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East Chicago Love Letter

12 DAYS PRIOR

“What time did you say she was flying in?” Myles questions as he continued to clip the ends of the floral arrangement. Dutch Hydrangeas and the Peony flower are Kary’s favorite. So as a small token of his love Enzo put together multiple bouquets for his wife. 

“Uh..should be around 8:30 maybe even nine o’clock. You think these look alright?” Enzo put the first bundle of flowers into an expensive, stained glass vase. He stepped back to get a better look at what he had put together. 

Myles finished off his bundle doing the same as his friend. Together in silence they admired the beautiful flowers that smell like a hint of lavender. Another one of Kary’s favorite things in life. 

“This is the nicest thing I’ve ever seen you do for anybody.” Myles spoke up. He went around to the other side of the kitchen to fish around the refrigerator for a drink. 

“Yeah man I know. I just want this night to go well. I’ve been planning this since her last trip. I know Kary inside and out so I know she’ll love this.” Enzo prides himself in knowing the things his wife loves, hates, and anything in between. “How could she not? I picked every one of these flowers myself, cut ‘em, washed ‘em...the whole nine man.” He chuckled. 

“I don’t doubt you on that at all. Kary is a very lucky woman to have you in her life. I’m always praying for y’all and you know my mama is too.” Myles began to clean up the mess he made in Enzo’s kitchen whilst sipping on his most beloved drink combination. Bourbon and apple juice. 

“Thank you brother, I really appreciate that.” The men returned the kitchen to its original clean state and went about their individual business. 

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Later That Evening...

Glancing at the time of his watch Enzo blew out a sharp breath as he put the finishing touches on his anniversary dinner. After Myles left, Enzo spent the remainder of his alone time prepping his home for his wife’s arrival. Kary has been traveling non-stop for work for the past month, striking deals, meeting with designers, hosting events etc. Mrs. Warren has been a very busy woman. Being that today is the couples five year wedding anniversary Enzo thought he would prepare his wife’s favorite dish. That being chicken marsala in a Sherry cream sauce and brown butter risotto. He bought her three floral arrangements with each bundle having the stems wrapped in one hundred dollar bills. 

In addition to the flowers, Enzo splurged on several designer fragrance bottles, the finest brands of mascara and lipstick tubes in all of Kary’s favorite shades. The receipts from his shopping spree didn’t put the slightest dent in his bank account. When it boils down to love and showing his appreciation for his woman, Enzo will go above and beyond. 

ENZO 

Fastening the second button from the top on my shirt I picked up my brush to run over my hair for the fifth time. I don’t know why I feel so nervous to see my wife. Maybe it’s because she’s been gone for over four weeks and my anticipation has reached its peak. Coming home after a long day's work to go to bed alone put me in a funk for the first two weeks of Kary’s absence. 

Around the week three day two mark, I shook the chip off my shoulder and went back to my old routine. Five a.m., I go on my three mile run. Afterward, I go through my usual morning hit list before going to work. Step out for lunch around two-thirty and head over to the ring for seventy minutes exactly. By four o’clock I’m back to work and home by seven on the dot. And finally after weeks of forcing myself to get out of my own head I get the love of my life back. 

I’m nervous to see her but it’s a good kind of nervous. The sound of the door opening scared the hell out of me. That’s when I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. 

“Enzo, baby, I’m home.” 

My heart began pounding in my chest as I rushed to finish getting dressed. Cleaning up behind myself I sifted through my mental checklist to ensure part two of my plan runs efficiently. 

Taking a deep breath I cut the lights and left the room. I followed the sound of Kary’s ‘oohs’ and ‘oh my gods’ coming to find her in the kitchen. Her curiosity almost got her into trouble but she managed to keep her hands put. 

“I didn’t expect you until later.” I said. Kary glanced over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up at the sight of me. I told Myles this suit was a great idea. 

“I thought I would surprise you by catching an earlier flight. Clearly you had the same idea with surprises. You set all this up for me?” She shrugged off her coat and closed the distance between us. 

I took a moment to check out all of my efforts, happy with the turn out. With flowers, candles, her gifts displayed nicely, and the scent of the meal I prepared I definitely earned some points for this. Eager to minimize our distance I met her halfway drinking in every inch of her that I could with these barriers in between us. By barriers I do mean our clothes. She must’ve gotten a temporary room to clean up and change in because this scent lingering on her body and clothes is new to me. 

“You took..a shower...without me?” I spoke and exhaled in between kisses. Kary gets a good laugh out of me pretending to be upset with some things she does without me around. I’m never truly bothered but it’s fulfilling to make her laugh at silly shit. 

“This was an exception E, I needed some serious TLC after that long flight.” Backing up to cup my face in the palm of her hands Kary searched both of my eyes in silence. The expanding grin on her face inspired my own. 

“Why are you smiling so much?” I asked of her. 

“I could ask you the same thing but I already know it’s because you’re happy to see me. How much did you miss me?” Kary’s hands busied themselves with my clothes as she examined me from head to toe. 

“Oh I can show you better than I can tell you. Ready to eat? I cooked for you and it’s ready. As am I.” I joked. She and I laughed in richness and ventured to our kitchen together. 

She went back to admiring the layout of our house with me not able to keep my hands off of her. It took me all of five minutes to realize that her skirt is brand new. It’s one of those skirts that come to the knees with buttons going down the center seam. The only difference from this particular style of skirts and others is that this one is fitting. Kary will throw on a dress any time of year but a skirt, she rarely will purchase. 

“I like this new outfit. When did you get this?” Getting a feel for the fabric I expressed the pleasure it brought to me beneath my fingers. 

“I was feeling adventurous and this little number happened to be marked down seventy percent off. I had a feeling you’d like it.” Kary stepped ahead and hustled around the kitchen not waiting for me. My all time favorite thing to watch is Kary fending for herself when she’s hungry. Whenever her craving for food is magnified she gets this look in her eye. In the beginning of our relationship I would place a story behind every little thing that attracted me to her. 

Now I just identify the attraction as attraction. I find it appealing and arousing when she showcases her need for the basics in life. Her will to eat is at the top of that list. 

“Mm..mama’s hungry.” Chucking at her maneuvering swiftly to fix two plates I caught her eye. 

She flipped me the bird and motioned for me to come closer and help her out. “Mama is hungry for many many things. Was Myles here? I’m getting the sense that he was. That lingering trace of Polo is hitting me in the face.” 

“He was for a little while, yeah. He told me to pass on a hello to you. That fool tried so hard to stick around for dinner but you already know how that conversation went.” I took over the ship again ushering her to sit at the table. “You go off to work for a month straight and here you are still putting in time? I don’t believe you. When did you ever sleep?” 

“Fixing a plate is nothing compared to what I was doing over the past four weeks. You spent all this time preparing all of this for me. I think the least I can do is help out a little.” Here goes the bargaining. Typical, overachieving, non-stop working Kary Santos-Warren. 

“Oh come on. Save me the good wife speech baby, I know what you are capable of. What are you drinking tonight? Red..white..water..” Carrying her plate over to her I matched her smirk. 

“I think I’ll switch it up tonight. Do we still have that Brandy?” She questioned me about it. 

Tipping my head to her I walked back into the kitchen to grab a plate for myself and the Brandy. She and I were given this forty five year aged liquor for Christmas. I put it away towards the back of our liquor cabinet saving it for a special occasion. Tonight is the best reason to open this bad boy up. 

Kary volunteered to bless our evening and our meal. Her speech touched me in a few ways due to some things that she spoke on. 

“You’re getting emotional? Wow, this isn’t the Enzo I know and love. What’s changed, lover boy?” Her bare foot tickled my pant leg before she continued on with raising the bottom half with her toes. 

The coolness of her toe pads gave me chills but I embraced them all. I’ve missed this woman terribly so nothing she can do will get on my nerves. 

“I’m not being emotional. Your blessing touched me deeper than usual that’s all. Talk to me about your trip. How was it? I wanna know everything.” Kary spilled every detail of what her work trip was like, not leaving any information out. 

Setting my empty glass aside I folded my hands behind my plate, drinking in her existence. She helped herself to seconds of dinner signifying that I outdid myself. I do have a fourth course for her, which is her absolute favorite. 

Kary licked her knife clean and gently set it down, giving me this intense eye. “I must say babe, that was amazing. I can tell you took your time with the sherry. Myles must have been busting your balls about not screwing up my sauce huh?” 

“God, you are so fucking smart. Yes, Myles was giving me the hardest time about the dinner period to be honest with you. He was practically with me all day until I kicked him out.” Rising from my seat I picked up her plate and mine, taking them both to the kitchen. 

“Is there more? Because quiero mas, por favor..” Kary sang out from the dining room table.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be right back.” I guaranteed her. Removing my infamous banana bread from the oven I set up a small plate neatly for us to share. Removing the Brandy from the shelf I poured her and I another serving, rejoining her once again. “For you my queen. Open.” Seeing Kary’s mouth open visibly made my erection go from a three to an honest ten.  

Her eyelids closed along with her mouth around the fork. “God, I have missed the satisfying taste of your baking. You are the only person I know that can bring me this type of joy from food alone. Happy anniversary my love. You’ve given me the best escape from reality, the best life, so much joy, peace and happiness. In all of the years we have been together, I have never once felt unhappy or unimportant. You are my everything babe.” 

Although Kary and I have had difficulty in the past trying to get pregnant, maybe tonight is the night. Mashallah.

[maree-ff]

Como Estan?: Part II

CAMILA 

The doctor broke it all down for me and the recovery that Kenja will need to go through. She basically told me that Kenja was hitting her ninth week into her first pregnancy. If I thought discovering my daughter laying in her own blood from having a miscarriage was hard, then hearing the doctor confirm it feels worse. Andre is going to lose his damn mind when he finds out that Amaad is responsible for the predicament she’s in.

I thanked the doctor for her help and insight, leading my family into Kenja’s room. She was laying towards the window staring at the rain pour down through the window. I heard her sniffling quietly to herself.

“Kenja?” I called out in a soft voice.

She peeked over her shoulder and made eye contact with each of us. “Hey.” She gulped.

Removing my jacket and setting my bag down I walked over to the bed, checking her out.

“How are you feeling, sweetie? You alright?” Brushing her hair back I leaned in to kiss her forehead. She hugged me, crying into my hair, shielding her face from being seen.

“It hurts mama. Everything hurts. Inside and out. Does dad know?” She whispered.

Shaking my head I consoled her some more. “Oh no, don’t worry about that. We just wanted to come and see how you we’re doing. You don’t need to explain anything right now, okay? That can wait.” I showered her in light affection and stepped back so my other three babies could get their time in with her.

Jorden and Zoe went first but together. They made Evelyn laugh and smile despite the duress she’s been recently put under. Seeing my children support one another in any predicament makes me happy. Seeing them be so kind and loving towards one another means that Andre and I did something right in their upbringing. Strong family values mean everything to us. That’s why we had chosen long ago to instill the lessons in our kids that we have been for so many years now.

The kids broke apart, leaving Andre as the last person to have moment with Kenja. He looks scared out of his mind. Not to mention, angry, guilty, sad, confused, etc. I know my husbands mind is running rampant with questions, thoughts and concerns.

“Hi, dad..” Kenja produced a lot of coughing, grunts of discomfort and complaints of pain waiting for Andre to greet her.

After five minutes passed of Andre staring at Kenja not saying a word, I intervened. Walking over to where he stood I pulled him aside to get inside his head.

“Andre, talk to me.” I plead. Cupping his face in my hands I searched his eyes. He boldly let go of his feelings and for the first time in a long time, broke down. I held onto him close, offering him silence and in return I got my answers. His emotional status breaks down how he’s taking all off this chaos. “You were right to think positive and hope for the best. I need you to understand that.”

“I keep fucking this up. I keep screwing up the one job I’m supposed to get right as a father. I don’t understand why this is so damn hard.” He cried. The weight of his body on mine wasn’t hard to manage thanks to the wall behind me.

“You gotta stop selling yourself short, poppa. You haven’t failed any of us. No one that’s close to you sees you as a failure. Look at me.” I encouraged.

He didn’t agree with me on that one. “I can’t.”

Distancing myself just a little I wiped his tears and dried his eyes. “Our daughter needs you. She needs her father right now. We don’t know what she’s been through so I need for you to drown her in the love and affection she so much deserves. You are not a failure, sweetie. I’m proud to be your wife and our children are proud to have you as theirs father.” I knew once he heard a speech he would shake this chip off.

Together we cleaned up his face, he kissed me gently and went back inside the room. I followed behind him happy to see him and Kenja hugging it out. They remained silent. That’s probably for the best right now.

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“Ok, watch her head guys. Come on.” I coached. Jorden and Andre worked as a team to help Kenja out of the truck and into the house. They carried her up the steps and to her old bedroom with many complaints from Ev.  

“Zo, grab her bag please. I got the other two.” She and I emptied the back seat and followed behind the guys.

