WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)

Chapter 11

Milo Delavan
the next morning
"First of all...how you doing?"

Abella glared at me muttering something in French under her breath. I didn't blame her for it either. She had every right to be mad at me. I was lucky she even met me at the cafe this morning.

After dropping off Anais and the kids at the shopping strip, I went and picked up Abella. Luca stayed home. He ain't wanna come out today which was odd but I ain't think shit of it. Less trouble for him to make.

"I'm fucking amazing." Abella murmured.

I took a deep breath. She obviously wasn't. But how was I gone go about this without making things worse?

"Do you really mean that?" I asked.

"Do I Milo? Cause if I was, I wouldn't remember being pushed on the ground by you." She snapped.

I took a deep breath, folding my hands and looking down at them. I clenched them together then looked up at her. She seemed hurt as I looked into her eyes. I felt bad but I was gone make things right.

I cleared my throat. "I figured you were upset. That's why I invited you out to breakfast. I wanted to apologize. Make shit right because I fucked up yesterday."

She raised her eyebrow at me, continuing to listen to what I had to say.

"Bella...these past couple a days I been acting weird n shit. I know. I know and I know you're tired of it. To be honest...I ain't want to tell you but...I'm going through sum." I sighed.

She quickly responded, tearing up. "Milo you know you can ALWAYS talk to me when you're going through something. Always. I always tell you, you can vent to me and I can listen and try to help. Do you not trust me? Do you not love me enough to tell me your feelings?"

"Abella! I do love you! I do. Very fucking much. So much, it scares me sometimes. It's just that ion want you to worry. And ion want my problems to turn into yours."

"Thats not even possible Milo. Your problems are your problems. But I'm saying I can always help. And not letting me know is not an option anymore because obviously it's going to result in you doing what you did to me yesterday." She cried, wiping each tear away with her sleeve. "Random erratic outbursts."

"Abella I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." I sighed.

I couldn't exactly tell her the reason I pushed her off of me was because I was thinking bout my baby mama while nuttin. I felt guilty as fuck. I felt disappointed in myself.

"I love you and that ain't never gone change. I know I have my issues but I'm working them out. I am mama."

She looked up at me, teary eyed and sad. I felt bad. Then she turned away, not wanting to look at me anymore.

Now it was time to pull out the big guns.

"Look here...I got you something."

Just before she could even get the chance to look over at me, our server approached us.

"Puis-je prendre votre commande?"

Can I take your order?

"I- uh..." I stuttered. Right now wasn't a good time.

"No...I was just leaving." Abella spoke, standing up from her seat. "You can take his though."

"Bella!" I whispered, shooting her a look. "Please."

Abella looked at both me and the server. She looked embarrassed. So she sat down and faced the other way. She couldn't stand to look at me.

"We're not ready yet. Sorry bout that." I said apologizing to the server.