybe," she said, adding a light green towel to the pile of already folded clothes. "We'll see."

Sarah smiled as the two of them fell into a comfortable silence. Jazmine folded two shirts, a pair of jeans, and another sweatshirt before she broke it.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"How did you know that you wanted marry dad?"

Sarah paused, tilting her head to the left, wondering why Jazmine would ask such a thing. And then she remembered how she herself was before getting married- a nervous wreck. Her baby was nervous and second guessing herself. Smiling knowingly, she replied, "Well, it took me a while to figure it out. My roommate had the wonderful idea of setting us up and, at first, I was totally against it."

By this time Jazmine had pushed the clothing away from her lap and was listening intently with interest. "Why?"

"I was more interested in the kind of boys that had tattoos, and big muscles and wore leather jackets. And that is not your father."

Jazmine smiled along with her mother. "What changed?"

Sarah rolled her eyes while smiling fondly. The clothes that hadn't been folded sat in the basket at her feet forgotten. "Your father was very persistent. He wouldn't stop badgering me about a date until I said yes. So I did. And I was so prepared to have a bad time, but we ended up having a great night."

"And then you guys started dating?"

"Yeah." Jazmine noticed Sarah glance down at her ring, still smiling. Jazmine glanced down at her too large, too glamorous diamond ring. It suddenly felt like it was cutting off her finger's circulation. She stuck her left hand under her thigh to quell the urge to take it off. "We were together for almost a year when Tom asked me if I had ever thought of having kids. I hadn't before he asked but it was then that I realized I wanted to have his babies and it was him that I wanted to wake up next to every morning. And I was okay with that."

Jazmine nodded, but didn't say anything. She'd had that same realization once. And she hadn't been with Caesar when it happened. Jazmine gave her mother the fake smile she'd been handing out to a lot of people lately; it was quickly becoming an accessory she never went without.

"That's really nice, Mom." Jazmine picked up another towel and began to fold it. She only did it so that she could focus on something other than the frown that had suddenly popped up onto Sarah's face at the sight of that fake smile.

Sarah looked at Jazmine as she avoided her gaze, eyes stuck on the towel in her lap. Sarah rose from her seat and moved over next to Jazmine. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Jazmine shook her head. "It's nothing." She didn't have to look at her mother's face to know that she didn't believe a word of it.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." It wasn't until Sarah placed her left hand over Jazmine's right one that she looked into her mother's eyes. It made Jazmine remember the time when she had asked Sarah why her eyes were green when her's were blue and her father's were brown. It wasn't until Sarah explained to Jazmine about recessive and dominant traits that Jazmine stopped wishing for her eyes to turn blue overnight. "What's wrong? Is it the wedding? Are you nervous? Stressed?"

The concern on her mother's face almost made Jazmine tell her everything: the stuff with Caesar, the stuff with Huey, how she was dreading the wedding with each passing day. It almost did.

"Yeah, I am a little nervous, I guess."

Sarah smiled knowingly. "Oh, baby, it's okay. That's perfectly normal. Don't worry so much, sweetie."

Jazmine gave her mother a slightly more genuine smile and squeezed her hand even though she really felt like ripping out her hair and screaming. "I'll try not to."

"Hey, Aunt Cookie."

The older woman turned away from the sink with a plate in her hand and smiled when she saw Huey standing in the kitchen doorway, pulling down the hood of his maroon hoodie holding a brown paper bag in one hand and Aunt Cookie's mail in the other. She quickly shut off the faucet and dropped the half clean plate back into the lukewarm dishwater. She quickly wiped her wet hands dry using the old pink apron tied around her waist and walked over to Huey.

"Hey, baby!" Aunt Cookie reached up and planted a kiss on Huey's cheek. She made sure to wipe away the red lipstick she left before he had a chance to complain about it. Glancing down at Huey's hands she asked, "What's this?"

Huey handed her Aunt Cookie the brown paper bag and placed the mail on the kitchen counter. "It's your blood pressure medication." Huey gave his aunt a chastising look. "That you have to take. Every day."

But Aunt Cookie waved off her nephew, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Oh, chile, hush. Ain't nothin' wrong with my blood pressure. That doctor Harrington don't know what he talkin' about."

Huey shook his head. His aunt was just like his grandfather when it came to their health; they liked to deny that anything was wrong until something serious happened. Grandad didn't get serious about his own health until he ended up in the hospital because of a heart attack. Huey wasn't going to let it happen to his aunt, not if he could help it. "Right. Just make sure you take it. Please."

"Alright, alright, alright," Aunt Cookie said exasperatedly. Quickly changing the subject she asked, "Where's that nappy headed brother of yours? You know he told me he would go to church with me last month."

Huey shrugged. It had been a few days since he last saw Riley; who knew what he was up to. "I don't know Aunt Cookie. But look, if you really want me to, I'll go." Huey raised a finger. "Just once, though."