“Dammit Jorden! That was my foot you idiot!” Kenja shouted. She must have gave Jo an earful for another two minutes until we heard her crying.

“How long do you think she’ll be like this?” Zo quizzing me on the duration of Kenja’s healing is bad timing. I truthfully have no clue how long it will take for her to get better. If I had my way she’d be healed right this instant.

As I thought over a reasonable answer I locked the front door and used my heels to remove my shoes. “Hopefully not very long. Your dad is going to flip out when he finds out the truth. Add that to Kenja’s emotions being all over the place and her physical discomfort, we’re all in for a chaotic few days. Weeks even.”

“I said I was sorry Lyn, no need for you to be all emo-” The faint sound of slapping made a slight echo.

“Get out! Please just get out. Daddy, make him leave, please.” She complained.

“Oh boy. If dad doesn’t kill Amaad then I’ll do it myself. I get that she’s in a lot pain for a lot of different reasons but I need for everybody to be on the same page. Everyone we know needs to be on the same page with not pissing my sister off.” Zoe and I carried on upstairs to set Kenja’s things down.

Jorden walked past us down to his room, throwing himself down on the floor. He’s famous for laying in the floor instead of his bed when he’s pissed off. I’m just grateful he didn’t develop an angry streak. My focus is Kenja at the moment but I made myself a mental note to talk to Jo as soon as I get the opportunity.

“You need anything?” Dre’s voice became louder the closer I got to her bedroom. Zoe walked in first with me right behind her.

“No daddy, I’m okay. I just want to lay here.” Kenja drowned herself in blankets, making eye contact with us.

Quietly I began putting her things away until she’s ready to speak up. The sound of hangers rustling, drawers opening and clothes being folded dominated the area for far too long.

“Zo, can you give us a minute. I want to talk to mom and dad alone.” Sitting up in bed with two blankets draped over her she sent a soft smile Zoe’s way. The door closing had my heart racing. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to keep Andre from losing it. I don’t want him to think I’ve been trying to keep this information a secret because I suspected the outcome before anyone. I’m the one who figured out what happened before the EMTs hauled Kenja away in the ambulance.

Andre left her closet and pulled a seat up to the side of her bed. “What’s going on?” He leaned forward to support his chin and arms against the back of the chair.

Going to sit next to him for reasons he’ll later figure out I gave Kenja my full attention.

“So..um...I want to start by saying that I’m sorry for being away for so long. The last thing I wanted you guys to think is that I was avoiding being here because that’s not true. Any house with you two in it is my first home and I love being under your roof.” She began.

We remained silent. This is her chance to speak and I want to ensure that she utilizes every minute.

“Um..so anyways, a few weeks ago I found out that Amaad was stepping out on me. When I confronted him about my suspicions he flipped out and straight up denied everything. I knew he was lying but after that night I didn’t bring it up again until recently. Two days ago, he stopped by the apartment around two in the morning, yelling and beating on my door. I ignored him for a while but after he started to become obnoxious I let stupidly let him in.” Pausing Kenja threw herself back on the pillow.

“Why are you telling us this?” Dre spoke.

“Dad..I’m getting there.” She groaned. “To sum up how the rest of that morning went we had our round two of the argument. That fight led us to what happened the day I was rushed to the ER. I was on my way to an event for work in San Fernando when Amaad beat my door down. He literally beat my front door down without any regard for my schedule or my safety. He had lost it. He accused me of cheating, he called me all types of nasty names..it was a mess. The neighbors got involved and that’s when Amaad went ape shit. He didn’t know that I was pregnant at the time of the argument and when we began fighting things got violent. He was throwing things at me, pushing me around, I pushed him back a couple of times and that’s all I remember before I woke up in the ambulance.”

Andre immediately fell out of the chair the second she spoke her last word. I was frozen beside the bed listening to him breath deeply not saying a word. The cross hanging from his chain was softly knocking against the floor creating the only other sound in this room aside from the heat.

“Andre, baby, say something.” With caution I approached him to make sure he’s okay.

“Papi, what’s wrong? Estas bien?” Kenja tried to ease her way out of bed and almost fell. Thankfully I was close enough to catch her and help her to lay back down.

“You are staying in bed unless one of us is here to help out of it. You got me?” My words are meant to be taken with all seriousness. I know that she’s worried about Dre but she is on bed rest for the next four days. She reluctantly obeyed me still looking past me to check on her dad.

“Dad, please say something!” She begged.

“I’m gonna kill him. Even if it’s the last thing I do.” Sitting up straight with his hands cupped over his mouth Andre stared at the calendar on the wall.

Shaking my head I tied my hair up to prepare for anything. “You’re not gonna do that.” I said.

He looked over his shoulder and chuckled darkly, disagreeing with me. “I am.” He nodded. “You watch me.” Getting up off the floor Dre paced the room mumbling incoherently. He left the room at random with me not far behind.

“Where are you going!?” I called after him. Jogging down the steps as fast I could I followed him to the garage.

“To make that weak ass bitch disappear off the face of the earth.” Andre snatched the keys to his car off of the table and swung the door back.

“He’s in jail! What are you gonna do to him that he doesn’t already have coming. Dre, stop..” grabbing his arm and moving in front of him I paused to catch my breath.

“He deserves to die! Did you hear what she said up there? Did you hear her?”

“Yes, I did. I heard everything. But are you hearing yourself? You just said another human being doesn’t deserve to be alive anymore. Who says that? I know that your angry and ready for war but Andre I need you to think for a second. We’re done with that. You’re done with that.”

“No! Fuck that! That little bastard put his hands on our daughter and she lost her-” he released his tears and that’s when I understood where the root of his anger is coming from. History repeated itself but this time it wasn’t me who was abused with their child. Kenja was put in harm's way with her own. “I had no idea that our baby girl was carrying a baby and now it’s gone. And it’s all because of him. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to hear this story read back to me. It was hard enough finding out what Damon did to the two of you. Where the fuck did I go wrong? I keep doing this to my family and I just don’t know where to go from here. She’s never again allowed to date. Zoe can’t ever date either. And Jorden, we’ll have to pray for him.”

“You continue placing all of this blame on yourself like you are the problem, mi amor. You are not the issue. You never were. I get that hearing this story again is really hard for you baby but she needs you. She’s home now, she’s safe and she’s surrounded by her family. That’s what Kenja needs. She needs us, her parents, her sister and her brother. That idiot will never come near our daughter again. I promise you he won’t. I just ask you to breathe and be her shoulder. You are the number one man in her life and you always will be. No future boyfriend or spouse will compare to you or replace you.” Wiping his face, I took his car keys and led him back upstairs.

We got settled back in Kenja’s room so that way she can finish her story. The three of us remained whole up in her room for the longest time. Zoe and Jorden had to encourage us all to eat. The mood in this house plummeted but there was some talking done at the table. Kenja and and Andre were the quietest of us all. Thank goodness for our dogs pitching in to create background noise alongside the fireplace.

When dinner was done I had everyone go their separate ways. I declined help with cleaning. Doing this solo will help clear my head. Alone time, a glass of my favorite wine and the flames crackling is the perfect combination to put me in the right mind frame. I was in such a nice mood that I rearranged the living room furniture, put some more money into Zoe’s, Jo’s, and Evelyn’s bank accounts and started looking for a car to buy Jo. Andre will have a say so in the final choice but I wanted to get a head start.

He called me around ten begging for me to come to bed. I stepped into the room to find him hanging upside down stark naked. Chuckling, I shut our door and gathered my belongings to take a shower.

“Can you believe you she was really pregnant?” I heard him ask from the bedroom.

I stood in the doorway of our room brushing through my hair letting my mind roam. “Honestly no I can’t. I don’t even know how to feel.”

“Although I’m shocked I feel heartbroken for her loss. Kenja was robbed of the most precious gift in the world and I can’t even fix that. I can’t take away her pain as badly as I want to.” Dre turned the tv on and got off the bed to get partially dressed.

“Yeah I’m kind of on the same page. A part of me is still so confused and I still have so many questions. Give me fifteen minutes baby and we can finish this conversation when I get out.” Setting my brush down I got on with my shower thinking about how to help my daughter cope with this loss and the abuse she suffered. She never went into detail about how Amaad hurt her but I have a good enough imagination to figure that out for myself.

I’ve got some stories to share with her when the time is right. Hopefully my own experience can help to heal Kenja with time.

KENJA

“Thank you Sharee, I really appreciate you covering for me.” Sighing in bliss that my best friend has been holding my end down I fell back on my bed.

“Of course. We’re a team and we have to watch each other’s backs. Do you still want to go forward with looking for a new apartment?” She asked.

“Yes. Without question.” I said promptly.

“I’ll keep looking and send you everything I find. Get some rest and give your family my love. I’ll talk to you soon.” The sound of her laugh through the phone is music to my ears. I’ve heard nothing short of chaos over the last few days so I’m just grateful for a little positivity.

“Thank you so much! You have no clue what this means to me.” Knocking on my door drew my attention to what I feel like is my dad wanting to come. “I gotta go girl. Have a good night.” Ending my call I set my phone down beside me. “You can come in. I’m decent.” Watching him enter I took shallow breaths. He left the door cracked and sat at the foot of my bed toying with the strings on his sweatshirt.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Here’s to round three.

“I didn't know how to feel about being pregnant for the first time. I did know that I wasn’t ready. We were careless and that’s my mistake that I own up to being that this is my body and I know better. I’m not blaming myself on his behalf. I made a personal vow that I would never allow myself to feel the guilt of someone else’s actions. When the time is right, I’ll get my chance to be some lucky kids mom but now is not the right time.” I answered.

“How do you feel about all this? Are you gonna be okay?” Leaning up against the bedpost he crossed his arms over his chest. I can still feel the anger he’s holding onto against my dumbass ex-boyfriend.

“I’m numb. Disregard the pain medication and I just feel numb to the whole event. He was someone that you would’ve been happy to see me with. Before all this nonsense at least. Now he’s just nothing.” Needing a bit of a pick me up I leaned over to open my nightstand drawer. Right on top was the envelope I asked mom at the hospital to keep hidden from everybody. It contains ultrasound pictures that I’ve kept just to look at from time to time.

I removed the envelope and closed the drawer. Handing my dad the pictures I motioned for him to go through it.

“What’s this?” He muttered.

“Just open it. Please.” I added kindly. Anxiously I observed him taking out the string of pictures with this all consuming look of surprise and sadness on his face. “I don’t know why I still have them but I wanted you to be the first to see proof.” Wiping my eye I admired the black and white photos from a distance.

“I take it you didn’t know the sex since it was so early on.” He assumed.

“Unfortunately no but my heart kept screaming that it was a girl. To answer your question, I will be okay. It’ll take some time to heal but I’ll be alright eventually. You and mama raised me to be strong so that’s what I’m going to do. Besides, I’ve got an amazing support system who I know will keep me grounded.” Going to sit next to him I basked in the sight of my tiny baby that’s now in a better place. “Please don’t ever again label yourself a failure papa. You’re so far from that.”

“How do you know how I feel?” He retorted.

“I know you and I’ve heard you say it several times in the past. You’re a great dad and an even better husband to mom.” Sitting up again I braided my hair. The expression on his face proved that he needed further explanation. “The night that Damon hurt mom and I because she didn’t want me around him. That time that Chris touched Zoe and killed her mom. Or the day mom had to put down that crazy lady who was pointing a gun at you and Jorden when he was little. None of the bad things that have happened to any of us are your fault dad. You’ve got to stop blaming yourself for the actions of other people. What Damon, Chris, or my old teacher did are not your bearings to hold onto. What Amaad did to me and my baby is not your cross to bear. It’s his.”

“Kenja, as a parent it’s my job to ensure the safety of you, your mother, Jorden and Zoe. First and foremost. You four are my responsibility regardless of whatever else I have going on. You’ll understand that later in life when it’s your time. I feel like I failed because I tried to prevent all of what’s happened to each of you in different ways but I didn’t succeed. I will always hold onto this guilt because I love you guys more than I can explain. You four are the most important people on the planet to me.” He sighed and took one final look at the pictures before handing the envelope back to me.

“Are you going to be alright?” Putting the envelope away I glanced at the bird on his hand. For a man his age, my dad could fool a lot of people with how old he really is. With his tattoos all looking so fresh and his great genetics, I truly believe that’s a big help in hiding his age.

“Eventually I will be. Listen, I’m so sorry for what you went through. I wish you didn’t have to go through any of this. If you need to talk to someone on how to get through this, talk to your mom.” He suggested.

I felt my face contort trying to figure out why he’s suggesting that I talk to mom about this.

“Papi, de que hablas?” I whispered.

“It’s not my place to speak on it but your mom can tell you more. You need anything before I call it a night?”

