blue rose... Chapters 2-6

blue rose... Chapters 2-6 blue rose... Chapters 2-6

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is a story for those who may not have gotten love right on the first go. For those who settle in a unhealthy relationship simply because it's comfortable or are afraid. For those who use the kids as an excuse to continue to be abused, neglected, feeling unwanted and loved at the same time. For the judgmental and opinionated. This is for those, who much like myself struggle to find love from within through the Grace of God. This is the realest love story ever told...

Summary

This is a story for those who may not have gotten love right on the first go. For those who settle in a unhealthy relationship simply because it's comfortable or are afraid. For those who use the kids as an excuse to continue to be abused, neglected, feeling unwanted and loved at the same time. For the judgmental and opinionated. This is for those, who much like myself struggle to find love from within through the Grace of God. This is the realest love story ever told...

Chapter1 (v.1) - blue rose... Chapters 2-6

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This is a story for those who may not have gotten love right on the first go. For those who settle in a unhealthy relationship simply because it's comfortable or are afraid. For those who use the kids as an excuse to continue to be abused, neglected, feeling unwanted and loved at the same time. For the judgmental and opinionated. This is for those, who much like myself struggle to find love from within through the Grace of God. This is the realest love story ever told...

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Submitted: January 13, 2015

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rose...

“Happy Birthday sis!” Rain says with her charming smile gleaming.  “Thank you, darling! You’re so sweet.  You know you didn’t have to do all this for me Rain!”  I say.  “Why not, it’s your birthday!  Come take your b-day shot real quick.  I got your favorite too.. Ciroc.”  Rain says as I enter her two bedroom apartment which is still neatly organized and tidy to perfection.  No signs of her packing and moving but that’s how she maneuvers.  Last minute.  Eight colorful balloons flow naturally in her living room ceiling.  All stamped with the words “happy birthday” on them.  On the dining room table, she has a small round vanilla cake in which she managed to have the baker write “happy birthday sis” in red letters over my favorite cream cheese icing.  A fifth of Ciroc sat on the table with two shot glasses and a card with my name “Rose” cursively written on the front.  She was heaven sent.  My own man of ten years couldn’t even make it home to wish me a happy birthday. Yet, my friend whom I call my sister that I have known for three years has done all of this for me.  It may not seem like much, but it meant the world to me.  “You do too much Rain; I love you girl.” I can’t help but emotionally say.  “I love you more mama.” She responds as she raises her shot glass saying “May your happiness prevail it’s own stubborn desire.  May your wishes come true wearing it’s most elegant attire.  Happy 34th dear friend, sister, and many, many, many more.  I love you, Salute.”  As we throw back our shots, I suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotion, grief, depression, sadness and I hold my head down.  “You ok honey, whats wrong?” Responds Rain empathetically.  “I just don’t know Rain; I’m tired... I’m tired of feeling so alone in a relationship.  I mean, this motherfucker just does me so wrong.  No appreciation what so ever.  Hell, I can’t even wear what I want to wear.  I have to dress like a teenage boy in baggy clothes.  What kind of shit is that!” I regurgitate as she stands pouring out our 2nd round of shots.  Then walking over to her navy blue cashmere sofa, placing our glasses on her glass oval shaped coffee table.  Naturally, her flow is so inviting.  I follow her as we sit and down these shots.  I continue... "I’m just tired sis, tired of his stank breath ass coming in the house drunk.  Shit, sometimes I can smell the pussy on his smug ass!”  I cringe.  “Yet, I have to think.. Why do I stay?  Why the fuck have I been putting up with his shit for ten years... ten years Rain!  What the fuck!  Then I have to think about the kids. I mean, does he not realize we have our daughter Zoe together, and I have Sean, whom all he has known as a father figure is Larry’s tired ass.  What kind of example is he setting for the kids... Hell, what kind of example am I setting for the kids.”  I vent.  “Shit girl, pack your stuff up and let's go to Atlanta together!  Get out of the misery.  I was in the same situation except I knew I had to get out.  I mean, I had to get the Fuck out or my ass would be dead or in jail right now, girl, please.  Don’t let that man steal your soul from you, fuck him.  That’s my new motto.  I have been divorced now for three years and yes; it is hard being a single mother especially raising a son, but it is not impossible.  I think I am doing a pretty damn good job.  I’m free, I’m happy, I’m safe, I can be a mother to Pharaoh and not pretend to be one.  Which I found myself doing with his father.  Pretending to exist simply.  I almost felt like a zombie.  Get up and go through the same bullshit day after day, year after year.  I got tired enough to get the hell on.  For me, my life began on the eve of my 7th year with my ex-husband.  And I haven’t looked back nor do I intend to.  Shit, my son is happier too.  But, you have to be ready to love you again.  You have to be fearless."  Rain states.  "Fear is what’s keeping me.  If I weren't so afraid, I would pack up and go to Atlanta.  I would leave his ass, but I’m afraid.  Afraid he’s going to go crazy and hurt me and or the kids.  I don’t want that anymore.  I’m tired of him knocking me around and accusing me of sleeping with everybody.  Let him tell it I’ve been with every man I have walked pass in the last ten years.  I mean damn.  Wasn’t he attracted to me when we first met?  Then once he thinks he got me he starts treating me like I’m so beneath him.  I’m not his damn servant.  I’m the same, why the hell he got to change.  Stupid bitch ass motherfucker.”  Neither one of us could hold back our laughter.  “Shit girl, I know exactly how you feel!”  Rain adds.  I know she does.  I have never known someone who was so naturally happy with herself.  I wanted that for me.  