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A/N: Lol sorry I disappeared. I had the most insane writers block. But also so many life things happening. Well here's two chapters. Excuse errors

Devonte

Yazmine thought I was playing, but I was dead serious. She already had the ring, I was itching to set the date. I wanted to make her Yazmine Taylor. Or Yazmine Carter-Taylor, whichever one she preferred. But there were three things that were still bothering me, and until I got them taken care of, I wouldn't keep pushing for a wedding date.

Number one was Yaz's mental health. One thing that I didn't play around with was mental health especially with my history-with my mom-and I knew Yaz wasn't suicidal or anything but it bothered me when she would scream in her sleep. She sounded terrified and it killed me that I couldnt take the fear away from her.

It also killed me that I wasn't there that night. Shit, even though Yaz was the one with the nightmares, I woke up at regular intervals just to make sure she was stil there in my arms. Safe. I just wanted my baby safe. But she was dragging her feet when it came to therapy. But she refused to talk to me about it, so I needed her to talk to someone, anyone.

So yeah, I wanted to make sure she did something to address the night terrors. Knowing Yaz, she would just try to ignore her problems until they went away. But it had been a minute and she still woke up in cold sweat, crying out for help.

Number two, I wanted to get this stalker shit deaded. It took everything in me not to put Yaz on total lock down until we caught the weirdo, but I knew she would resist. And I can't blame her. Nobody wants to have their movements restricted. So I let her continue her daily routine, keeping the cameras and security and her location and everything I could do to have some type of control.

Initially I was worried it was my fault that someone was after Yaz, since the stalker materialized after we went public, but now I was not so sure. The fact that there could be someone from Yaz's past that wanted to hurt her was troubling, and it made the list of suspects bigger.

Number three, I wanted Yaz and I in the same state. Ok, to be real, I wanted us to move in together, also. My little blended ass family and shit. Things were good with Renee, the co parenting was a breeze, Arman had warmed up to Yaz, and I just wanted us all together. For starters there was security and privacy, since nobody knew where I lived. Then, selfishly I just wanted my baby all to myself. I had of course lived with Yaz before, back in college, and during the summer, and I loved it. I loved waking up to her face first then in the morning and having her face be the last thing I saw at night. I loved gripping her waist and yanking her closer to me if she ever drifted away when we cuddled. I loved how she put her cold ass feet on me, I loved feeling her body heat, even though that meant I had to throw the covers off sometimes. I loved how she woke up and her bonnet 9/10 had escaped while she was sleep.

Yeah, I was head over heels for Yazmine and I loved being in love.

I was laying down, a rare moment to myself and my thoughts. I had a flight back to Atlanta later tonight, and I had convinced Yaz to come with me.  Christmas break was here, so she had no classes for a couple months away. But in reality I was hoping she never went back to Indy.

Christmas break technically hadn't started; it was finals week, but Yaz didn't have any finals and she already turned in her art project. Right now she was gone, getting her hair braided.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

"Is this Devonte Taylor?"

"Who's calling?" One thing being black taught me, was to never admit it was you, until you knew who you were talking to.

"This is Jeffery Madison with the Marion County Police Department, you left your contact in the matter of Yazmine Carter-"

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