Shaking my head I leaned in for a hug. My cheek squished against his shoulder as my eyes closed. My dad always smells so comforting after he’s gotten ready for bed. Jorden thinks I’m weird for feeling like this but he says the same about mama.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you more, baby girl.”

Although I’m ordered to be on bed rest, I successfully bathed myself after my dad left. It hurt to get around but I managed to get the job done without ending up on the floor. Slapping my hand down on the light I hobbled to my bed, clutching every vice I could to use as a crutch. After a tiny struggle I dove under my covers, crying softly at how much better I feel in this bed. With the care of my family and my abuela watching over me I know I can put this incident behind me.

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The Interrogation

PRESENT 

“I already told your partner I don’t know where she is.” Lowering his head again Enzo reflected on the past twenty-four hours he’s spent in the interrogation room. His life turned upside down in an instant. One day was all it took for his cozy lifestyle to be taken away and replaced with hard times. 

Detective Fordes studied Enzo’s behavior, still unable to pick up any sense of a lie. He’s tried every tactic possible to see if he could get a different answer out of Enzo but nothing has worked thus far. That is until the door opened up. Fordes turns to his right to see his partner handing him another rust orange colored folder. They simultaneously shook heads at one another as Fordes opened the file to see what’s inside. That’s when another idea hit him. 

“Let me ask you something..” Fordes began. 

“You finally came up with something new? What is it now? You’ve come at me using every trick in the book and yet here we are...still at square fucking one.” Enzo spoke up still using the table for head support. 

The smug grin on Fordes’s face was one Enzo missed at the last minute. When the two men locked eyes, Fordes knew this was his only chance. 

“I do have something new,” he nodded. “Have you ever heard of the name Yasmin Elaine Tuvali?” 

Enzo sat upright and disagreed with the detective respectfully. “Never heard of that name in my life.”

Removing new evidence from the folder, Foredes lined up each image in no particular order. Enzo initially had no desire to look until the last two pictures peaked his interest. Internally Enzo is losing his mind but he remained at ease on the surface. The poker face he wore successfully hid the pain he is now experiencing. There in front of him, clear as day in quality color images are his beloved wife. She’s dressed in the ensemble of a hit woman. Black on black everything. Even the hair she’s sporting matches her outfit. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. None of it seems real. 

“We’ve been trying to get close to who we now know as your wife for the last five years. And this was the best we could do. What we don’t know is how she has managed to remain under every radar in the world for this long. We also don’t know if she has any outside help. But she has you and we’re banking on contact between the two of you to be made at some point  today. We’re thinking maybe she’ll slip up and tell us where she is or something of that nature.” Fordes explained. 

“Today?” Enzo eyeballed the detective feeling defensive. “What makes you think you can pinpoint when I’m going to speak to my wife?” 

“By chance that’s how. If you tell us where she is this can all be ov-” 

“Be over how? For who? You maybe but me ...no, it’ll NEVER be over for me because you and everybody you work with are going to be all over my ass about my marriage! Which by the way doesn’t concern any of you mother fuckers. So for the last time I’m not telling you shit and you have the wrong person!” Enzo snapped. He threw himself back in the chair with his arms crossed as he stared out the window. 

He sat unapproachable so he could hide the fact that he’s playing with his wedding band. Just then he thought of his wife, Kary. The one piece of hope that Enzo has left from all that’s happened is that she is safe. Naturally he yearned to hear her voice to have that confirmation that Kary is alive and well. But he knew that having hope is all he can go on for now. That and faith. 

Detective Fordes left the room to consult with his captain about this investigation. Enzo sat alone for fifteen minutes. When he had company again he relaxed in his seat and released all the tension from his body. 

“Mr. Warren, I’m Captain Mead and I want to apologize for keeping you here for so long.” 

Enzo sat unmoving, unsure of trusting the information just told to him. “Can somebody please tell me something I haven’t heard already?” He asked. 

“You’re free to go.” The captain said. 

“Free to go? I don’t understand how I’ve been forced to stay here this long and now all of a sudden I can go home. What the hell is going on?” He quipped. 

“We have an active investigation going on and your wife is our number one suspect.” Captain Mead answered. 

“Investigation? What is it that you think she did?” 

“I’m not at liberty to say at the moment. But what I can say is that we are not charging you with anything and you’re free to go home. We will be in touch if any new information should arise.”

Enzo took the ladder not in the mood for confrontation or any further conversation. He was indeed released with no other information regarding his wife. Calling his best friend and business partner Enzo requested a ride home. His right hand man was coincidentally on his way to the side of town that he was on. While he waited for his ride Enzo ransacked his brain for any clues as to why the police would be investigating his wife. None of what’s happened in the last day has made any sense. 

Suddenly he recalled the name Detective Fordes questioned him about. 

“Have you ever heard of the name Yasmin Elaine Tuvali?”  

What could Kary possibly have to hide from her husband? A double life was his first assumption. A false identity was the second. The shame he felt for questioning the woman he’s been madly in love with for over seven years took over him entirely. How could one begin to question and make assumptions after so many years of commitment? Kary has never once given Enzo the impression that she was too good to be true. 

Time has a way of revealing all things kept hidden in the dark. Enzo has always been a firm believer in this way of thinking. 

Making eye contact with the familiar Cadillac, Enzo waited for the vehicle to stop, getting into it afterward. He looked over at Myles and together they shared a common look of confusion. 

“So...what happened?” Myles began. 

“I guess I should start with the day Kary came back in town.” E shrugged. 

“Your anniversary?” Myles quizzed. He put the car in drive again heading towards the home of his best friend. 

“Yeah..our anniversary.” Enzo deeply sighed knowing that talking to Myles would only do some good. 

The next conversation between the Warrens will be an interesting one.

[maree-ff]

Como Estan?: Part I

CAMILA

Staring at the clock I nibbled at my thumb nail tasting the polish against my tongue. I’ve been eyeballing the clock ever since I watched the boys leave the house. Jorden was scheduled to take his driving test this morning and although he’s been preparing since last year, I’m nervous! Ever since Jorden spoke his first words in Spanish he’s been progressing so much faster. However, his lisp is still heavily intact and he still needs time to learn and process information on certain subjects.

Watching Jorden transition from newborn to infant to toddler to child and finally to a teenager has been such an emotional roller coaster. There’s been so many changes in him that I’ve had to adjust to over the years. It’s hard to come to terms with him being sixteen years old now.

I often forget how old Andre and I are but once a birthday rolls around for one of our kids, I swear I have an emotional meltdown. Thank goodness for great genes, a healthy sex life, my wonderful diet, continuous exercise and a stress free life or else I’d look so run down. Aside from the growth of my babies, my world has remained at peace.  

Hearing heavy footsteps draw closer I wiped my eyes and shuffled around in the kitchen. Andre has been joking around a lot more than usual about every little thing and I’ve felt so disconnected and bothered to every punch line. It’s nearing that time of the month for me so of course I’m feeling overly emotional and withdrawn. At least towards him. Around the kids I’m a little sweeter.

Jorden taking that test to determine whether or not he can drive is shaking me to my core. The last thing I want is for Jorden to believe that I’m not happy for him or that I don’t support his desire to have more freedom. That’s not the case by any means. I’m just scared that he’s going to come home defeated and with terrible news. Every encounter he has with new people in the world has always had me on the edge of my seat. Just like I spoke on when he was four, I didn’t send Jorden to public school like his sisters. I couldn’t bear the thought of kids teasing him or teachers treating him like he was slow.

I searched high and low for an awesome home school teacher and when I did I begged her for her services. Coincidentally she was teaching a few other kids who were exactly like my baby boy at the time. Andre and I argued for a while about granting Jorden the access to having social interaction with kids his age. He has always had that. Not once have I robbed our son of the opportunity to have a social life. I had my many reasons for Jorden and for myself about why I didn’t want to send him to public school. Sadly when Jorden turned thirteen he began begging to go to school in a setting where he can meet other kids at every turn. He wanted the typical classroom, ride the school bus, have gym class with the cute girl experience.

Of course I gave in. I couldn’t tell Jorden no. After Andre and I talked we decided on private school. The most accredited, diverse and costly private school in the state of California has been Jorden's home for the last three years.

“Baby, where you at?” Andre yelling throughout the house for me shook me up. I can’t wait to get through these next five days of hell so I can go back to normal!

“I’m upstairs babe.” Taking a deep breath I opened the refrigerator to find something to take my mind off of Jorden’s test. The anxiety is kicking into overdrive and I need to tame it before I snap on this sweet man of mine.

“Hey..you’re avoiding me again. You know that right?” He started off.

I glanced over my right shoulder seeing him sport a look of dissatisfaction.

“Aw honey I’m sorry..” closing the refrigerator I turned around to find him standing directly behind me. I jumped and used the appliance for support. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’m on edge and I hope you understand why.” I explained.

“Of course I do. You’re waiting for Jo to get home so we can find out how the test went and you're about to get a visit from the bitch from hell.” There he goes again with the jokes. This one actually made me laugh though.

Playfully punching him in the stomach I traded the fridge for his body to support my weight. “You’re not funny, asshole.”

“Clearly I’m a little funny or else you wouldn’t have laughed. Is there something else bothering you that I should know about?” He asked, wrapping both arms around me. I disagreed and wedged my face in between his chest and arm so he couldn’t see my face. Kissing my hairline he separated us. “Come on Cam, seriously. What else is going on? You don’t think he did okay?” He pressed the issue with concern.

Meeting his eyes I shrugged. My response was pathetic but it was a gut reaction. “I’m not doubting that he passed. I’m doubtful of the other people around him. Don’t you worry that people treat him like he’s beneath them when we’re not around? The possibility of Jorden being bullied by any means or ran up on doesn’t keep you up at night? Even a little bit?” I questioned.

“I’d be lying if I said no. Camila, of course I worry. But I know Jorden well enough to trust in his abilities to brush that shit off. He’s a tough kid. He’s got very thick skin and I know he can handle himself by any means. We raised him to have faith in himself. We raised him to never allow anyone, us included, to deter him away from his goals and dreams.” Hearing Dre confirm that he’s just as concerned as I am about how our son is treated put me in a positive headspace.

“All I have ever wanted for our kids is for them to be given a fair chance. Jorden especially. He’s never been like any kid I’ve ever met and being that he’s ours I want to him to know that I’m always fighting for him. I want him to know that we are always fighting to honor his name and his right to be treated fairly. I don’t care how old any of us get. Our kids are our babies. At least to me they always will be.” I felt emotions slap me in the face as tears rolled down both cheeks. The liquid made contact with my collarbones and flowed on down from there.

Andre coddles me exactly the way I desire. He provides me with more than enough affection when I’m feeling overly sensitive.

“Mom..pop..where are you?!” The sound of Jorden’s voice made the hair on my arms stand up.

“He’s home. He’s back, Dre!” I panicked. I squeezed and clenched at his shirt sleeves listening to Jorden walk up the stairs.

“I know that baby I can hear him too you know. Relax, don’t let him see you all worked up remember? We talked about this.” He coached me through my miniature episode and hugged me tighter.

Jorden appeared in front us and as much as I wanted to spazz and get answers out of him, I remained put.

“Hi baby. How was your day?” I quizzed him in a soothing yet normally toned voice. I masked my concern so he wouldn’t be alarmed.

He hesitated, “productive but good. Can’t complain. What’s wrong?” He asked. I watched him set his things down as Brix and Blu made their entrance.

“Nothing, I’m fine. So..” I trained off.

“How did it go?” Dre spoke up. His hands drawing circles on my lower and upper back keep me locked in place.  

“It went good. I passed.” This beautiful and grand smile of relief on my baby’s face set me off. I burst into tears as I allowed the good news to register in my brain.

“Ma, why you are crying? Are you not happy that I passed?” He freaked.

Snapping my head up and breaking away from Andre I closed the distance between Jo and I. I hugged him close, smelling his new favorite body wash on his clothes. I can’t believe my youngest child can legally drive without another adult present in a vehicle now.

“Mom..talk to me. Estas asustando a mi.” Jorden spoke in my ear, hugging me firmly.

Disagreeing I rocked us from side to side. Cupping the back of his head I turned my face to lay against his shoulder. “No baby, I am so happy for you. Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” I whispered.

“Thank you mama. I couldn’t come home without good news. After all, I have been studying for this test since last year. I’m just happy that you and dad are proud of me.” We hugged a bit longer and separated so he and Andre could have their own moment.

“I told you, didn’t I boy?” Dre laughed.

“Yeah yeah whatever. I told you!” Jo and Andre struck up playful, stupid conversation about who was right over who. I however still have some questions.

“Were they rude to you up there? I mean did anyone give you a hard time?” Playing with my hair I leaned against the counter feeling Brix sit next to me.

“Not really, no.” Jorden denied.

“Not really? What do you mean “not really”?

“Okay..well there was one dude who kept staring at me funny when my proctor was going over some of the rules before we went out on the road. I’m not sure why he was grilling me so hard. Maybe because I asked the lady to repeat herself four times but I didn’t let him get under my skin. Other than that all else was cool. No complaints.” Jorden had this look on his face that begged for me not to flip out or press him for more information.