Rain loved life; she loved her son, she wasn’t afraid of trying something new or starting over, even after an unhappy six year abusive marriage.  She still wasn’t afraid, and she never gave up on her soul...so why do I contemplate giving up on mines.  On my children.  To settle, settle for what?  Some insecure, little dick ass motherfucker that’s out there screwing God knows what whenever he damn well pleases... FUCK I’m so confused!  “Well, listen, It’s your day and I want you to have a beautiful day and not stress over Larry’s simple minded ass anymore tonight.  At least give your self that gift on your birthday.”  Rain always knew just what to say and when to say it.  She knew I was fed up, but she also knew I wasn’t ready to walk away from it either.  “Your right sis.  Guess I just needed to get that out.  I don’t need to waste any more energy on his lame ass.  Let's take one more shot before I head down the hill to my building and get in the bed.  Shit, at least my dreams are good.  When you called me earlier, I was in the middle of getting my pussy pleasantly seduced by this fine ass man. It’s like the third time I’ve had this dream.  I can never see his face, but I know he is gorgeous, and I feel he truly loves me.  I don’t know.  I probably sound crazy.  And the things he does to my body…um um um.  Oh dear God, I know there is some good dick out there that I am missing out on!”  I smile.  “You right about that shit.  I didn’t tell you Damien came over here last night with his sexy Nas looking ass.”  Rain says having a moment.  “Oh yeah.  How’s he doing?  You haven’t talked about him in a little while now.” I reply while leaning back comfortably on the sofa and lighting a newport she had in her ashtray.  I couldn’t stand these things, but damn if they don’t go good when I’m drinking.  “He’s doing fine.  He had been getting a little attached and trying to come over all the time, so I had to pull back.  He hit me up last night.  I’m glad he did.  I was starting to miss him.”  She says as she lays her head back on her sofa, clearly in deep thought, then sighs and sits up to light her joint from the ashtray.  When she does that, I know she got some sweet tea to spill.  “He got here about 10:30 ish last night.  When he knocked on the door I opened it with nothing but my pearl white silk robe on and my pink matted lipstick.  I grabbed his hand and led him straight to the bathroom where I had a bubble bath ready.  Candles lit, Maxwell’s Bad Habits off his Black Summers Night album playing in the background.  I dropped my robe and stepped into the tub.  He starts blushing but immediately falls into character and removes his charcoal gray slacks, and his tangerine colored button up with the sleeves rolled up the wrist twice.  Snaps off his brown Invicta watch with the face matching his shirt. I swear, that man made everything he wore perfect.  As he begins to speak, I motion him a sexy “shhh”  Then he goes.. “Damn, I love it when you miss me with your sexy ass”  I’m giving him the sexy eyes as he finishes peeing and steps in the water.  I sit up so he can sit down, I slowly nibble my way to his belly button.  Rubbing on his chest then down to his or should I say my “joy stick” and slowly tongue kiss that big boy up and down with my succulent pink matted lips.  He starts moaning and gently rubbing my face and arms.  Then I deep throat his goodness.  Slowly.  Then speed up for a few.  Then slow it down again.  Um girl, he grabs my face and pulls it to his sexy mouth and tongue kisses me so passionately.  I go back down and devour every hard inch.  Ummm, that shit tasted so good.  I love making his ass lose control!  Water was splashing all over the tub some even getting on the floor.  He grabbed my hair; I felt him squeeze his butt cheeks tight.  I knew then he was about to bust something serious.  Then I took my tongue and started sucking on it like it was my favorite pineapple popsicle on a record high summers day in the city, Yes Lord.  My mouth got so fucking wet.  He’s moaning like crazy.  Fucking my face.  Squeezing my arms, grabbing my hair.   Before I knew it, he exploded all over my pretty ass face.  Um.  I stared him deep into his puppy dog eyes.  He looked like a new born baby.  Girllll, that was some good shit.” Rain says as she comes out of her reminiscent state. “Damn, I know he wasn’t expecting all that.  But wait, you didn’t get your nut…”  I had to ask.  “I was good honey.  I wanted to please him last night.  The last time I saw him he ate my pussy so good I fell asleep.  He has been trying to get together ever since.  I figured I owed him one.” She says with a playful grin on her face.  “Plus, it turns me on to see a man lose control and me being the one in control of it.  Him losing his mind was satisfying enough for me last night.  He hasn’t stopped calling nor texting since he left.”   She replies.  “Did he spend the night?”  I ask.  “Nope, I lied and told him I had to get Pharaoh late last night.  After we relaxed and talked in the bath he rubbed me down with lotion, kissed me good night and left.  It was perfect.”  “Where is Pharaoh, with his uncle?”  “Yeah, until tomorrow night.  I just didn’t feel like having company over all night.  Plus you have to tell a man no sometimes.  They love a challenge.” Rain giggles. “You are crazy, I wish I could be that comfortable and do stuff like that with a man.  Maybe that’s what’s wrong with my relationship.”  I ponder.  “No honey...Larry is what’s wrong with your relationship, and you know it.  You're too good for him; he doesn’t know how to appreciate you as a woman.” She so rightfully responds.  “I know.  What time is it?”  I ask snapping back into my sorry ass reality.  “About 11:15...,” she says.  “Let me get my ass home before he gets back.  Maybe I can fall asleep and pick up my dream where I left off.  Thank you for everything Rain, I love you sis.. I do.”  I genuinely say.  “Aww, girl that’s what friends are for.  I love you more.  Go home and masturbate.  Release all that stress and start living for you girl.  Your beautiful!”  We hug; she walks me out and watches me walk to my building safely.  On my walk, I couldn’t help but think how blessed I was to have such a great friend.  Even more so, how thankful I was to her for always being honest with me and helping me realize that the only thing in the way of my happiness was me.  I know I need to change that about myself.  God, I pray you give me strength, courage, and wisdom to do just that.  “Happy Birthday Rose”  I whisper to myself.  