Aunt Cookie smiled triumphantly. Huey would take her to church when the weather or the buses weren't being cooperative but, try as she might, she could never convince him to sit through a service with her. He just didn't do churches and religion. The last time he entered a church had been for his grandfather's funeral and the time before that it had been for his mother's funeral. "Good. You should come with me. You might find you a lil' girlfriend."

"Auntie...", Huey rolled his eyes skyward, groaning as he did so. Aunt Cookie was forever trying to hook him up with someone, the pastor's daughter at her church, the pretty cashier at the supermarket, her bingo buddies' granddaughters. It was getting old.

But Aunt Cookie just ignored him. The way she saw it, Huey needed a girlfriend. Someone to make him smile, since he couldn't seem to do it on his own. Plus, she wanted some great nieces and nephews. "What happened to that lil' thing you brought to the cookout that one summer? The one we had just before yo' grandaddy died? Wasaname...uh, Janine, Janet. Huey, you know! The one with that strange hair coloring?"

Huey sighed, shaking his head. Why was Aunt Cookie bringing her up? "You mean Jazmine?''

Aunt Cookie snapped her fingers as if she'd come up with the answer herself. "Yeah, Jazmine. Now that girl, mmh. I liked that girl Huey. She was so nice and polite. And pretty too! Oh, that girl was gorgeous. Nothing like the girls yo' triflin', shiftless brother brings around. Whatever happened to her Huey?"

Right. Huey hadn't told his aunt that he and Jazmine broke up. And that was mainly because he didn't want to see the look on her face telling him that he'd messed up a good thing. "We broke up, Aunt Cookie. A while ago."

Aunt Cookie winced sympathetically. Huey and that Jazmine girl looked so good together. "Aw, baby, why?"

"I messed up, Aunt Cookie."

"You? Mess up? That don't even sound like you."

Huey shrugged. It wasn't him but he let a little bit of alcohol and a handsy girl change that. Huey traced a finger around the border of the blue place mat in front of him. "I know. She's getting married soon."

Aunt Cookie raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Married? To who?"

"Remember Caesar?" Huey said the familiar name of his former best friend as though it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Aunt Cookie looked thoughtful as she tried to place a face to the name. "That mop-headed boy you useta bring around here with the whatchamacallits? Dreads?"

"Yeah. Him." Huey still couldn't figure out how the hell that had happened. There had been times where Huey wondered if Caesar had had feelings for Jazmine while they were together or if it was something that had just happened. Considering how quickly Caesar took advantage of Huey and Jazmine's not being together, Huey thought it was the former.

"So...what you gon' do about it?"

Huey looked up and into his Aunt Cookie's brown eyes. "What do you mean?"

Aunt Cookie rolled her eyes. Her nephew was smart but there were times where he could be a little dense. He was a male after all. "Well any fool can see that you still in love with the girl."

Huey's eyebrow quirked sarcastically. Huey hadn't been in denial about the fact that he was in love with Jazmine. He'd known that, and accepted it, a while ago. What he didn't know is that he'd been so damn obvious about it. Which probably wasn't even the case; Aunt Cookie couldn't be fooled. She knew Huey. Whereas he was an unfinished puzzle with the pieces missing to others, Aunt Cookie already had him put together. It kind of irked him, the fact that his aunt just knew. "Oh, really?"

Aunt Cookie nodded the affirmative. "Yeah. I can just look into yo' eyes and see it."

Huey didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

"So, like I said, what you gon' do?"

Huey sat back in the wooden chair Aunt Cookie had since he was a kid. For the first time in a long time, Huey was at a loss. He had no clue what his next move should be, because this whole thing wasn't just about him. It was about him and Jazmine and, to a certain extent, Caesar. Yeah, they did reconnect recently, and Huey did, drunkenly, admit that he still loved her, but Jazmine gave him no signs of even entertaining the thought of dropping the zero and getting with the hero. Who knew if Jazmine felt the same way for him- she did accept Caesar's wedding proposal. She was ready to spend the rest of her life with that nigga, for better or worse, in sickness and in health. That had to mean something. "I don't know Aunt Cookie."

Aunt Cookie slowly stood from her chair and walked over to the refrigerator, opening it. She reached for a can of beer before she spoke again. "Well, baby, you better figure it out. Quick, fast and in a hurry." She pulled back the tab and took a small sip. She then pointed her french manicured index finger at Huey, a warning in her voice. "And don't you wait 'til that girl is in her white dress at the alter and the reverend is axin' who objects. If you love that girl like I know you do, you'll tell her before then. Take advantage of the time ya got now, honey. You'll regret it if ya don't."

I hope you enjoyed it. Cindy/Riley and some Caesar next chapter. Maybe. Drop me a review please. :) Peace.