“All that matters is that you passed. What you wanna do tonight? In honor of your good news, we can go wherever you want and do whatever you want.” Andre’s proposal sparked so much excitement in Jorden’s eyes.

“There are limits, you two.” I warned.

“I’m a grown ass man so limits don’t apply to me. So what do you-”

“Daddy!” Zoe’s voice spooked us all.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Andre shuffled to the kitchen entrance at the sound of Zoe rushing around to find us.

“Mom! Jo! Where are you guys?” Zoe continued to yell and run throughout the house.

“Zo, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work today?” Dre quizzed. I stepped around Brix to see Zoe and Andre talking.

“Never mind that! I can’t get ahold of Kenja.” She clutched the stair railing while fixing her top. Recalling her mentioning Kenja I walked closer to them.

“What do you mean you can’t reach her? She just got a new phone and I know the area she lives in works well with her service. How long have you been trying to get a hold of her?” I’m doing my absolute best to not think too seriously into this situation but this isn’t a light subject matter.

“I’ve called her over fifty times and not one of my calls was answered! I’m scared but I don’t know what else to do!” She rambled.

“Camila, you need to change. Jo, call your grandfather and Zoe you get in the truck. Go.” All of us broke off into a frenzy to get out of this house and an hour down the road. I ransacked through my wardrobe throwing on a modest outfit.

“Andre, I’m scar-”

“Maree, not now, okay? Finished getting dressed and let’s go.” His warning reeked of panic but he’s trying to mask it so I don’t have a panic attack. I did as he said to do but stood still watching to him pace.

“Andre..” I sighed. He turned to face me no longer capable of denying how I feel about what’s currently happening. Andre and I huddled together not using words to fill in the silence. Every fiber in my being is screaming that Kenja is in trouble. The look in Andre’s eyes is telling me that he’s thinking the exact same thing.

With no regard at all I set free the tears as my only way of showcasing what I’m thinking.

“Camila, stop it. You can’t think like that. She’s fine. Our little girl is okay.” He pet my hair and encouraged me to think positively.

“But babe what if she’s not? What if she’s no-”

“Camila, stop it! Don’t think like that. Put your shoes on. We have to go.” I listened to him knowing that he means well. I hurriedly slid my feet into a pair of sneakers, following him downstairs. Once we were in the truck I decided to try Kenja’s cell, hopeful that she would answer.  

I left her a voicemail and held onto my cell with a vice grip during the drive to her apartment. Andre to my surprise drove the speed limit not once flooring it on the gas. Each of us were on edge in different ways. My worst fear is for either one of my kids to become a victim to domestic violence by anyone for any reason. Kenja, since she witnessed the first hand what Damon did to the both of us. In Zoe’s case, she involuntarily fell victim to being molested at a young age. Not only that but Chris murdered her birth mother. Graciously, my son has not had been harmed in any way.

Although my daughters are old enough to make their own decisions regarding relationships, I will always worry about them. Nothing can eliminate that fear I have deep rooted inside of me.

When we made it a visitor spot just outside her building I saw cops and emergency responders. I didn’t hesitate to jump out of the passenger seat and make a break for it up to her floor. I’ve never ran this fast in my entire life. I’ve never had to until this moment. From behind I could hear both of my kids and Andre yelling my name but I didn’t care. I pushed my way through everyone not bothering to explain my urgency. One of the officers tried grabbing me and I lunged at him. I didn’t actually hit him but I did shove him with every ounce of strength I had. For a guy his size, he stumbled and lost his footing. Ducking under the yellow tape I scrambled through Kenja’s apartment looking high and low for her.

“Ma’am, you cannot be back here. This is a crime scene.” Someone tried warning me.

Swiftly turning around I caught my breath before speaking. “Stay the fuck out of my way!” I barked at him.

Walking away from him I zipped through the remainder of Kenja’s place finding her passed out on the floor by her bed. Normally my fight or flight response would kick in. This time, that gut reaction failed to hit me and in place of that, seeing my daughter unconscious brought me to my knees. I cried the whole way over as I crawled to her side. Checking to see if she was breathing I carefully lifted her head onto my legs. “Oh baby I’m so sorry.” I sobbed.

Throwing my hair over my shoulder so it wasn’t in Ev’s face I pushed her curls out of the way to get a better look at her. At first glance I don’t see any bruises on her neck, chest, face, arms or legs. Her skin is cold, she doesn’t have a pulse and her skin looks paler than usual. My brain is swimming with ideas as to what happened to her.

“Camila, where you at?”

“Mom!”

“Back here!” I didn’t bother to look up as I continued to try and wake Kenja up. “Come on nena, wake up.” I sniffled. “C’mon love, please wake up.” I begged. I stayed still for a moment to see no change in her state. That’s when I did a little more searching. Lifting her shirt I checked out her abdomen. The alarming sight of a slight protrusion ignited that fight or flight reaction. “My sweet baby..” I gasped. I watched my tear fall onto her shirt as I felt underneath of her for any blood. When I raised my hand I felt my eyes twitch at how thick the consistency of her blood is.

“You cannot be back here!” Someone shouted.

I glanced up to see three officers failing to hold Andre and Jorden back from this room. Zoe pushed past the smaller officer and came to kneel beside me.

“Mom, what happened?” She panicked.

I showed her my hand and placed hers on Kenja’s lower abdomen. The color in Zoe’s face faded quickly.

“No..” she whispered.

“Where is he? Where the fuck is he at?” Andre yelled.

“Dad calm down..”

“Sir, Mr. Amaad is in custody. You need to relax and step back so we can do our job.”

“Fuck you and fuck him! I want to see him!”

“Pop, come on man, stop. He’s not worth it.” Jorden intervening is exactly what I need.

“Nah man, I want to see his smug ass face so I can beat the shit out of him. I told you that little nigga was no good for her. I told you so, Jo! He was trouble from the jump and I’m the only one that saw it!” Andre’s fuming and I understand but I need him to calm down.

“Andre, please.” I spoke up. He looked over at me and forcefully shoved the cop out of his way. He trudged over, taking his hat off slowly as he came closer. He knelt beside me not moving.  

“Is she breathing?” He mumbled.

“No.” I sniffled. We had to clear out of the way so the EMTs could get Evelyn onto the stretcher and down to the ambulance. The kids and Dre were hot on their tails. I stayed behind to grab some of Kenja’s important documents and I packed a couple of bags. Each were filled with her favorite wardrobe pieces and personal items. The cops weren’t telling me much of anything so I left the apartment.

The ride to the hospital was dead silent. Andre pushed this truck with all his might. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he would lose track of the ambulance carrying our daughter.

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Leaning on Andre for support I sipped on my tea continuing to pray for good news. Kenja had to have an emergency blood transfusion so I donated. She and I are the same blood type and I just happened to have the perfect amount of iron in my system today. Jorden and Zoe fell asleep but I woke them up to send them to grab something to eat.

“I just want to hear something already.” Andre muttered from beside me. “I’m sick of waiting around. I want to see her.” He complained.

“I know baby. Here.” I offered him my cup only to watch him decline. “Papa, please.” I begged of him.

He gave in, drinking some, handing me the cup back once he had enough. The sound of footsteps drawing close earned our attention to the kids coming back.

“You get enough to eat?” I questioned them both.

“Plenty. We got something for you guys too when you want it.” Zoe sat down next her dad and Jo sat next to me. The four of us were once again silent waiting to find out how the transfusion went.

We sat alone for another half hour before someone came out to speak to us. Andre jumped up but I urged him to stay seated. I convinced him to stay behind so I could talk to with the doctor. Andre would bombard the poor woman with questions and he wouldn’t think twice about how his tone comes out.

“Just be honest. I can handle it.” I scanned her eyes with my arms folded across my chest.

“Your daughter is stable as are her vitals. She’s resting right now. The blood transfusion was a complete success, thank you for donating. It’s a blessing that you two are an exact match. Without you I don’t know how else we would’ve found such an eager and ready donor in time.” She smiled gently.

“So..she’s going to be alright? Is there anything else? When can we see her?”

“Oh yes, she will be just fine. I would advise that she stay here overnight for further observation. I wouldn’t want to take any risks with her health. You all can go in and see her. But I do suggest you all to keep the talking to a minimum so she doesn’t have to strain her voice. She’s still very weak as I imagine and she needs all of her strength for a speedy recovery.” She said.

“I don’t want my husband to hear this but I need you to tell me how far along she was. And I understand the patient-doctor confidentiality but this is my daughter. I have an idea but I want to be crystal clear about the facts.”

To be continued.......

[maree-ff]

For my readers:

Although this story is complete I made some time to develop a 2-part special. Within these two parts I will be giving insight to how the characters are doing. This way, you all will be able to get an idea of where the story would be if I was still working on it. 

Developing fresh content is always a wonderful hobby for me. Simply giving anyone who reads my work something to smile about and enjoy gives me a wonderful feeling. 

To whoever this may concern and has been keeping up/sharing/investing time on all of my stories, I appreciate you. 

[tentwentyninecompositions]

Three: Job Well Done II

REGGIE

With my hands full of my shirt I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. My bathroom is filled with thick steam, meaning that G is killing time. She tends to prolong activities when she’s trying to avoid me. I’m still upset she’s showering without me since we’ve never done it apart. But not lately. She’s pulling away from what we created way too fast for my liking and I’m not happy about it.

Walking across the room to the shower I tapped the glass with my fist. I might have scared her although I didn’t intend to.

“Can you not sneak up on me?! What do you want Reggie?” She spoke loud enough so I could hear her over the water.

“We gotta talk G. Come on outta there, I know you done by now.” I grumbled, staying in my spot.

“Reggie..no. I’m not done so you can wait to talk to me.” She replied in a much softer tone.

“Gina c'mon now.” I sighed angrily. Taking the blunt from behind my ear I slowly let it glide under my nose. The smell of my favorite Rello and this shit called Hush put me at ease just a tad. With the blunt back in it’s previous spot, I ran my hands over my face and stepped back to give her space. Letting the toilet seat down I sat still and waited for her. I kept her towel and slippers in hand, to let her know I still like doing simple shit for her.

The water stopped running and soon G pushed the door open. Her body was dripping wet and her hair was tied up in a clip. Handing her the towel and her slippers I sat back and kept my patience going steady.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, drying off her chest and securing the towel on her frame.

All I did was nod in response. I’m lost on what to say to her when it comes to small talk. G took care of herself with me wrapped up in my thoughts all while watching her. She moves the same, looks the same and hopefully her perspective of me hasn’t changed.

“Come here.” I called her over and she walked to me with hesitancy. Unwrapping the towel she had on, I studied her in all her glory. She’s so perfect to me. God she is so perfect. I pulled her in closer and laid my head on her abdomen. Holding her hips in my hands I ran my palms up and down her soft skin. “What did I do G?” I asked, jumping into this conversation.

“Reggie..it’s nothing you did. I just don’t feel the same.” She sighed heavily and was slow to touch me. Her hands cupping the back of my head gave me chills all over. I’ve been missing her in every way a man could possibly miss his woman.

Looking up at her I secured her towel around her again to return some of the warmth I stole. We stared at one another in silence just letting the time pass.

“Geneva..there’s gotta be something I did to make you feel like this. You don’t shower with me anymore, you hardly sleep next to me..you’re switching up too much for me to handle. You know I don’t like change baby.” I opened up bravely. A frown set itself up on my face just thinking about how much our relationship has changed.

Gina ran her palm down my face and when she reached my cheek, I took her hand and kissed all over it. I love kissing her. Any piece of her I can get, I’m content with especially since she hasn’t  given me any in like three weeks. Maybe it’s been longer than that. I asked her sit on my leg so she could give her feet a break. I ransacked my brain to think of anything that might’ve decreased her interest in me.

“What’s his name baby? If it’s someone else, tell me. I can handle it.” I plead in desperation. I really don’t know if I could handle her saying another nigga has been where I have. This body of hers isn’t mine but in my mind it kind of is. I’ve been everywhere with her permission of course. Inside and out.

“Regginald..baby I told you there is no one else. No man or woman. It’s hard to explain because I fear you’ll be upset with me. I still like you as a person.” G crossed her ankles and pulled at my goatee with her nails. She pushed herself closer and deeper into my lap.

“But you don’t love me. You liking and loving me aren’t two completely things Geneva. Was it something I said? Or maybe something I did? Did I come at you wrong or look at you funny? I gotta know something. G I’m begging you.” Looking at her shoulder I grazed my finger the small tattooed memory of the daughter we lost. We don’t really know if the baby was a boy or girl but that’s just my personal opinion. We never talk about the miscarriage. It’s just too fucking hard and the mere memory out of that night brings me to tears.