 

blue... 

“Fuck you Blue, you ain’t shit!”  “Go head with that shit shawty.  You on that little girl shit.  I don’t even have time for that.  Thought you were different but you're just another typical female.  Peace.”  I say pressing the red button to end the call on my Note.  Damn I swear these chicks out here get on my nerves.  So immature for no reason.  I’ve been out here in Atlanta for almost a year now and have had no luck finding a woman, a lady, with class, wisdom, full of joy, life, love.  I don’t know, these chicks I been catching are like bubble gum.  You get excited at first glance, then you get a piece, chew it for about 5 minutes then the flavor is gone.  You start having a nasty taste in your mouth and spit that shit out.  I need some spearmint or something, the fuck.  I say to myself while shaking my head.  “Blue, what up with you,” says Priest with his fist out to dap.  “Whats up brother, how you been?” I ask.  “How many you got before me?”  I continue.  “Just him in the chair, and then your next.” Replies Priest.  “Alright bet,” I say.  I sit down and wait to get a quick shape up.  Looking through my phone, and there goes another text message from another piece of fucking bubble gum.  Couldn’t help but shake my head and laugh to myself.  Goofy ass broads.  Priest is my man, been coming here since I moved to Atlanta last year.  He's good people, about to open his barber shop within the next few months.  “What’s up with these crazy ass women out here man." I had to ask the brothers.  “Man, these females out here be on some other shit sometimes man.  I’m just glad to be out of the game.  I'm happily married going on two years next month.”  Says Priest.  “So I’ll leave that discussion for the other single brothers in here! Priest sarcastically adds followed by his contagious laugh.  “Man these females out here act like dude's man.  They be on some shisty shit; some men trying to make it work.”  Another guy says while waiting on his cut.  “Yeah, I just don’t understand.  Did we really make them this way, because that’s what I hear from my female friends?  Women have begun acting like men because of all the shit we've put them through.  I was talking to this sexy lil mama a few weeks ago.  Just met her, and she's already on some jealous type shit talking bout, why you didn’t call me back or who you been with?  Just them crazy questions.  I mean, can’t we get to know each other, shit.  I personally like to take my time and build something before I feel you have the right to ask me a thousand questions.  Let’s build our friendship.  I don’t know maybe it’s just me; I’m done with these lil chicks out here man.” I confess.  “I need a grown ass woman in my life.  I just don’t have the patients anymore.  It’s no challenge.  No spark, they say yes to damn near anything, and they all want to be a model.”  I state.  “Everybody in Atlanta wants to be a model.”  Another brother responds.  “Why?  For self-validation?  They all want to be video vixens; that's what they want to be if you ask me, groupies.  Where my business women?  That’s what I need.” I say.  “I feel you brother.  I’m blessed I found mines, I tell you that much.  Come on Blue, you can sit in the chair, I’ll be right back.” Priest says as he heads to the back of the shop for a sec.   “These females must have pissed you off brother.”  A random brother states.  “It’s just frustrating, I feel like that’s all I’m missing in my life.  My parents are doing great, loving each other in Florida.  I’m a successful businessman working on perfecting myself as a music/production engineer.  I have no children; I’m 25 years old.  I don’t know, I feel like I'm ready for my baby, my lady, someone I can love and travel the world with.  Have a couple crumb snatchers, you know, that life I was blessed to live thanks to my parents.” I humbly respond.  “It’s good to hear a young brother speak so maturely on life.  I wish you continued success with everything man.” Says a random brother.  “Thanks man, I preciate that.”  I say.  “What we doing today brother?”  Priest asks.  “Just line me up, wide on the mustache, fade the back that’ll be cool.  Since you got these waves flowin’ so nicely.” I said with a grin while rubbing my hair.  “Alright, I got you... what you got planned this weekend?” Priest asks.  “Think I’m gonna go see my folks out in Florida.  Hadn’t seen them since Christmas.  You know moms missing me like crazy. I’m gonna surprise her for Valentine’s Day.”  “Yeah, that’s what’s up brother,”  Priest says.  “Yeah, I guess that’s my problem, non of these women as bad as moms man. I can’t settle; I don’t know how.”  I state.  “Never settle brother, keep your standards high.  God knows what you need better than you. He’ll send her right to you, trust me.”  Priest says handing me the oversized mirror to check out my cut.  “Perfect brother, Preciate it.  Thanks for the wisdom to bro, I’ll get up with you when I get back in town.” I say.  “Yep, be safe on the road, and tell moms Happy Valentine’s Day.” He adds.  “Alright, y'all be easy. Peace.” I say as I head out the shop to see the lady of my life. 

