Fight For My Heart (18 page)

I walk into the bathroom, blow my nose, and look at my reflection to make myself more presentable, then go back out.
“Did you fuck her? You married her. Did you consummate it?” It’s the only question that matters right now, to me at least.

“Baby” He breathes.

“NO! Did you?” I yell at him. I need to know, even if I know it will hurt. I look at him, but he doesn’t speak.

“Fuck, I don’t know. I woke up in a hotel room with her. We weren’t naked, but we didn’t have all of our clothes on either. I can’t remember shit from that night; after I blacked out. .” He says as he stares between his legs, elbows on his knees with his head down. All breath leaves my body.

I don’t speak, just look down, as he looks at me and gets up and walks towards me. He grabs my hips and brings me towards him, I know I’m not going to kiss him, so he has a fist to the face coming if he tries.

He rubs my belly and kneels down in front of me. “I love you baby girl, your daddy loves you so so, much princess.”

I step away and the last thing I do is throw his bag to him and say, “Get the fuck out and do not come back.”

I turn and walk from the one man who I thought would be my future, and make me happy for the rest of my life.

How wrong I was…

I rub her belly; breathing in her scent. I rub my hands up her side and over the top of her, feeling the roundness of my child growing inside of her. I give her stomach a kiss and whisper, “I love you baby girl, your daddy loves you so so, much princess.”

I’m still kneeling on the floor, when she pulls back and throws my bag at my kneeling body. I look at her, and try to show her with my eyes how sorry I am. All of a sudden I can’t breathe, as I hear her say, “Get the fuck out and do not come back.”

I have no choice, but to watch the love of my life, mother of my child, and what I hoped to be the beginning of a life I shouldn’t deserve, but fuck I wanted it. I sit back on my knees, and reach for my bag. When I finally find the strength to stand up I walk to the dresser that has pictures of Taleah’s friends and family. I look over all of them until I get to the ones of me and Te together. Damn all the memories, me and that girl have shared over these last few months; I really thought that this was it for me. I find the picture I was looking for. It’s one of us having a barbeque, here at her townhouse. She looks so fucking beautiful with her hair up in a pony tail, wearing a white summer dress; she’s barefoot so she only reaches to the middle of my chest. I have one of my arms draped over her shoulder holding her by her chest back to me, while my other arm is snaked around her waist on top of her growing bump. Her arms are holding the arm that’s around her chest, and we’re both smiling at the camera. We both look so happy; like nothing could have turned our world upside down. I grab the picture off of the dresser and the one next to it, the one of the last sonogram we went to together. I throw them in my bag and run out of the room, down the steps and out the front door. I jump into my truck and sit there, watching the light in the nursery turn off. I know she’s in there
;
it’s her safe haven. I wanted to talk to her again before I left, but after everything that has happened I know I need to give her some space.

“FUCK!!” I shout into the quietness around me.

How the fuck did this happen? I would never have touched that evil bitch. Something just doesn’t add up.

I have spent this last week away from my girl trying to figure out what the fuck happened that night. Rico and my dad were supposed to be on the plane right behind me, to meet me for conditioning before the flight. Something happened though, but neither of them will talk to me right now, because they are pissed that I fucked up everything with Taleah. Everything about going to the club and running into Carmen was just too damn coincidental for it to not have been a set up. The drinks, goddamn there were so many drinks; I remember pushing bitches off me, telling them to get the fuck out of my space. So how the fuck did Carmen get to me?

Too many questions, but the main question I have is, ‘how the fuck did we get married?’ You have to be lucid to sign a marriage license. I do know that much. Plus, neither Carmen nor her father will show me the marriage certificate. Those two are up to something. I just need an insider to help me figure out what exactly is really going on. I think I may know who can help me too.

Just then my phone rings ‘
RICO
’ is on the display. I hit the answer key.

“Before you say anything let me tell you that all of this is bull shit and I need your help.” I growl down the line. He’s silent for a few beats before I hear him exhale loudly.

“I believe you bro, but man this shit is messed up. Tell me what you need me to do.”

I explain my plan to him and who I think will be the best at helping us accomplish what I have set out to do. By the end of the conversation he’s on board and with that evil fucking laugh coming from the other end of my receiver I know he’s just as happy to go about the plan as I am.

With one last look at the nursery window, I put my truck in reverse and slowly back out the driveway; promising myself that the next time I’m here I won’t be leaving without my family again
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