“No it’s none of that. I’ve been having these weird dreams and they’re fucking with my head. That’s it. I don’t want to go into full details because I’m gonna sound stupid. And worse..you won’t believe me.” She explained, running a hand across and down my chest.

Looking her in the eye I cupped her chin in my hand, just searching. Her eyes hold nothing strange so I do believe her.

“Is there something happening in this dream or is there someone else?” I put emphasis on select words as I turned her face side to side. Cuba and his niggas didn’t leave any marks on her so that’s good. That’s a load off of me. If she had come back with less than a mark free face, I’d go to Cuba’s house and shoot his brains out. G said she was successful but I’d still go behind her to get him back for hurting her.

“Someone. But he’s not real. There’s nothing in my dreams or in this life that’s changed how I feel about you. My heart just isn’t in it anymore. I’m sorry.” G took her hand from her face and kissed my cheek innocently.

So there is someone but he’s not real? What the fuck does that even mean? I respect her honesty though because I can’t stand a lying bitch. I’d never call my woman out her name but if she wasn’t being truthful, she’d still be a liar in my eyes.

The two of us sat here getting sucked into our feelings. Precious moments were passing us by and I don’t know what to do. I wanna fight to prove my love but she said there’s nothing I’ve done to change the way she feels about me.

“Are you sure I haven’t done anything? Have I wronged you in anyway? I need to know tonight but now would be better. I don’t want to lose you to some shit I might can fix but you not giving me anything to go by. I love you so much Gina and I really don’t want to lose you.” Taking the clip from her hair I sat it on the table beside us and slid my hand up under her towel.

Her thighs are so warm, I can’t resist getting a feel. I won’t try anything because she hasn’t given me the clearance.

“Sweetie..you have such a big heart and I’m sorry for hurting you. I don’t want to leave you and I never planned on it. I just don’t know what to do. I’m so lost Reggie. You’re a good man you know that? And a great one on a happy day.” Gina lowered her head slightly with a tear rolling down her cheek.

Licking away the salty tear I leant my forehead on hers and rubbed her thigh. Damn, we are stuck. I never want her to leave this house. I’m just as lost as she is. I love her so much but she doesn’t feel the same. I’d be selfish as fuck to make her stay and keep her unhappy. That’s not fair.

“Can I lay you down?” I finally found something to say. That’s one my ways of asking for sex. I don’t always like coming right out and asking her. So I lean towards using a subtle approach at times.

G used to always laugh when I asked her and I lived for those moments. I’m always soft for Gina. Not physically but emotionally and mentally. She’s never thrown my sensitivity in my face and I much appreciate it. I didn’t want to put this wall up and block her out so I’m happy she takes my soft side as serious as I take hers.

“Yes.” She kissed me once and I felt wetness on her lips.

Digging through my pocket for a lighter I then removed the blunt from my ear. Putting the flame to it I glanced up at Gina to see her eyes widen a little. When she caught me looking at her, she brought her eyes down to normal size.

“Wanna hit?” I questioned, putting down the lighter and taking the first hit. I hit the blunt for a good fifteen seconds before pulling it from my lips. I took a deep breath in to keep as much smoke in as possible. When I needed fresh air, I opened my mouth and watched a cloud of smoke loom under my nose.

“I don’t know.” Gina shrugged, with her hands tucked between her thighs.

Taking another big hit I held the blunt to her lips just patiently waiting to see if she would give in to her desires. I’ve been smoking since I was a teenager so I’m accustomed to the high. When Gina and I became serious and she saw me in my natural habitat, she questioned why I smoked. After my family died I started blowing down like a fucking chimney due the stress, anger, and nightmares. I always give her the opportunity to share my high but she declines each time. Tonight I really want her to break her own rules and step into my world just for a while.

The blunt has been untouched for so long that it burned out. I quickly put new fire to it and took two hits back to back.

“Try it baby. It’ll take your mind off of everything I promise.” I picked up Gina’s hand to place the blunt in between her fingers but she closed up on me.

“Can you hold it for me?” She asked in a child-like voice. Nodding my head I placed the blunt in front of her and watched as she wrapped her lips around the end. For a first timer she hit it real good. She didn’t cough or nothing which shocked the hell out of me.

After we took turns on this blunt I put it out and sat in the ashtray nearby. Switching Gina’s position to straddling my lap I stood up once I had a strong hold on her.

“Reggie..are we going to be okay?” G asked softly. Her fingertips were rubbing the back of my head and my shoulder during my walk towards the bed.

“Shh..no more talking. That can wait until tomorrow.” After I what I sent her to do earlier this evening..she deserves this. This time I have a job to do. And I’m about to do it so well.

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The Interrogation

PRESENT

“I already told your partner I don’t know where she is.” Lowering his head again Enzo reflected on the past twenty-four hours he’s spent in the interrogation room. His life turned upside down in an instant. One day was all it took for his cozy lifestyle to be taken away and replaced with hard times.

Detective Fordes studied Enzo’s behavior still unable to pick up any sense of a lie. He’s tried every tactic possible to see if he could get a different answer out of Enzo but nothing has worked thus far. That is until the door opened up. Fordes turn to his right to see his partner handing him another rust orange colored folder. They simultaneously shook heads at one another as Fordes opened the file to see what’s inside. That’s when another idea hit him.

“Let me ask you something..” Fordes began.

“You finally came up with something new? What is it now? You’ve come at me using every trick in the book and yet here we are...still at square fucking one.” Enzo spoke up still using the table for head support.

The smug grin on Fordes’s face was one Enzo missed at the last minute. When the two men locked eyes, Fordes knew this was his only chance.

“I do have something new,” he nodded. “Have you ever heard of the name Yasmin Elaine Tuvali?”

Enzo sat upright and disagreed with the detective respectfully. “Never heard of that name in my life.”

Removing new evidence from the folder, Foredes lined up each image in no particular order. Enzo initially had no desire to look until the last two pictures peaked his interest. Internally Enzo was losing his mind but he remained at ease on the surface. The poker face he wore successfully hid the pain he is now experiencing. There in front of him, clear as day in quality color images is his beloved wife. She was dressed in the ensemble of a hit woman. Black on black everything. Even the hair she was sporting matched her outfit. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. None of it seemed real.

“We’ve been trying to get close to who we now know is your wife for the last five years. And this was the best we could do. What we don’t know is how she has managed to remain under every radar in the world for this long. We also don’t know if she has any outside help. But she has you and we’re banking on contact between the two of you to be made at some point  today.” Fordes explained.

“Today?” Enzo eyeballed the detective feeling defensive. “What makes you think you can pinpoint when I’m going to speak to my wife?”

“By chance that’s how. If you tell us where she is this can all be ov-”

“Be over how? For who? You maybe but me..no  it’ll never be over for me because you and everybody you work with are going to be all over my ass about my marriage! Which by the way doesn’t concern any of you mother fuckers. So for the last time I’m not telling you shit and you have the wrong person!” Enzo snapped. He threw himself back in the chair with his arms crossed as he stared out the window.

He sat unapproachable so he could hide the fact that he’s playing with his wedding band. Just then he thought of his wife, Kary. The one piece of hope that Enzo had left from all that’s happened is that she is safe. Naturally he wanted to hear her voice to have that confirmation that Kary is alive and well. But he knew that having hope is all he can go on for now. That and faith.

Detective Fordes left the room to consult with his captain about this investigation. Enzo sat alone for fifteen minutes. When he had company again he relaxed in his seat and released all the tension from his body.

“Mr. Warren, I’m Captain Mead and I want to apologize for keeping you here for so long.”

Enzo sat unmoving, unsure of trusting the information just told to him. “Can one of you tell me what’s going?” He asked.

“You’re free to go.” The captain said. 

“Free to go? I don’t understand how I’ve been forced to stay here this long and now all of a sudden I can go home. What the hell is going on?” He quipped.

“We have an active investigation going on and your wife  is our number one suspect.” Captain Mead answered.

“Investigation? What is it that you think she did?”

“I’m not at liberty to say at the moment. But what I can say is that we are not charging you with anything and you’re free to go home. We will be in touch if any new information should arise.”

Enzo took the ladder not in the mood for confrontation or any further conversation. He was indeed released with no other information regarding his wife. Calling his best friend and business partner Enzo requested a ride home. While he waited for his ride Enzo ransacked his brain for any clues as to why the police would be investigating his wife. None of what’s happened in the last day has made any sense.

Suddenly he recalled the name Detective Fordes questioned him about.

“Have you ever heard of the name Yasmin Elaine Tuvali?”  

What could Kary possibly have to hide to her husband? A double life was his first assumption. A false identity was the second. The shame he felt for questioning the woman he’s been madly in love with for over seven years took over him entirely. How could one begin to question and make assumptions after so many years of commitment? Kary has never once given Enzo the impression that she was too good to be true.

Time has a way of revealing all things not shed in the light. Enzo has always been a firm believer in this way of thinking.

Making eye contact with the familiar Cadillac, Enzo waited for the vehicle to stop, getting into it afterward. He looked over at Myles and together they shared a common look of confusion.

“So...what happened?” Myles began.

“I guess I should start with the day Kary came back in town.” E shrugged.

“Your anniversary?” Myles quizzed. He put the car in drive again heading towards the home of his best friend.

“Yeah..our anniversary.” Enzo deeply sighed knowing that talking to Myles would only do some good.

The next conversation between the Warrens will be an interesting one.

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Five:

REGGIE

Feeling her nails sink into the back of my neck I used up the last bit of energy I had to fuck her brains out.

“Agh, don’t stop!” Gina cried out.

I slapped my hand on the wet tile and kept my head bowed to watch the action.

Today has been ridiculously hectic. Gina’s apartment was broken into by some niggas who were looking for me. I didn’t know who they were but they knew of me very well and they targeted my girl to send me a message. Consider their message received. Geneva was at her apartment sleeping, so she claims and all of sudden she heard glass shattering and her front door was kicked down. Gina called me, crying hysterically trying to explain what went down but I could hardly understand her over the phone. I was worried that something had happened to her so naturally I was freaking the fuck out. I left home to check on her before we got off the phone. When I got there I was shocked to see how much they ran through. Her refrigerator was torn apart and her dishes and cutlery were thrown all throughout the kitchen. That was just the beginning of the damage.

Mind you before today, I hadn’t seen G since she spent the night with me which was two weeks ago. So for her to call me out of the blue about her apartment being broken into, was scary. After I checked the place out I found Gina in her closet, hugging her knees in just a pair of panties and a little ass shirt. Me being irrational for a few short seconds, I’m thinking somebody attacked or raped her. Then I came to realize this is how Gina usually dresses when she goes to bed.

I didn’t ask questions. Instead I had G put on some clothes, packs a few bags and come home with me. During the drive over I called my boys to have them hunt down whoever broke into my baby girl’s apartment. As incentive I gave them a free pass to do what the fuck they wanted to the niggas responsible for it all.

Once we made it back here G wouldn’t eat, talk, sleep or move all day even with my encouragement. She remained curled up on my side of the bed staring at the mute tv. I kept myself busy by cleaning up around the house since she wanted to be left alone. Out of nowhere she pushed up on me and the rest was history. I asked her if she was okay and that’s when she slapped me. She made me promise not to ask about the break in until she’s ready to talk about it.

So as an obedient man at the time, I gave her what she wanted. We’ve been going at it for like two hours now and G hasn’t lost an ounce of energy. I on the other hand am running thin on stamina and strength. While Gina’s been away I’ve been drinking and smoking all day, everyday. With me living this way for two weeks straight my body has been moving slower than normal.

“Fuck G..” the constant contracting and relaxing of her walls are putting crazy pressure on my shit. Being high isn’t helping my situation either. I aim to please her but I don’t know how much more of this pressure I can endure.

She moaned and plead for me go faster and deeper. If I do so I know for sure I’ll cause her all sorts of problems. When Geneva initiates sex, she likes it rough and that’s only due to her emotions being out of whack. The Gina not in her right frame of mind is a whole other woman that no one will ever come to know. She’s a genuinely sweet soul on a regular basis but when she's in one of her moods, she needs a nigga that’s gonna take good care of her. Now I don’t know what type of dudes she was with in the past. But I can guarantee none of them combined can please Geneva the way I can. Gina whispering nasty shit in my ear motivated me to up my stroke game as if wasn’t already supreme.

“What’s my name baby?” I mumbled not losing concentration.

Picking up her left leg I stretched it out and put it against my shoulder. G is fucking up my back and shoulders with her nails but the pleasure outweighs the pain from her actions.

“Oh my god..” She panted, palming the back of my head and bit the side of my ear.

“Say my name G. Scream it.” I demanded, pounding her shit with all that I had. This girl is beyond wet. I forgot how intense shower sex can be and what it does to her sex drive. “What I say Geneva?” Grabbing her by the neck I shook her a bit forcing her to look at me.

“A-K!” She moaned at the top of her lungs.

That’s right. That’s my name.