 

Rose...

“Where the fuck you been!” Larry demands.  Of course, he’s home.  Just to fuck with me.  “I been up the hill.”  I say as I continue walking in the apartment, turning around to close the door and lock it.  “Bitch, you always up to something, why the fuck you always going up the hill.. What, Rain had some niggas over there?  You know she always fucking something!”  He demands.  “Larry please, I’m not in the mood for your shit tonight. Rain is my friend, it was just us, and she wanted to wish me a happy birthday.  I was up there for about 30 minutes, and that’s it.”  “Why you always defending her ass Rose, huh?  What y'all fucking?  You into girls now.?”  He snaps.  I stand in the hallway feeling like a child in my own home I can’t help but tune him out and wonder, is this really what God has planned for me?  It’s my fucking birthday, and his black ass still hadn’t wished me a happy birthday.  “...you hear me talking to you!”  He says as I snap out of my thoughts and see him walking towards me.  “Larry, back up!  Seriously, I’m not in the mood for this tonight, damn!  Just say happy birthday or leave me the fuck alone!” I demand as I turn around to head down the hall towards the bedroom.  Before I knew it Larry grabs my arm and pushes me up against the wall yelling... “Happy birthday? Your not even home when I get home!  You up the hill with your bitch!”  He was always jealous of my relationship with Rain.  Shit, he didn’t want me having any friends.  “…and you been up there drinking too Rose!  I smell it on your breath!  What nigga she had up there?!”  He rants.  “I’m grown Larry; I can have a drink.  Damn, it’s my birthday motherfucker!  And get the fuck out my face!” I snap.  “What you gone do Rose, huh? You gone make me?  Try me if you want to! ” He says aggressively as he has me pinned up against the wall feeling so helpless…worthless. “Yeah, you better keep your fucking mouth shut.  Get your ass in the bedroom.” He demands as he lets go of my arm and nudges me towards the bedroom.  I go and sit on the edge of the bed and pray to myself. “God please help me.  I don’t know what to do.  Please remove him from my life God.  I’m tired of this life, please help me Father.” I prayed.  He flushes the toilet and comes out of the bathroom.  Keeping his pants off and his dick out.  He walks towards me rubbing it as though I'm supposed to want to do something with it.  What the fuck. This has got to be hell.  “Come here.  Let me get some pussy, so I can tell if you been fucking.  Take them pants off...”  I lay back on the bed.  Detached.  He pulls down my gray oversized sweat pants and rips my white cotton panties off.  He gets on top and proceeds to push his dick inside.  I’m numb and feel absolutely nothing.  Waiting for him to finish I silently continue to pray.  About a minute later he gets up saying “Yeah, you better not give my pussy away, or I will kill your ass.” He gets up and walks around to his side of the bed and passes out with his pants still down on his ankles.  I lay there for another second feeling sorry for myself, then head to the bathroom and run my bath water.  Hastily attempting to wash off his energy.  I’m at a loss for words.  I light the joint Rain had given me a few days ago that I had hidden in my cosmetic bag and float away.  “Damn,” I say to myself... “Happy fucking Birthday Rose.”


