Damien and Neissa haven't seen each other in 5 years since the day they've split after Damien left.
With both of their riskful decisions they made when they were younger, it made the small family of three to separate.
With Neissa now being a singl...
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"Bitch, what the fuck do I do..." I stare at the envelope I took from Axton's room. It's been three days past his birthday and I've been contemplating whether I should open it or not.
Needless to say, I was scared. I don't know why, I had nothing to be scared of but it's been 5 years since I last saw him. So, I had called Vanessa.
"You should wait till you get home, I'll be there with you if you like," She spoke in the speaker of my car as I waited in the car line to pick Axton up from school.
"Yeah, that'll be nice," I told her with a shaky voice. I know some might call me extreme for freaking out over seeing some initials. The initials could be from anyone.
"What if the gifter meant to put DR. instead of D.R? You know like, they could've messed up and meant doc-"
"Nene, shut up."
I groan as I turn my car back on once I see the line starting to move. I popped open my glove department and yeet the envelope in there.
It was starting to overstimulate me.
I then noticed one of the dismissal staff walking up to my car pointing at my window. "Hold on V, I'll call you back," I say before I end the call.
"Hi, are you Mrs.Ricci?" The lady asked after I rolled my window town. For some reason, my heart dropped down to my stomach and I felt like I had to shit, literally.
I can see she was holding a paper, checking off from it with a walkie-talkie. "Y-yes this is I, is something wrong?" I tap my nails on the steering wheel. Usually, they never call me by my last name but I can see the mistake since Axtons has his father's last name, but why now-
My thoughts were cut off once her pen pointed at the paper supported by the clipboard, "I see, well it looks like Axton Ricci has already been picked up!" She says with a smile while there's me looking at her like she has two heads.
Bitch what.
"And by who?" My voice raised a little louder "I'm the only parent that can pick him up, so you just like my kid into some random stranger's car?" I shot up, my patience was starting to tick low.
"Oh no ma'am, of course not! His father came to pick him up, were you not aware of this?"
"F-father," my throat felt like it was going to close. Damien left years ago, he had to.
"Yes ma'am, Damien Ricci ."
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I speed down the highway in the fast lane, taking continuous looks back at the opened envelope. My free leg bounced up and down as my fingers were about to turn white with how hard I was holding the steering wheel of my car.
This nigga leaves for 5 years, unnoticed, but now all of a sudden want to come back and take MY child with him too? I think the fuck not.
I've already been alone for most of my life so the audacity this man has is beyond me.
On the envelope displayed an address, I had a feeling in my gut telling me to follow it, I don't know what it was but I just knew it was him. It was Damien.
I feel my eyes get glossy as I move to the far right lane, going on the exit ramp. Please don't cry, please don't cry.
Turn Left my GPS signaled for me as I turned into what seemed like a gated neighborhood. Despite the situation I'm in right now, it was beautiful, the landscaping, and architecture, it was jaw-dropping. Every house was wrapped around in large fences, almost like they were trying to be covered, I was confused.
I continued driving down the road until I was pinged I had arrived at my destination. The first thing I saw was this beautiful Spanish mansion, hugged by roses and other types of beautiful flowers.
My nerves were heightened at this point.
Once my car moved closer to the gates, it unlocked, sliding smoothly. I hesitated before driving my car into this owner's nicely polished driveway.
This might be the craziest shit I've ever done.
I take deep breaths before turning off the car. Is these doors locked? I repeatedly push down on the car locks near my door handle. I need a break.
I shut my eyes for a moment before putting in my big girl panties, finally leaving the car and stomping my way to the double doors which I assume, is the front door.
I balled up my fists before banging against the door, "Open up!" I probably sound like the feds but I could care less right now, especially after having to be told that he took my child out of school like he run shit.
The banging doesn't stop until I hear the door knob click. Adrenaline rushed through me before I heard familiar giggles of what sounded like my son.
The door swings open and I'm met with a strong hit of masculine aroma, the one that invaded my nose whenever I was home too long, the one that lingered about in the Ricci estates.
I couldn't look at that person's face, I avoided doing that. What was clearly visible, however, was their fully tatted body. The illustrations were hugging him all in the right places, all the right muscles. They had no shirt on and loose hanging pants. My heart was pounding.
The voice of Axton then takes me out of my mind.
"Look Mommy, my birthday wish came true, I have a daddy now!"
I finally looked up at him with glossy eyes. Yet, he was already looking down at me with his piercing eyes.
Damien.
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