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Drying my hair off with a clean rag I walked out of the bathroom to hear Gina moving around in my closet.

“You still haven’t found anything to wear yet girl?” I joked, sitting in front of my bed. Laying the washcloth next to me I leaned forward resting my arms on my legs.

“Shut up Reggie.” G said with attitude.

Laughing at her switch up in moods I turned on the TV and was faced with the news.

“Tonight, authorities are once again looking for the notorious A-K and anyone associated with him. A young woman asking to be left unknown says she saw a group of men attacking three other men in an alley earlier today. There were gunshots heard and blood on the streets when police arrived on scene. We have no evidence as to whether A-K was involved but there is speculation due to the horrific scene behind me. A-K is famous for leaving crime scenes appearing like something out of Halloween. If anyone has any tips that could help, please do not hesitate to call your local authorities. I’m Elise Brown with Fox News.”

What’s funny to me about this news report is that my boys had nothing to do with it. Someone else must be out there trying to stamp my name on some bloody crime but my hands are clean for now. Gina walked out of my closet covered in a robe that was fully open. She was carrying some of her clothes still on their hangers. She laid the clothes across the bed and came to stand next to me.

“I see they’re on the hunt for you again. Did you have anything to do with that?” Gina asked, massaging my scalp.

Smirking at her words I relaxed under her touch and lowered the sound of the TV.

“No but they won’t believe that. You ready to get out of here?” I asked, looking up at her.

G nodded and leaned down to kiss me with her hands cupping my face.

“Almost..” She whispered, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

“Go put some clothes on, I’m ready to go.” I mumbled, leaning back to get more comfortable.

“Don’t boss me around.” She laughed softly, caressing my chin. Breaking the moment I looked at my watch to see if we had a small window of free time available. And we sure as hell do. Without any words I turned her body away from me so she was looking at the tv. “Reggie..what are you doing?” She quizzed frantically.

“Shut up and touch your toes.” I ordered. Gina was a good girl and did just what I asked. Sitting on the edge of the chair I made the part of her I’m craving available. “Don’t you move.” I warned. I copped a feel any place I could without breaking my disrupting my mid day snack.

“Agh, baby..” she muttered following my demands and keeping perfectly still.

Telling her to be quiet once more I pushed my face deeper to smother myself in her love. Gina couldn’t fight the moans and obscenities flowing from her mouth in agonizing desperation for me to do some real damage. It’s been a very long time since Gina has let me taste her so I know my current actions are most likely overwhelming her. Raising my hand I sent a hard slap across her ass and heard her curse at me. Bringing my other hand into play I turned my palm right side up and slid right into home. I viciously pumped my fingers in and out of her noticing Gina struggling to stay put. After setting her straight, I sat up to watch myself work and to bask in the sight of her dripping all over my hand and her thighs.

“Dance for me baby.“ I make a lot demands when I’m pleasing G. Me being the type of man with a naturally dominant personality comes in all aspects of life. Especially in the bedroom. Gina was apprehensive in the beginning when it came to accepting one of my biggest flaws but over time she got used to it. She obeys and we both get off to it.

I grinned devilishly, in complete love with her ass shaking while I continued to please her with just one hand. I went back in for one round to show Gina the A1 pleasure she deserves.

Minutes later and I had her creaming all over my lips, chin, and hand. I cleaned her up with my mouth and the towel next to me before helping her stand straight. Cleaning off my lips I sent a soft slap to her ass and waited for her to go finish getting ready before doing so myself.

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"Why you don’t wear lipstick more often?” I asked, sipping the Cognac in my glass. I needed an escape so I whisked G away to anywhere she wanted to go. So here we are out at dinner in this palace in Monaco. We’ve been here for a few hours now and my goodness have we done a lot since we landed. My boys are back home due to me wanting some alone time with Gina. Of course those fools suggested they should accompany us but I had to ward them off.

This vacation time is much needed. It’ll take some heat off me and the boys, firstly. And maybe this will help spark a fuse in my relationship with G, secondly.

“I don’t know. You never take me out so I have no reason to get dressed up. Do you like it?” Her cheeks flushed and her lashes fluttered slowly.

“I love it. That the only color you have?” I pressed, leaning into the table with my hands clasped together.

“No Reggie, I have a tons of colors from all the shopping sprees you’ve taken me on. I just never get to wear them anymore. How’s the business going?” She mumbled in a hushed voice.

Bowing my head I licked over lips and ran a hand over my mouth. Giving her attention again, I gazed deep into her eyes and told her the truth. “It’s because of you that I want to start over. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m tired baby.” Slumping shoulders I messed with my fork and knife and empty plate.

Gina reached over the table and set her hands on top of mine. “I’ll support you with whatever you choose. Just promise me you’ll think of your health and future before making any drastic changes Reg.” She advised with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah I'ma do that but I feel like there’s someone or something that’s gonna hold me back. I don’t even want to go back to Cleveland, Gina. I want to stay over here and start my life over. You’re the only real family I have left. I love my boys to death but they can’t give me the kind of love that you can. Please don’t let me fuck around and die.” I begged holding her hands firmly. I don’t want to sound weak but this mission is really starting to bring me down. I’ve never been more exhausted and all I want to do is quit.

Gina and I had an intense, emotional conversation about everything that’s happened since my family’s death up until yesterday. I enjoy these talks as much as I enjoy making love to her. She completes me. I need her in my life. More and more people were leaving the palace so it was just us and a few others.

“Let me take this picture of you right quick before we head out.” Pulling my phone out, I turned it back on in an instant.

“Why?” She quizzed defensively. I looked up to see G blushing up a storm. She was as red as a rose even with her skin being so olive toned. Chuckling at her bashfulness I opened up the camera and held my phone up.

“Just one picture. Please.” I gave her an award winning smile and got one in return.

“Ok, fine. Just one.” She pointed strongly. I sat back and let baby girl prepare herself. She even went as far as applying another coat of lipstick. When I felt she was set to go, I snapped the picture of the most wonderful person in my life.

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Pulling my shorts up I tucked the strings on my sweatshirt inside and went out to the balcony. G was standing in front of the railing in this purple pullover and a pair of my boxers. Even with her thighs and ass fitting perfectly into the legs the fabric is still falling from her waist. Gina has somehow managed to keep the same figure throughout the course of our relationship. I don’t give a damn about my baby’s weight just as long as she is happy with the way she looks in the mirror. If she’s not feeling good about herself I like to be on board with any idea she has on how to get her groove back. And I also have my own personal way of making her feel good about her body.

Her hair is all transformed into various types of waves and curls and other weird shapes. And the way she has her eyebrows on a day to day basis is no doubt dramatic but only because that’s their natural shape. They fit her face due to the way she gets them done. Her eyes are what get me every time I look into them. They’re a hybrid of green and light brown, one of the most beautiful sights and scary. The makeup she wears every single day darkens her eye color by at least two shades but when her face is bare, she looks like a another person.

“You not cold?” I spoke with my hand in my shorts.

Gina laughed at my concern and crossed her right leg over the left. She then leaned forward to rest her elbows on the railing.

“Are you cold?” She shot back with sass. Chuckling at her witty comeback I licked my lips and answered with a yes. She and I stood side by side with the night sky taking over. I caught a whiff of her perfume and smiled to myself.

“I’ve been thinking about us a lot over these last couple of weeks. Now that I’m done with school and have my degree, I feel like I finally have it all together.” G expressed, peaking my interest.

“Oh yeah?” I mumbled, scratching my cheek.

Gina stood up straight and took a deep breath in, moving closer to me.

“What do you wanna do?” I asked looking down at her.

“I want to stay. I want to stay with you.” G spoke, slowly shifting her hand over to mine. Her pinky finger found itself on top of mine, interlocking the two together.

“Are you sure? You can leave at any time. I’m gonna try not to be selfish with you anymore but baby..please don’t go. You’re my everything Geneva and I’m sorry if that puts a lot of pressure on you but it’s how I feel. I really do enjoy having you around to motivate me on a day to day basis. But on the other hand, I can’t make you stay with me if you’re unhappy so if that’s the case then just let me know. We’ll figure out where to go from from here.” I said feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Gina close the gap between us and stood in front of me. She grabbed my arms and enclosed herself in them. “I’m not going anywhere. Us against them right?” She muttered, resting her head on my chest.

I’m glad she’s not leaving me because if she did, I’d die all over again like I did that day.

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Four: Reclaim What’s Yours

GENEVA

“Wow.” Exhaling sharply I fanned my hair out above my head to fan my face, neck and chest. I haven’t felt this relieved and stress free in such a long time. The weed is only a portion of why I feel so light and airy this early morning. The sex and my emotional state are the other pieces to this puzzle. Reggie and I stopped having regular sex like normal couples weeks ago. Why this happened..I’m not sure. But tonight just threw me all out of whack. I’m more confused now than I was before. If what we just did was a test, then Reggie passed with flying colors.

He made good love to me. Every minute of our escapade was so wonderful. It was raw, electric, animalistic, hot and sweaty sex. I forgot how good Reggie is in bed because of how long we’ve been apart intimately. I care for this man so much and I still like him. And although I’m lost on what do with my life, I want to stay here with him because he’s so good to me. There’s nothing more he can do that he doesn’t do already.

Looking over at him sleeping like a baby I moved over to be closer to him. He loves me so much and I feel so very guilty for capturing his heart. Right now, I don’t feel good enough for him. I don’t feel worthy. I feel as if he’s wasting his love on me when there’s another woman who deserves it. But just thinking about him and another girl seemed to piss me off.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you.” Kissing the corner of his mouth, I laid my head on his chest and watched the rain falling down.

“It’s because of my obsession with killing the people who took away my family right?” He spoke back, scaring me a bit.

Sitting up in my spot I studied Reggie’s half illuminated face to see if he was sleep talking or actually awake.

“Reggie, you’re awake?” I asked quietly.

Reggie turned to face me completely with the subtle moonlight overtaking his features. The sadness in his eyes matched the feeling in my heart down to a T.

“You stopped loving me because I started loving the thrill behind killing the niggas who took my family away more than I was loving you. Am I right?”

Taking a second to ponder his thought I traveled back in time mentally. Could he be right? No, he can’t be. I’ve never felt any neglect from Reggie in all the time we’ve been together. From the day we met up until right now he’s been very loving, caring, and affectionate. There is a possibility that somewhere down the line he lost sight of what is truly important in life. Reggie’s kill mission has totally consumed him.

“Maybe?” I shrugged watching his eyes close instantly.

“I knew it. Damnit Geneva! Why didn’t you tell me this before so we wouldn’t have to get to where we are now?” Reggie spazzed, sitting up straight as an arrow and rubbing his face all over. I looked off to the side unsure of what to say. How could I tell him what’s changed when I haven’t paid much attention my damn self? “Gina I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t realize I was more invested in killing than being your man. If I could go back and change time I’d do it right now.” Reggie sighed deeply and fell back against the sheets with such force.

Re-positioning myself, I rested my cheek over his heart listening to the rapid beating. His now calm and even paced breathing helped to soothe me. Reggie held onto my hand and played in my hair while we laid in silence. Our naked bodies pressed up against one another allowed us to share the warmth we individually possess.

“Why do you love me Reggie?” I whispered, still toying with our bonded hands.

“You’re a good woman and you stayed with me on the worst day I’ve ever lived to experience. You were somewhat of a stranger to me then but I admired that you spent your time with me. And even though we haven’t been on the same page lately you haven’t treated me any different.” He mumbled truthfully. “Are you happy? I mean here in my home, in my life.” He questioned solemnly. Reggie didn’t force me to look at him but I felt like I didn’t have a choice. His character at times is magnetic. I feel drawn towards him even when I don��t want to be near him.

“Sometimes I miss my family but I’m happy here. I know it doesn’t make sense on how I can be happy with you and not love you but it’s possible. Are you happy with your life Reggie? Because there are days where I don’t feel like you are. All you’ve been doing is tracking down the guys who took away your family and getting rid of them. And aside from that, you just come here to be with me. What do you want to do with your life? I mean when this is all over.” I think it’s time to get serious when it comes to Regginald.

I was quick to turn on the bedside lamp and get back to my position. Looking Reggie in the eyes I saw that familiar ‘I’m lost, please help me’ look. I’ve never spoken on the silent cry for help I’ve noticed within him and now is a great time to do so. Poor baby is lost.

“I don’t know G. My family’s revenge is very important to me. I can’t forgive them for taking my mom, dad, sisters and brothers. They took all of that from me and now I’m stuck trying to fill this fucking void. I drive to that house every week on the same day just to catch a glimpse of the past only to break down and cry. Attempting to relive the good days is pointless because all I ever see when I look at that house, is death.” He muttered with bitterness and pain leaking from his mouth. Reggie laid both hands behind his head as stared at the ceiling not saying a word.