The next morning, Larry gets up, gets dressed, and heads out before uttering a single word.  “I’ll be back later.”  He dryly says.  I don’t speak a word.  I kept my head down while siting at the dining room table reading the paper, drinking a cup of tea.  The door closes, and I watch him pull off through the living room window.  Knowing I won’t see him again until late tonight.  I grab my pack of newports I keep hidden from him since I’m not allowed to smoke either.  I sit on the patio, light my cig, and call Rain to vent before I have to head to my mother’s house to get the kids.  

 

blue...

“Hey, pretty lady...”  I say.  “Blue!…Hey baby, what are you doing here son?” My mom asks as she gets up from the dining room table to hug me.  “Thought I’d surprise you and Pops.  Hadn’t seen y’all since Christmas.k”  “Well, this is a great surprise!  Come on in here and sit down, how you been baby?”  She says joyfully. “I’m well ma, how y'all doing out here in this Florida sun?  Where’s Pops?”  “We’re doing great.  Your father went to the store to grab some champagne; we were going to have some mimosa.  She says with a gentle smile.  “Bet, I’m right on time.”  “You drove out here all night baby?”  “No ma’am, I caught a quick flight and rented a car this morning.”  I say as we head into the family room, she sits on the sofa.  I lay on her lap as she gives me my favorite head massage.  I loved being home with my folks.  “How is the contracting business going?” She asks in her soft angelic voice.  “It’s going pretty good. I think I’m going to go ahead and launch my production company soon.  I have a few artist already on my team.  I think I may have told you guys about that over Christmas.”  “Yes, I remember you mentioning something about that.  That’s great son; I’m proud of you as always.  Just make sure you're able to handle both.  You know your father passed you the torch as far as the family contracting company is concerned.  If it’s beginning to be more of a burden than passion, make sure you communicate that to him.  I can imagine starting a music production company will be very tedious and time-consuming.  Your father will have a fit if you simply let the contracting company fail.  I’m sure he will understand.  Just always communicate with us son.”  She says with a smile.  “Yeah, I think I can handle it.  At least for the next year or so.  But I will talk with him when the time is right.”  I say.  Pops walks in; I sit up as I hear his footsteps over the dark hardwood while he makes his way through the foyer.  “Baby, look who’s here...” My mother says proudly.  “Hey Pops.”  I say getting up to embrace him.  “Hey son, what a surprise!  You must have known your momma been missing you.. How have you been? You look good!”  Pops says.  “Thanks Pops.  I feel good.  Just wanted to see my two favorite people in the world.  Do you have any more bags to get from the car?”  “No, this is it.  Thanks, son. So, how is the business going out there in Atlanta?”  He asks as we now all migrate to the large marble island in the kitchen.  Mom and I sit on the bar stools while pops prepares the mimosas’.  “Business is going great.  I was just talking to mom about that.  I think I’m going to launch the production company within the next year since the construction company is running smoothly.  The timing is good.”  “Well, good son.  Just make sure your able to juggle both successfully.  Any special lady yet?”  Pops always worried about me finding a great woman.  He took pride in his love for my mom and how close we are as a family.  I took pride in it myself.  He was truly my role model.  He had worked as a contractor for 40 years before he passed the torch to me while my mother pretty much did whatever she wanted.  He wanted nothing but for her to be happy every single day of her life.  She was too; they were the ideal family.  A modern day Clair and Cliff Huxtable.  I knew I was blessed.  I lived my life modeled after the life my parents made sure I had growing up.  “Nobody yet Pops."  I say with a bashful grin.  “Oh, honey he has time, it’s no rush.”  My mom interjects as she rubs my arm, and we both shake our head at my dad.  She liked me being single.  That way she didn’t have to share me with anyone.  My pops felt I would be a greater success once I found true love.  “Well, son just keep your eyes open.  She will come when it’s time.”  He says as he passes us our mimosa and holds up his glass to toast.  “To my wife whom I have loved for 34 years.  To my son whom I have loved for 25 years.  May we continue to grow and love for many, many, many  more… Cheers.” “Cheers Pop.”  I say. “Cheers to you darling.”  My mom says to my dad.  We all sip Pops famous mimosas’ with blueberries instead of strawberries.  “I hope y’all are hungry.  I’m about to make us an amazing brunch for my beautiful wife on this Valentines weekend!”  He says as he walks around the island and gives mom a perfect kiss.  Pops loved to cook and spoil his wife.  They were the cutest couple I have ever seen.  After I stare at them share a moment, picturing my future self.  I go put on Moms favorite Anita Baker album Rapture and begin to snap; two step and lip sing Sweet Love.  We all started vibing to the music.  Pops is throwing down in the kitchen fixing one of moms favorite dishes, Crab omelet with french toast, and fresh blue and black berries.  I grab mom and we two step together all enjoying each others’ harmony.   Damn, Love is good! 

