Becoming Lovers

6

Four months. It had been four months since Ari left me standing there looking like a dumbass. Due to my foolishness, I lost the one person in the world who never turned their back on me. The one person who always kept my head on right, the one person that I loved more than anything in this world. I honestly haven't even been myself since she walked out on me, but I've been pulling myself together for the sake of my daughter. Yes, if you are still wondering, my baby mama and I are still together. She never found out the truth about Ari and I and I was planning to keep it that way. She moved in with me about two months ago and things have been ok I would say. I was only doing this to be closer to my princess each morning, but on the other hand all I could think about was Ari. I was such a foolish man to let something so beautiful slip from under my wing. I never intended to hurt her when she's been nothing but a hell of a good woman to me. She never asked me for much, she was so independent and that's what I loved about her the most. I let my greed of having it all get in the way of the one true person that I would lay down and end it all for.

One thing I knew for sure, I was going to continue to try to get my best friend back. She was the other half of my lifeline and I needed that woman more than anything in this world. I was not going to stop until she was in my arms again and for all the right reasons this time. Every morning before I got out of bed, I would send her money just because. I promised her father that if he was to go off the grid, I was going to continue to take care of her and look after her by all means. I started sending her flowers each day, sometimes it was twice a day with a note attached to each one. I wanted to let her know how sorry I was. I've tried calling her but it always went straight to voicemail, I knew she had me blocked. I was in some deep shit and I couldn't really figure out how I was going to gain her trust back.

As I slowly began to come out of my thoughts, Tali came in the my peripheral view as she walked into our bedroom with just a towel on as she straddled onto my lap. Now don't get me wrong, Tali was beautiful as fuck and she could rock a nigga's world, but she wasn't Ari. The first night Ari and I had sex, things just didn't feel the same for me when it came to having sex with Tali. Every time Tali and I had sex, I would picture myself making love to Ari. She had the best pussy I ever felt in my life, so I couldn't help but to dream about it. I had only been in it twice, but how she felt around my dick both of those times, I was ready to sign my life away for that pussy. All I could do was look at shawty and once I did that, all I saw was Ari's face with a smirk. Not too many words were said after that.

Once I put Tali to bed, I started to get ready for the day. I had some things to take care of and I had a few business meetings to attend to so I could begin to get my tattoo parlor off the ground. I had been looking forward to this shit all week but the of course the only thing that bothered me about the situation was that I couldn't share these moments with her. I've tried to do everything that I could to reach out to her, but nothing I was doing was working. Shit I even went to her crib and tried to use my key just to find out she up and changed the locks on me. Keeping my distance was the only thing I could do. Once I got my shit situated for the day and my took care of my hygiene, I was out the door for the day. So much shit needed to be done and I was honestly running out of time with some of things that I did have going. First stop of the day was the trap. Yes sir, I was going to collect, dispute and cut niggas necks if needed be. Our operations had been running smooth lately and I couldn't be more blessed that a young nigga was hella close to retiring from the streets. As I was turning the corner towards the trap, I began to feel a vibration from my pocket. Quickly pulling out my phone, I glanced at the unknown number that came from across the screen. I declined that shit quickly not thinking nothing of it. I never answered unknown numbers on my personal phone, it was just a habit that I had. The shit was hella weird to me for some reason and it made a nigga paranoid.

A nigga had just left the trap and I was feeling good, This new operation was now in play and I had a couple of moves to set up with a new connect overseas. This was the move that a nigga needed to be set for life, not only just for me but my family too and that included Ari. I'm not the type to lie about my feelings, but a nigga was really thinking about Ari heavily. Not just on no best friend type of shit but as possibly one day becoming my wife. I couldn't do anything but think about shorty, she had me head over heels in love with her. I had known this woman for 11 years and she still amazed me in everything that she had ever done. Slowly coming out of my thoughts, my phone began to vibrate again and the same number began to pop up across the screen. I was somewhat becoming annoyed that these motherfuckers did not get the hint the first time they called. As I let it ring once more, I decided to answer to see who the hell was this was and why they was contacting me.

Speak. I answered into the phone with somewhat an annoyed tone in my voice.

Hi, my name is Jessica at Emory Hospital, is this by chance Mr. David Wright? She began to say into the phone as I began to shift into my seat a bit.

Speaking, may I ask what this call is for? I responded as my heart began to race as I was waiting for the unexpected.

Yessir, so I have a patient here by the name of Ari Simmons and she was admitted into the hospital this evening due to a few complications and injuries sustained from a car accident earlier today. She has you listed as an emergency contact and wanted you at the hospital with her. She was able to get out before I hung up abruptly .

My vision became blurred and my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. I couldn't do anything but floor my shit and speed all the way to the hospital. All I could do was scream. I was furious with myself for not answering the first time,"I need to get to her" were the words that played in my head over and over again. I was worried on top of scared because the bitch referred to her injuries as to complications and all I could think was I had to get there and I needed to get there now. This was the time for me to make shit right and be there like I was suppose to be. I just wanted things to be ok because if they weren't, everybody was gonna get smoked and that shit was on my mama. As I pulled into the hospital and parked, I ran as fast as I could to the doors of the ER. I rushed my way to the front desk to find out where my baby was at. With every step I continued to take, my heart began to sink deeper into my stomach and I had never been this scared in my life. Once I found out what room she was in and that she stable and awake, it put me more at ease. After months of trying to see this woman, this was not the way I thought I was going to see her. I had dreams of me running into her in the mall or me sitting outside her house and catching her come out the house and tried my hardest to plead and beg to have her back in my life. I had this dream of making her happy since we were 12 years old and I needed to continue to do for a lifetime. As I walked into the room, there stood a doctor who was holding onto her chart. Ari noticed my presence and gazed over towards the door and sat speechless as her eyes still held the same pain and hurt in them that I was all too familiar with. "I'm assuming this must be dad", he said as confusion plastered across my face from the words of the doctor's choosing fell from his mouth. I looked over at Ari as she gazed at me before looking down and began to play with her fingers, something she always did when she got nervous about telling me something. As I kept replaying those words in my head, everything just went completely.. black.