This is what’s wrong. Reggie has never come to the realization of how badly this mission has taken over his life. He feels that he needs to carry this job out in order to feel peace. Once upon a time I threatened to leave him if he didn’t stop killing. He did for a solid month until he slipped. I caught him in the act just as he beheaded some guy with a big ass machete. The look of glee and pain on Reggie’s face that morning was one I’ll never forget.

I wasn’t happy with how much time he spent out in the streets until the crack of dawn. That’s why I threatened to leave in the first place. He also went through a heavy period of living in the strip club as a distraction from life. Reggie hasn’t taken the time to properly mourn the death of his family and I think that’s another issue he needs to face head on. I found the source of our issues! All this time I’ve been dreaming of another man who isn’t real was just a distraction from what I really want. What I want is for Reggie to get his shit together and make something of his life and be a better man for himself. And if he’s a better man for himself then he’s a better man for me. He may be young but he’s very wise and he’s loaded with charm, wit, and intelligence. That’s what makes him as sexy as he is. Our age difference was only a small portion of the problem when we first started messing around. But I don’t mind it now.

Turning his face back to me I thought over in my head whether to kiss him or not. I want to so badly but I don’t want to push myself into him.

His fingertips caressing my cheek and jawline covered me in bliss. I adore how gentle he is with me. It’s a different side to him that his friends never see.

“Gina I want to fix this. If I’m the reason behind your change of heart, let me fix it. If it’s my actions that caused you to change your mind on how you feel about me, let me fix that. I know this relationship hasn’t been the smoothest but I really do love and appreciate you for sticking by me after all this time. I know I can change and I’m ready to if that means you’ll give me the opportunity to.”

He won me over. It was that easy. Deep down I think he knows that his obsession with revenge has blinded him. I am also to blame for us drifting apart and I take responsibility for my end. In my heart I know he takes responsibility as well. The second our lips touched my mind traveled back to the first time we slept together.

I just the want the best for Reggie. He watched his family get murdered in broad daylight. That is a scene that will forever scar him. On a positive note, I do give him props for staying so focused on this task of his. I don’t agree with the killing but I respect him and his choices. Simply from one human to another, I want Reggie to know I’ll always hold a high level of respect for him.

The eagerness in the kiss and the softness of his lips took me to another place inside. My blood is flowing and my temperature is rising. I have several parts of me yearning for another round but I couldn’t find the courage to tell him. It’s clear that Reggie is on the same page as me except he’s hungrier. He lifted me onto his lap and not once broke the kiss that we were so heavily caught up in.

Feeling Reggie push the covers back and grab a hold of himself, I got the memo to readjust myself. I positioned my pelvis perfectly, continuing our kiss and letting him take the lead. Reggie’s hips lifted up off the bed as he guided himself to my entrance.

“Sit back on it.” He demanded. He pushed me back and looked at my body up and down in such a proud manner.

His hands took hostage of my hips as I slid down on his shaft at a snail's pace. “Ooh..” I moaned accident throwing my head back. I placed my hands on my chest and got a nice, steady rhythm going. An escape from all of life’s troubles is just what I need.

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The Switch: Part One

---- SABRINA ----

Zipping myself into my new shoes I stood up straight, walking over to the full length mirror. I checked myself out head to toe looking for anything that needs to be fixed. Tonight is my birthday party at Ravyn’s house and I’m very anxious to see what the hell she planned for me. She told to me to show up at ten o’clock exactly because she had some last minute touches to put on the party. I didn’t even understand why she said that but I just agreed. It’s been about two months since I’ve started my search for a donor and with all the luck in the world I found a great candidate.

Since we’ve been getting along quite well I invited him to the party tonight. We’ve been hanging out since I first met him just we can get to know one another. Corey is supposed to meet me tonight being that I asked him if he would meet Julian. He was against it when I first asked him but after begging and pleading, Corey agreed to the meeting.

The alarm on my phone went off telling me it’s time to get going. With one last glance at myself I walked over to my dresser to spritz on a little more perfume. I touched bases with my chest, neck, wrists and the back of my neck. Cutting the lights in the bedroom I headed out the door. Time for a relaxing night out.

“So where is this guy?” Corey asked, throwing back a shot with me. I searched the room looking for Julian not seeing him anywhere.

“He’s here somewhere. One of the ladies might have stolen him. Are you having a good time? You look like you want to say something but you’re holding back because he’s here.” I said, stealing the other shot he was about to take.

“I’m good. I just want to meet your new man that’s all. So what’s he like?” Corey took the glass and threw back yet another shot.

I turned just in time to see Julian entering the room trying to fight off Kelly who is clearly drunk beyond repair. “Why don’t you ask him yourself and be nice..” I warned seeing Julian walk my way. The closer he got the bigger my smile became and I knew Corey noticed.

“I was kidnapped I swear. I stepped away for two minutes to look for the bathroom and next thing I know I’m fighting off an adult size piranha. Is she always like that?” Julian chuckled, looking around us.

“Who Kelly? Yes. It’s worse when she’s drunk. Julian I want to introduce you to someone...Corey..Julian..” I opened the floor up to them both waiting to see what will happen.

Corey set the glass on the counter and reached forward shaking Julian’s extended hand. “Nice to meet you bruh..” he said with a slur.

“How’s it going? Sabrina tells me you two are real close.” Julian cleared his throat not taking his eyes off of Corey. The amount of dominance and pride I’m sensing right now is insane. I’m not sure if this was a good idea or not.

“Oh yeah, extremely..isn’t that right Bri?” Corey roped me in for a strong side hug. I threw one arm behind his back, stabbing him with my nails. He ignored what I did and laid his chin on top of my head. “Nah but really we are close. We’ve been friends since we were kids so she’s like family to me a little bit.” Corey kissed my forehead roughly and stuck around for maybe ten minutes to talk to Julian.

When it was just the two of us I felt like I needed to apologize on Corey’s behalf. “He’s…” I can't even describe Corey in a short amount of words like I really want to.

“Protective? You sure he’s not secretly feeling you and just not saying anything?” Julian assumes.

“What? No. No, Corey and I are friends that’s it. We look out for each other but I promise you have nothing to worry about.” I assured. “Let me introduce you to some of my other friends.” Grabbing his hand I walked him over to Ravyn and my other girls.

I know Corey wouldn’t purposely sabotage what I have going with Julian no matter what he’s feeling. I can only hope for the best.

---- COREY ----

“Come on handsome it’s time for Bri to cut the cake..” Ravyn pushed me from behind over to where everyone was heading. I stumbled behind everybody going out back. I saw Bri and her sperm donor standing all close in front of her cake. He was all in her ear making her laugh and holding her close. Everyone gathered around singing Bri happy birthday with proud smiles on their face.

I stayed somewhat in the shadows, swaying along to the sound of their voices with a bottle in my hand. Once the main event of the night was over I went back inside. I’m drunk off my ass and once I spotted the perfect place to chill until I’m sober enough to drive, I was set. These last couple of months have been kind of hectic. I’ve been traveling a lot more for work but the gigs have been A1. Over the last three weeks or so I’ve had four design companies, two modeling agencies, and Tesla contact me to work for them. I accepted every job knowing damn well those kind of opportunities don’t happen to me everyday.

I haven’t talked much to Bri about her new venture and quite frankly it’s hard for me to even address the topic. The only way we talk about this baby thing is if she brings up the subject first. Of course I wonder how it’s going and what’s been going on but I just can’t fathom asking her about the shit myself. Bri turns thirty as of tomorrow afternoon at 2pm, officially. My guess would be that she’s feeling the pressure of that whole biological clock bullshit. I’ve been telling that girl to just take it slow and wait for her time to come but she’s so hardheaded!

I worry for Sabrina every day. She’s street smart and book smart, she’s got a ton of life experience and she’s about her shit. She’s a great girl but she’s too into the hype of settling down. I don’t doubt for a second that she won’t make a good mother because I know she will. I just don’t like when she’s in a rush to accomplish certain goals. All I’ve ever told her is to have patience and trust the path life has for her. But Sabrina is stubborn so there’s only so much advice she actually listen to.

Getting up from the chair I did a little stretch and took my ass to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and glanced around the room carefully. “Bri..you’ve got some weird ass friends.” Shaking my head at the volume of crystals, buddha references, and chakra decor I walked over to the sink to wash my hands first. After I took a quick piss and washed my hands again I spotted a cup on the counter.

“What the fuck..” I slurred. Moving closer I picked the cup realizing it was a specimen cup. “Ohh, it’s little Julian Jr in here..” Chuckling to myself at what I was holding I sat down on the toilet seat lid and examined the cup. “Congrats Julian..you’re gonna be a daddy..well sort of..” Shaking my head quickly I twisted my hat around to face the back.

I grabbed one of the buddha statues and set it on my right knee leaving space for the cup. “Little Julian..I wish upon you great success in life. May you look just like Bri and may you look nothing like yo ugly ass father..” I joked. Stupidly I dropped the cup on the floor watching the contents spill out on the purple rug. I thanked the man above for letting this nasty shit spill away from my J’s.

“Oh shit!” I panicked, wondering how the hell I’m gonna explain this. A knock on the door scared me so I had to think of something quick to get whoever it is away from this room. “Go away! I’m gonna be a while!” I shouted waiting to see if they would stay or leave. Pacing the bathroom floor with my hands on my head I stared at the floor seeing Julian’s little swimmers just sit there. “Bri is gonna kill me..aw fuck Bri is gonna kill me..” Exhaling sharply I thought of a plan to fix this mess.

Suddenly I came up with the only logical explanation that will solve my problems tonight. Taking a seat again I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. Stopping at a random name I called up one of my home girls knowing she would answer.

“It’s been a minute. How are you handsome?” Eva spoke off bat.

“Wassup mama, I’m good. Yo I need a favor and please don’t ask me any questions.” I said in a rush. Glancing at the time I slapped myself in the head at how late it’s getting.

“Whatever you need I’m your girl. What’s going on?” Eva questioned softly.

“Facetime me and I’ll tell you the rest.” I unbuckled my belt waiting for this girl to just do what I asked of her.

“I take it you’re in a sticky situation?” She continued to press.

“Come on Eva, I said no questions. Just facetime me baby c’mon..” I plead. Eva complied and the second she saw my face I let her know what the deal was. Hopefully this goes over well because I’ll be damned if I ruin Bri’s plans to have this baby. Regardless if I support the route she’s going with I’d never want to stand in the way of her happiness.  

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The Switch: Part Two

Six Years Later - Hello

---- COREY ----

Sabrina and I recently reached out to me. She left a voicemail on my phone telling me she’s moving back to New York. I was on set at a shoot for Mercedes when I randomly decided to check my phone seeing her message awaiting for me to hear. I broke my camera and had to reschedule that gig for a later date. I still can’t believe she called me. Shit honestly I didn’t think she’d even remember my number but she surprised the hell out of me. I got nervous when I first heard her speak. A secret part of me was wondering if she was calling to tell me she was in trouble but thankfully that’s not the case. No matter how far apart we are or how little we talk, she’ll always be on my mind.

I cleared my schedule for the weekend just so I can use some personal time to catch up with her. Ever since she left that message I’ve been wondering what drove her back here. In due time I should figure it out though. My lack of a romantic life has me on a bit of a dry spell. And every night I have to go to bed with blue balls I think of Bri teasing me that I should settle down with somebody. But there’s nobody here that’s caught my eye enough for me to even consider settling. Recently I did start messing around with this girl but it’s not going anywhere. My nigga Brian says I’m stuck on Sabrina and so do my folks. Although she has been part of the reason why I’m hesitant to get serious with just one girl, she’s not the whole reason. But I can’t forget that she did leave me high and dry without another word after her party so many years ago. Time got the best of our friendship. That’s what I can say to describe our status in nice words. Work took over my life and being a new mother took over hers. She made the impression on me that she was interested in getting serious with Julian but that could be me just speculating.

Rolling over on the couch I ended up going too far and fell off the shit. My dumbass ended up getting cut in the head in the process. “So fucking stupid..” I groaned, standing up feeling my phone vibrate from within my pocket. The sight of Sabrina’s face freaked me out but I have to calm myself down before I answer her call.

Smoothing my shirt out caused me to run my hand over my head. What the fuck am I doing? Pulling my phone out I slid my finger across the screen putting the call on speaker. “Speak of the she devil..” I said off bat.

Her laugh managed to soothe my soul. I feel like that’s the sound I really needed to hear. “You haven’t changed a bit. I’m so happy to be home and I’m even happier to hear your voice. What are you doing? How are you?” She asked curiously.

“I’m good as always. I shot for some people you always said I would too. You’ll be the first to get physical prints, you already know. How’s the life of being a mommy? How’s Julian treating you?” Shaking my head at the fact that I said that fool’s name I took a seat on the couch.

“Hold on one second..” She muttered super close to the receiver. A door shut from her end and then I heard her exhale. “Sorry I had to step outside. Life is good. I got what I always wanted but I lost something I’ve always needed.” The sound of her sniffling peaked my interest.

