Pam's Wedding

Pamela

Two months had gone by and we were in Atlanta. I was back home, trying to find a nice place and a job that coincided with my girl's schedule. I was happy to be here, and of course I missed Victor. How could I not. I had been with him every day for 12 years. We had 3 daughters together. Nothing was finer than him in bed at night lying next to me in his boxer briefs, telling me how much he loved me and how much he appreciated me for putting up with him. He would tell me how he would do anything for me. He promised me a mansion anywhere I wanted it, I just had to keep believing in him like I had always. I never stopped believing in him I just couldn't take all the lonely nights and whores.

I pulled up to my daughters elementary school, and little Garren sighed deeply. It was hard to believe it came from her little 6 year old body. I looked at her in the rear view mirror in the backseat. She was so sweet with her big red bow seating atop her curly black hair.

"What's wrong with mommy's baby?" I asked her.

"I miss daddy." She said gathering her backpack. Oh she was so cute, trying to be a big girl.

"I know. I'll call him tonight for you and you can ask him to come see you. Okay." I said fighting back tears at my little girl's sadness.

"Okay." She said getting out of the car.

I cried the whole drive back to Romanda's mansion. Her tour had ended last week. She was home prepping for her talk show. It was going to be her debut. She was nervous and wanted to get things just right, she was rehearsing day and night. I parked near the ivy and went straight for the guest house. I couldn't cry in front of her and I damn sure couldn't cry about us missing Victor to anyone in my family. They still hated that I dumped Curtis for Victor's young ass. They didn't care anything about what Victor accomplished.

The guest house was large enough for us to be comfortable. It was 3 bedrooms with 2 bathrooms. I went into the house and to take my mind off him I did some light cleaning as the tears flowed. Some people say the quickest way to get over one guy is to simply find another. But there was no one like Victor, no one. I fluffed my girl's pillows and dried my eyes as someone rang my doorbell.

It was Scott Stiller, he wanted my father's phone number.

"I'm sorry are you okay?" He asked coughing a bit. His voice was horse and he was blowing his nose. His normal sleek appearance seemed to be off. He was visibly sick. I knew Scott through Romanda. He was a well-respected lawyer and always nice to me.

"Scott, I should be asking you the same. Come and have a seat. Just for a minute or so. You look like you need it." I said to his fever flushed face.

"Just a minute." He said as if I would try to keep him for more than that. I asked him if he had taken anything and how long had he been sick. I'm sure it wasn't long. His wife Lark loved him and he spoiled her and those bratty ass little girls. "I felt it coming yesterday, but I wasn't going to complain. It just seems to be getting worse." He said sitting on the couch in the living room. I poured him some good throat coating tea with some Dayquil.

I balanced my check book as he sipped.

"I hate to bother you but...That was the most amazing cup of tea I have ever had. My throat feels fantastic. Now if I can get my face to stop pounding." He said laying backwards and putting his feet up. I went for the freezer and gave him the frozen face pack I wore to help hide my puffy eyes from crying about my Victor.

I watched Scott as he moved his leg in out with pleasure on the couch. At least he wasn't being a big ass baby. He sat up as if he remembered something.