“You all wanna catch a movie tonight?” I ask my parents.  As we are all in the great room lounging from eating all day and spending our usual quality time.  Pops is in his black leather recliner studying one of his many books, Nile Valley Contributions to Civilization.  Which I know he has read at least 100 times.  Moms and I are on the oversized leather dark oak sofa, snuggled up watching ESPN as she catches me up on the latest family drama.  “Yeah, we can do that.” My Pops says.  “Oh yes, that would be nice.” Mom adds.  “It's your pick my love.” I say to mom.  “Since Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, its naturally your weekend.”  I add.  “Well, what about The Wolf of Wall Street.  I heard that was good, and you know I love me some DiCaprio!”  “Ok, yeah, I been trying to see that too.  I read the book about a year ago.  Let me look up the showtimes.”  I say as I pull up Fandango on my cell. “They have a 9:15 showing later on tonight.  Did y’all wanna catch that one?”  I ask.  “Um hmm, that’s fine son.”  Pops say without looking up from his book.  “Ok, let me get dressed.” Moms responds.  “Alright, Im gonna run out for a sec then come back and get dressed.” I state.  “Oh ok.  Well, are you gonna get the tickets honey?”  My mom didn’t like for me to leave her sight once I was around her.  But I wanted something to smoke before the movie.  Pops didn’t agree, but he knew and accepted my marijuana habit.  He also grew to see I knew how to handle it.  I mean, I’m a successful businessman.  Yet, that was one thing my mom couldn’t accept about me.  I think she knew, but she chose to ignore it.  Shit, I got caught so many times when I was in high school.  She use to call herself  “cleaning my room” and always found my lil stash.  Boy, you talk about pissed!  She was beyond pissed.  Smacked the shit out of me a few times.  She even use to get those drug test from the store and randomly piss me.  I always failed too.  That was some crazy shit.  I love her though.  So I keep it from her.  “Yep, I’m going to go grab the tickets now, so we don’t have to wait later.”  Its been out since Christmas and shouldn’t be a line but for that lady, I will do whatever to make her feel at ease.  My father looks up from his reading and gives me a knowingly look.  Then says,  “You be careful son.”  “Yes sir.”  I reply as I grab my keys and hop into the rental.

 

 

blue...