“What about Julian..come on you don’t have to hold back on how gre-“

“It’s just me. No Julian.” She blurted out. “It didn’t work out between us. So it’s just been me and my baby ever since. So what have you been up to? Are you going busy tonight, I wanna see you and catch up.” A sudden pause turned into a whole five minutes of silence from me. She’s not with Julian huh? Even more interesting. “Corey..Corey?” she called out to me.

“Yeah Bri I’m here. We can meet up tonight, I’m free all weekend actually. What time you wanna get together?” I asked. Jumping up off the couch I walked back to my closet looking for something to wear. I want to get ready as soon as possible.  

“Well right now Izaiah and I are waiting for his bed set to get delivered to the house. Let’s meet at seven at Mokbar. Izaiah just so happens to love noodles almost as much as you so I figure that’s a perfect place to meet. Unless you have someplace else in mind..” The open invitation to choose any place I want is tempting but tonight is not about me. It’s about making up for lost time with my closest friend.

Shaking my head promptly I continued picking out random items that I might wear. “No, that’s perfect. I haven’t been there in a while. So what’s little man like? Does he have any hobbies?”

“He’s very charismatic. Kinda like you. Oh and he loves to collect pennies, toy cars, and stamps. He’s not very athletic but he does have a slight interest in baseball. Julian tried to teach him but they never really got along so Zay just kinda gave it up. He still likes to watch the games on tv and go see them live but he hasn’t really had anyone to teach him how to play. And you know I suck at anything that involves athleticism.” She explained laughing bitterly towards the end.

Flashbacks of Bri trying out for different sport teams in school made me laugh. “Yeah sports aren’t your thing. But hey..listen let me get some things done and I will see you both at seven.” I said.

“Okay. I can’t wait to see you Corey. I’ll see you tonight, besos.” She chimed in just before she hung up.

So finally after six years I get to see the face of Sabrina Delores Guerrero. She’s been in a couple of my dreams and a few of my fantasies over the years. I never made anything of it simply because I never thought of her that way. Our friendship is airtight and nothing can break that. Not even the occasion spark.

Walking into Mokbar I scanned the area twice and doubled back once I saw her. There she was zoned out with a glass of what appears to be water in front of her. I hope I look alright. Bri always finds something about me to talk her shit about. Exhaling I ventured closer. “Motherhood did you good girl..” I spoke up catching her attention.

“Ay dios mio, oh Corey it’s so good to see you.” She cheesed, standing up so I could see her full on. Pregnancy really did her body good. Not to mention her skin looks flawless and her hair is just as shiny as ever.

“Damn you look good girl. Come here..” I engulfed her little body into a hug feeling that inner peace come back. I never thought I would crave a hug from this woman right here.

“I’m trying so hard not to cry..” She sniffled against the side of my neck. “I’m so fucking happy to see you again. Let me look at you.” She pulled away and looked me up and down, sighing calmly. “You look good. Even still look 25.” Sabrina did that thing where she has to smooth out my eyebrows because they’re ‘too bushy but too perfect to be going in different directions’.

Sucking my teeth at her lame ass I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of the chair. “Girl please. I always look youthful. So where is he? Where is the infamous Izaiah?” I asked looking around for little man.

“Oh he’s over there by the fountain. They fascinate him. Listen..if he says anything out of the ordinary just go along with it. He can be a little..crazy and direct with his opinions.” She nodded looking over at the fountain where three boys were all face down in the water. “Izaiah..baby come here please.” Sabrina stood up and went over the boy on the far right practically pulling him out of the fountain.

He stood up straight and hit Bri with this blank stare whilst holding a handful of pennies. I couldn’t help but crack a smile at the devilish look Bri’s son just gave her. “Hijo, what did we talk about taking pennies from the fountain huh? You can’t keep doing that Zay. Here sit down.” Bri pulled out a chair little man and he sat down searching for something. “What’s wrong? What are you looking for?” She quizzed.

“Napkin to dry my pennies. Who’s this?” He asked looking up at me.

“This is Corey. This is your Tio Corey I’ve been telling you about. What do you say when you meet new people for the first time?” Bri took the wet pennies and set them in a napkin, drying them off and setting the bundle aside.

“Hi, my name is Izaiah and I’m six years old. I collect cars, pennies, and stamps. What do you do for a living?” Izaiah looked me dead in the eyes with his small hands clasped together behind his plate.

His full introduction took me by surprise and it gave me a weird sense of comfort. “It’s nice to meet you little man. I’m a designer and a photographer, that’s what I do for a living.” Flagging down a waiter I sat back in my chair.

“What do you design? What do you take pictures of?” He pressed on with confidence.

“Now Zay let's not be so intrusive on the first night okay. Don’t scare him.” Bri cut in.

“I’m just curious.” Little man hit me with a shrug and this look of ‘where did you get this woman’.

“He’s a character. He’s definitely you!” I chuckled. I ordered myself a drink and whatever Bri and Izaiah wanted to eat as well. She and I caught up on the lightweight stuff since we had such a young guest nearby. We agreed to get into the nitty gritty shit another time. To my surprise little man even joined in on some of our conversations. He’s quite a talker at his age but he’s refreshing to talk to. He has so many opinions on the world but I respect it.

After Izaiah started to get restless we left the restaurant and walked through city. We stopped by Central Park, Zay picked up more pennies along the walk and he even fed some pigeons.

“Aw man what a night. I never thought a six year old could be so into life.” Looking across the street both ways I led Bri and Zay back to where her car is. He ran up ahead once we got closer to the curb and over to a store.

“He’s so curious about life. When he asks a question it’s never a matter of just okay. He wants to know so much more about everything. I swear he loves to learn. He’s also a book worm like you used to be when were kids.” Bri held onto my arm just as we stepped onto the curb.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets seeing Izaiah press his face up against the glass. “Yeah I can see that. He’s a good kid though and I can tell he really loves you Bri. I bet you make a damn good mom.” Looking down at her I hit her with a smirk only making her playfully punch me in my ribs.

“Mommy can we go in here?” Izaiah blurted out suddenly.

Bri looked ahead of us seeing Zay grip the door handle, ready to run inside. “No papi we have to go home. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” She frowned.

He went inside the store anyway causing me to bust out laughing. “Damn that kid has some balls.” I teased.

“Yes he does. He’s very strong willed.” She shrugged. Bri and I walked over to the store window watching little man gawk at the toy cars of all sizes. The store associate approached Zay striking up a fast conversation that we couldn’t hear. “Oh I love him so much. He’s so me and he’s himself at the same time.” She sniffled, laying her head on my shoulder.

“Where’s the sperm donor? Why didn’t it work out?” I asked cautiously. Sabrina squeezed my arm and turned at an angle to where she was facing me.

“He didn’t get along well with Izaiah. The connection between he and I was fine but because he didn’t stay on civil terms with my baby I had to cut him off. Long story for another day. But luckily Zay has settled into himself with just the two of us around.” She waved inside at Izaiah who had caught our attention from inside the store.

“Does he ask about where his father is? Does he ever ask how he got here?” I asked.

“Yeah there’s been a few conversations about where babies come from and where is my husband. He hasn’t given up on the subject yet though. It gets harder to give him an answer every time. Let’s go see what he found before he talks this guy's head off.” Bri and I went in the store to walk in on the shop owner negotiating prices for this classic red Chevelle collectible.

I stepped in and settled their debate for a good price of $100 versus $250. As my gift to Zay I bought the toy car for him since he liked it so much. After we left Izaiah mentioned ice cream and me being a sucker for sweets myself I took him to a spot his mom and I used to go to, way back in the day. I learned that cherry garcia is Zay’s favorite flavor and man did he fuck it all up. Sabrina ended up inviting me back to her new place since it’s getting late and Izaiah needed to go to bed.

“Mommy..you were smiling a lot around uncle Corey. Do you like him?” I heard Izaiah ask as I rounded the corner to the bathroom. Stopping dead in my tracks I listened in for Bri’s response.

“Aw baby I think you misunderstood. Uncle Corey is my best friend. He’s like my older brother in a way. I was smiling because you two finally got to meet and I missed him.” She mumbled.

“He seems nice for you. And he doesn’t dress like a weirdo.” They both laughed. “Can I wear the race car pajamas?” He quipped while simultaneously yawning like a grown man.

“Of course you can.” She agreed. I walked quietly over to his room and snuck a glance of them goofing around while Bri tried to get him ready for bed.

“You’re not mad at me about the pennies are you mom?” He tugged on Bri’s hand just before she could stand up and walk away from his bed.

“Que? No honey I’m not mad at you at all. I know how much you like to collect pennies but no I’m not mad. Get some sleep okay? I love you.” Sabrina knelt by his bed and leaned in to hug him.

“I love you too mommy. Say goodnight to uncle Corey for me please or can I do it?” He bargained.

“I’ll tell him. Goodnight mi amor..dulce suenos.” Sabrina gave him one last kiss and stood up, walking towards the door. Hurriedly I made my way back to the living room like I never heard anything. “Zay says goodnight. He really likes you.” She too yawned and slid down on the opposite end of the couch.

The smell of her really made me feel better about life. Having her gone for so many years really brought me down. I hope she’s here to stay this time.

“He is quite the kid. But you did a good job with him. He’s gonna be fine later on in life.” I said, placing my phone on the table after I turned the sound on silent.

“So what’s going on in your life? No woman has snatched you up yet?” She asked, crossing her legs. She got comfortable and hugged herself to block the chill in the air.

Taking off my sweatshirt I handed it to her so she wouldn’t freeze to death. Not even challenging me she pulled my hoodie over her head and fixed it on herself.

“This is gonna sound so weird but I’ve missed the smell of you.” She whispered, glancing over at the window.

“Why did you leave? And why didn’t you give me more time?” I’ve been beating myself up for not asking these questions sooner and now that we’re alone I want some answers.

“I never meant to purposely hurt you or our friendship Corey. I thought that by moving it would help me figure out some personal shit I had going on. At the time New York wasn’t the best place for me to raise a baby. Not with the environment I was in, not with the job I had. I just needed a change but after a while I felt empty. Aside from Zay, I didn’t have much to make me smile anymore. I came home because of you and for him.” she answered somberly.

“Bri..that’s bullshit. Well some of it is. You know I would’ve helped you with anything you needed me to. If you needed a babysitter I would’ve been here before you could even call. You left me Sabrina. You left me without so much as a word and believe or not I tried to hate you for that. I really did but my heart wouldn’t let me.” Confessing to her that once upon a time I had ill will feelings towards her is a weight off my shoulders. When I looked over at her I felt bad for my confession once I saw that tear roll down her cheek.

“And you had every right to feel that way. I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job of keeping in touch with you. I thought that with Julian around I would have such a smooth ride into motherhood but I had just the opposite. I made due and bid my time as a single mother after I broke it off with him. But this is my home and I want to make it Zay’s home. Perdoname por favor.” Sabrina took a minute to gather herself while I did the same thing.

We’ve got a lot of catching up to do and making up for the time we lost with one another. Now that she’s settled into her role as a parent, maybe this transition back home will be easier for her. Reaching across the couch I grabbed her hand and silently plead for her to come to my side. She cuddled up to me with her attention out the window. The view from her living room is one you can’t miss. Sabrina has always managed to live in a place with great views of the city and nothing has changed.

“You still cold?” I asked wrapping an arm around her body. She shook her head and leaned into me, toying with my pants leg.

“Thank you for tonight. It meant the world to me to have you meet Izaiah. He reminds me of you so much it’s not even funny.” She yawned softly, laying her hand on my thigh. Her hand touching my leg the way it is gave me a weird feeling. I don’t usually get these feelings with her so I don’t know what this means.

“Aw come on you think you’re the only one who was happy about tonight? It was my pleasure really. Ever since you left I’ve been wondering how motherhood is treating you but now I see. I always told you would come out okay didn’t I?” I retorted sinking into the couch more.

“Yeah you did. Can you stay for a while? Please..” Bri patted my arm forcing me to look down at her from an odd angle.

I nodded in silence searching her eyes in a way I never have before.

“I should’ve said this on the phone the first time we spoke earlier but I really missed you and I'm happy you’re home.” Using my thumb I wiped away another tear that was seconds from touching bases with her cheek.

She gave my leg a soft squeeze and turned to look out the window. And that was that. I don’t know what she wants to do tomorrow but I’m down for whatever. Maybe I can get in her head to find out what really happened with Julian. After all, she still owes me a shit ton of answers.

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‘el ano de la serpiente’

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First completed and successful portrait. Materials used: 6B, 4B, 2B, HB, 4H, 6H & 0.2mm lead pencils. 12x12. Muse: @cocoaflowerr (IG).

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Sketchbook assignment for my drawing class. I chose Simone because her facial profile is magnificent. She’s one of the few females I follow on IG who doesn’t use filters and cover her face.