Pyramids

Pyramids

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

A young adult, Cori, is just exploring her dating life. It isn't long until she realizes that a special person was in her life all along.

Summary

A young adult, Cori, is just exploring her dating life. It isn't long until she realizes that a special person was in her life all along.

Chapter1 (v.1) - So this is what happened

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 18, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 18, 2016

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Aisha was standing next to me on the dirt road in front of the hospital. She’d been in labor for 20 minutes so her husband Damien excitedly took her by the hand and guided her inside the maternity entrance, supply bag in hand. Her eyes were teary with joy and she removed her hands from around her mouth and took his hand and they left quickly. My friend who’d driven me to wait for the newborn twins was Damien’s cousin and best friend, Jeff. He knew him better than I did, so he stayed with me outside for a while, talking, and then ran in when he thought they’d be ready to allow family in the hospital room.

 

It took a really long time for him to reappear, but I’m a shy and reserved individual so I didn’t want to impede on the birth of their twins. I just waited outside using my car light to read, still present for their support until there was more news.

 

It was about two hours before Jeff came out and said, “It’s bad.” My heart sped up and my stomach dropped as I thought of what to say. “What happened?”

 

An hour later, Damien left with a lock of the baby’s hair in his hand. He looked at the baggie of hair smiling, but his eyes were pouring tears. He sobbed into his hand. Jeff, dear Jeff hugged him tight and said “It’s okay…” in his deep voice. He cried for a long time like that.

 

I told Damien, “I’m so sorry.” And he nodded but couldn’t speak.

 

When Damien left to be with his wife and surviving child, Jeff told me what happened. “The baby wasn’t able to breathe and living would have made her life tragic, so they had to make the ultimate parental decision. Doctors worked on her for what seemed like forever. They could usually help make it possible to bring the baby home but…” his voice trailed off and he shook his head slowly.

 

It was horrible for a while. For months I couldn’t visit with Damien and Aisha anymore. I always talked to Damien on the phone like old times but he was always exhausted and it was different somehow… Aisha was always in bed. He always told me the baby is so good and quiet and peaceful. They named her Natalia.

 

Half a year later they let me meet her and her brown eyes were buggy. She already had braids in her hair in little neon colored hair ties. Her lips were puffy around her pacifier and she wore footie pajamas with pink bows on them. I got to hold her and learn how to cradle a baby for the first time. I felt mainly awkward but honored to be welcome in this family as a close friend. Jeff had met her about a hundred times, but I just was too much for the bustle of postpartum depression I guess.

 

Weeks later I heard from Jeff that he’s taking the biggest step he’s ever taken in his life. “I told D if he wants Trinity, he can adopt her.”

 

“What!?” I was shocked.

 

“That’s great!” I said, because I knew he had trouble with her and affording things all babies should have—even just diapers. A lot of times mothers get it all, or a majority, in learning about childrearing. He was running out of money for food several times a week. It was making him look haggard and sick of life. I was usually going over to see this up close at Jeff’s house if my friend’s couldn’t have me over because I hated my life with my parents. They had mental problems and were never treated for them. They were abusive and hit me without reason or cussed at me over the littlest chores I wasn’t even told to do.

 

Jeff said, “Yeah, they were saying how much they want a sister for Natalia and I said he can always adopt my baby. I’m sure not in the best condition to be a father.”

 

I let out a polite laugh in noncontroversial agreement.

 

“You know me… I wasn’t expecting a baby. I didn’t even want my girlfriend but she ran off with some dude anyway! Now I’m in the single dad world like a chicken running around with my head cut off because that bitch was worse than me, but that doesn’t make me no better… The only reason I’m straight is because of this baby. I think I’d be running off with the cokeheads and those guys downtown slinging for more dope.”

 

Jeff was a hood kind of guy. He’d already dabbled in drugs, but not hardcore. Just didn’t want to be grown up and didn’t do what the man told him. But he was a good person inside. It’s just that when it came to his baby, he tried his hardest... and sometimes his hardest wasn’t good enough.

 

“He agreed because he wants a sister for Natalia so bad. Why not have my beautiful well-behaved daughter?” Jeff laughed. “You know what she said to me the other day? I was cleaning the dinner plates and she’d had fun playing with her ‘airplane’ corn dogs or whatever. So she said “Fly away, airplane weiner!”

 

We both laughed a lot at that one. Kids say the darndest things.

 

“I think that would be a really wise decision for her,” I told Jeff.

 

Over the years, the kids grew up. I’d see them on the rare hangouts, where they’d be rowdy and playing in the luxury of a shabby one floor house where they had free reign of all that space to run around. Damien and Jeff and I would drink while Aisha sat on the sides quietly. I always wondered about her. She was really pretty but way out of my league, as I was about 11 years younger than all of them. But I was a lesbian anyway and straight girls don’t like those for some reason? Blows my mind...

 

Jeff and I bonded so much because he bought me my first beers to binge drink and feel like I’m an adult for once instead of a little kid. I think we both were drawn to escapism and opening up on drunken nights where we could talk to each other and have the other to listen.

 

I graduated high school and went onto working at a pizzeria where I did well. I got a raise within a year and was trusted and diplomatic with my work. I took college classes on the side thinking I was gonna become an artist, not knowing how in hell I could manage a living off of that. So I still made due with my full time work and focusing on my priorities. Sketches and street art could be left on the side.

 

I dated girls here and there. My relationships had their fair share of problems until I was sick of it. From about 25-31 I was into drinking and having fun more than being serious or being nagged to stop doing what I’m doing by a lady friend.


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