I grabbed the movie tickets first then headed to see my homeboy Tre’.  I wasn’t from out here in Florida, but my parents have been out here for about three years enjoying their retirement.  Naturally I knew some people and loved looking at these curvy ladies out here in Ft. Lauderdale, wearing little to nothing.   “What up fam?”  I say to Tre’ over my cell while driving down Los Olas Boulevard.  “Blue, whats going on man, how you been?”  Replies Tre’.  “I can’t complain man, you at the house?”  “Yeah, I'm here bro.”  “Alright, I’ll be through there in about 5 minutes.”  “Alright.”  “Bet.”  Tre’ was one of the coolest millionaires I knew.  His father was an investment banker, and naturally Tre’ got into the business once he graduated Princeton about two years ago.  He is also my drug connect.  I have never seen someone do so much cocaine in one night.  You talking about partying.  This man knows how to party and knows everybody!  He has a house right on the Los Olas waterfront.  Which they call Millionaires Row.  I’m telling you, this boy got money.  “Yo, I'm out front.”  I say to Tre’ once I hit the voice buzzer on the gate.  I had a lil money.  But this was the level I’m reaching for.  “What up bro?”  Tre’ shouts walking from a hidden path with his contagious smile and upbeat demeanor.  “What up Tre’?  How you been man.. hadn’t been out here in a minute.”  I say getting out the car.  “Yeah man, everything good bro, come on up.”  He replies as we make our way inside through the private garage entrance.  Palm trees everywhere even inside his house.  Waterfront view.  Crazy resort style salt water pool on the lower level, which we head straight towards.  “How’s the family doing bro?” Tre' asks.  “Everybody is well man, about to take moms to the movies in a few.  But, you know I had to cop something.  I hadn’t smoked since I got in town last night.”  I say.  “Oh word.  You know I got you bro.. check this shit out.”  He says handing me a large bud while we chill in the bar area by the pool.  “This that Kryp.  Just got back from Miami last night with this shit.  Smell that shit bro, stupid fresh.”  “Yeah, let me get a quarter bro.”  I ask.  “Alright, I got you.  I’ll be right back.  Enjoy the view!”  He says with a smirk on his face and he heads up to bag my shit. I sit down on a lounge chair overlooking the pool area.  This is what I want.  This right here.  This is dope as shit!  My lady will have all this one day.  Whoever she may be.  “Alright bro, here you go.”  Tre’ says handing me a small Louis Vuitton pouch.  “Aye, you going to be here tomorrow night?”  Tre’ asks.  “I don’t know man.  I was planning on leaving tomorrow night.  What you got going on?”  I ask.  “Shit bro you know me.  I’m having a crazy party tomorrow night.  If you're here, you should come man.  Gonna be some bad pussy walking around bro.  You know how I get down.”  He says proudly.  “Shit, alright, I’ll see what I can move around on my schedule.”  “Alright, bet.  Aye, you want a bump?  You know I got the purest blow in south florida bro?”  Tre’ asks with his usual sly laugh.  “Nah, I’m straight brother.  I’ll get at you tho.”   “Alright bro, tell your mom I said Happy Valentines Day too man.”  “I will.  Thanks man.  Peace.”  I say as we dap.  I get the LV bag off the lounge chair where I was sitting and make my way back to the rental. I usually never smoke in the car.  I had to make an exception.  I was at my parent's house and on a time schedule, so I roll up before pulling out of Tre’s and enjoy the ride.  Once I get to the house I shower, dress, and me and the family head to the movies.  It was another perfect evening with the family.  The next morning, I get up before my parents do and go grab about ten red heart balloons.  A dozen red roses in a blown glass multi colored vase.  I stop by the grocery store and grab some crepes, eggs, Canadian bacon, cream cheese, and fresh blueberries.  One thing my father taught me was how to love but even better how to show a woman you love and appreciate her.  Once back at the house I put on Sade’s  Promise album and press track 7, Punch Drunk Instrumental.  It’s the perfect song for my cooking mood.  I make red velvet crepes with cream cheese filling, lightly drizzled with chocolate sauce, eggs benedict, fresh blueberries, and some cozy chamomile tea.  I spread out the balloons over the kitchen and living room.  Place the roses on the island along with a little rectangular box from Tiffany’s.  As I was finishing up breakfast, my father came downstairs.  “Good morning son.. you know how to make your mother smile don’t you.”  He says as he gives me a pat on the back and takes a seat at the island.  My father taught me how to cook once I turned 13.  I enjoy it.  “Yeah, you think mom will like it?” I ask already knowing the answer.  “You know she will son.  We are both very blessed to have that woman in our lives, and it feels good to be able to share her love with you.  I know you're looking for that right woman, but If this old man can give you any advice, I’m going to have to say, stop looking for her.  She will come when you least expect it. And, you will know she is the one as soon as you lay eyes on her.  Mark my words son.”  Pop says as he makes him a cup of coffee and sits back down at the island giving me wisdom and reading over the paper.  “Im proud of you son, you make me feel as though I did a great job.  You truly know how to make an old man relax in his retirement age.  I love you.”  “Love you more Pops.” I say as I add my finishing touches on my mother's plate just as she is walking into the kitchen.  “I knew I smelled something delicious.”  “Good morning mama, Happy Valentine's Day!”  I say as I grab her hand and begin to slow dance with her, leading her towards my father.  Who is now standing up with the proudest look in his eyes and a contagious smile on his face.  I pass her hand to my father.  I can’t help but stare as he wishes her a Happy Valentine's Day.  They share a passionate kiss, slow dancing to Sade’s smooth sounds.  “You know, I have got to be the luckiest woman in the world.  I can’t tell you two how happy you all have made me over the years.  Thank you, thank you both, not just for today but for loving me each and every day for the last 35 years. I love you both dearly.” She says as she shyly puts her head down on my father's chest to hide her tears.  “Aww, honey we love you too, don’t cry.”  My father comforts her.  “I love you more Ma.  You deserve all the happiness you feel.  You're a great woman.”  I say as I walk around with her perfectly prepared plate and place it on the bar.  I give her a kiss on the forehead, and she then turns towards me and embraces me for a few seconds.  I hand my father his plate and make mine, and we enjoy this delicious breakfast together.  

