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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I inspected the sexy platinum-blonde man in front of me, adjusting Axton in the seat next to his. I took in the moment of my baby and his father bonding with little small talk here and there. it was Axton's soft giggles that somehow mocked Damien's raspier ones that I just couldn't help but love.
I was amazed by the small moments, but there's a bigger topic I want to discuss. I reached into my tote purse, grabbed the green-cased iPad, and handed it across the table to Axton. He bounced it lightly as he received it. "Thank you, Mommy," he let's out a toothy smile.
"You're welcome baby"
I sigh before flipping my newly well-done braids to the side that laid straight down my back and pooled a little on the cushioned seat. My little boy was distracted in his activities before I attempted to open my mouth.
"I know," he says, leaning back on his side of the booth and crossing his arms. It has been weeks since I spoke to the man, as he never fails to upset me, even when I am not in his presence.
I had to deal with non-stop threats all week from a woman who believed I killed her son. It was clear to me that it was about Jaden.
But how did she know about me and how did Damien know about that woman texting me?
I shrug off my thoughts at the sound of Damien correcting his throat, getting my attention.
"Are you feeling that stressed, sweetheart?" He tilted his head, licking his lips. I internally rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname before nodding and slouching back in my seat in defeat.
"I need a break."
I watched as the man in front of me sat up with a straightened back, holding his inked hand for me to grab. "What are you doing?"
He ignores my question so I as well sit up, wrapping my hands with his which fits perfectly. I close my eyes as he massages them, feeling myself relax.
"Y'know, you'd feel much better under the roof of mine" his voice lowers. I scoff at him, "That all depends, are you ready to tell me what happened on your five-year getaway?" I remove my hands from his palm which I knew bothered him.
"That all depends, are you ready to explain to me why now you suddenly wear the promise ring I gave to you?" he tilts his head at me. I felt my breath hitch as I quickly covered my hand from under the table.
I completely forgot I had it on!
My heart was racing as I gazed out the window, trying to calm my nerves. "Don't worry about it," I muttered under my breath. Suddenly, a deep, infectious chuckle erupted from him, sending shivers down my spine. The thrill of the moment was almost too much to handle along with my embarrassment.