“Here ma, this is a little something I got for you,” I say handing her a box from Tiffany’s.  “Well, thank you baby.  You didn’t have to do that.”  “I know woman, but I wanted to.. go ahead and open it up.”  Inside was a heart shaped white gold sapphire bracelet.  “Aww baby, thank you....It is Gorgeous!”  “Your Welcome.  I’m glad you like it.”  I say affectionately.  “I love it!…Look honey.”  She says to my father.  “Oh, yes that is nice.  It will probably go great with whatever is in these boxes.”  He says as he heads towards the living room and grabs a large garment style bag with the words Saks Fifth Avenue printed on the front in small white cursive letters.  Then another medium box professionally wrapped in red with a large silver bow on top.  My Pops always out did me when it came to gifts for my mom.  I think it was his competitive side being displayed.  He's naturally a very humble man.  At the end of the day she was my mother but she was his woman.  He knew her longer than they knew me.  “Oh honey, what is all this…”  As she unzips the garment bag, inside is a royal blue backless 3/4 length cocktail dress with a split on the side.  “Ooh darling, you have such fabulous taste!”  She says.  “Yeah well, I know what I love seeing you slowly take off.”  My father replies with a grin as they share a moment.  “Here, open this one next he says as he hands her the red wrapped box.  Inside contained a pair of black patent leather peak a toe high heels with a wide silver strap around the ankle and a black and silver heel by Guiseppe Zanotti.  “Oh yeah, these are perfect.  I love them!  Thank you, baby!”  She shrieks and gives him a kiss.  “So, Im assuming you have somewhere your taking me so you can see me in this ensemble?”  She says with a grin, knowing her husband all too well.  “I sure do baby.  We are going to see Kem, El DeBarge, and Eric Benet perform at the Broward Center tonight at 8:00pm.  A car service will be here at 5:00pm for our 5:30pm dinner reservations at Lobster Bar Sea Grille mi amour.”  Pops says with sophisticated pride.  “Ooo honey you did good!”  “All for you baby.  I figured you would like that.”  He says starring deeply in her eyes.  He then looks up at me leaning on the opposite side of the island admiring them.  “You see son, real love never gets old.  You just have to keep her surprised, and she will always allow you to rub on her thighs.”  Yeah, Pops was a funny man when he wanted to be.  “I see.  I’m taking notes.  Trust me.”  I say as we all share a laugh.  “Honey, what do you have planned for tonight?” My mom asks me.  “My flight is set to leave out tonight around 11.  I debated staying, but I’m going to head home and dive back into my work mode.”  “Aww, so soon?  I thought you were at least staying until tomorrow.”  My mother responds.  “I thought about it but I feel well rested and rejuvenated.  I think I’m ready to join the real world again.”  I say sarcastically.  “Plus, I need to get this business off the ground so my Mrs. Right can have the world just as Pops gives you.”  “Aww, baby, you're going to meet the perfect woman one day.  I promise.  I know things have been tough since your relationship with Vanity …”  “Ma, I’m over that whole thing.” I interrupt.  I hated going in the past about her.  It has been three years since we broke up.  Vanity was my first love.  I met her when I was in eleventh grade.  We were together for three years on and off.  We were the same age but went to different high schools.  We spent every summer together.  I was her first.  She thought she was mine, but she was like my third.  I wanted to make sure my stroke game was on point for her when she was ready.  Figured I’d get some practice.  Vanity wanted to have a baby with me, but we were only 16 years old when she started talking about it.  I knew we were too young plus I was playing ball and had hopes of making a long term career out of it.   A baby just wasn’t what I nor she needed at that time.  Needless to say, my parents weren’t playing that shit.  I went away to college and hadn’t heard from her for a whole semester.  One day I got a random call from her, and she told me she was pregnant.  Of course, it wasn’t mine but the sad thing was, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach as soon as I answered the phone and heard her voice.  I wished her the best and hung up and haven’t spoken to her since.  Heard she had a boy and was on and off with her baby’s father.  I guess just living in her struggle.  I can’t lie, I was fucked up over her for about a year but finally bounced back about two years ago.  And now I don’t trust these females for shit.  My folks never cared for Vanity so when I told them what happened they weren’t surprised at all, but they were very worried about me.  They knew how much I thought I loved that girl.  “Well honey, I know you're over her, I’m just a concerned mother and want nothing but the best for you baby.”  “I know ma, I love you.”   “ I love you more baby.” She says with a kiss on my forehead.  “Well, thank you for breakfast and these great gifts.. I love you two so much.. I’m going to get a shower and get fabulous.  It’s already after noon.  The car will be here to pick us up before we know it.”  “You deserve it all ma.” I say as I watch her sashay towards the stairs to her bedroom carrying her gifts and flowers.  My Pops put on ESPN and started helping me clean the kitchen.  I thought about staying so I could catch Tre’s party, but I wasn’t in that type of mood.  I was full from my father’s wisdom and knowledge, and filled with love from just being home for these last couple of days.  My mind was focused on my success and waiting for my woman.  After seeing my parents dressed to perfection. I take a few pictures and watch them as the driver smoothly drives them off in a white Rolls Royce Phantom Ghost.  “Pops definitely knows how to treat a lady.”  I chill around the house for a few then pack up and head to the airport.


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