LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

ITS A VERY THIN LINE

Lucious

Two and a half hours after La called me, we now sit aboard my private jet as clouds soared around us. I glanced down into her gorgeous caramel face while she sleeps within my arms...I ran my hand across the smooth curly hair adorning her head as she shifted a bit then snuggled further into my chest. That old sayin' Mama's baby...Daddy's maybe was never an option with this one...any of my children for that matter but her especially.

I've missed her so much, huh...I plotted her conception perfectly and the only way it coulda been planned any better is if I was God. I can't believe that she ran away to find me either but as soon as my car hit the gates of the mansion I saw her on the front porch...she musta been waiting for me there instead of going inside...because she sprinted towards my car, jumped up into my arms once we came to a halt, and my feet hit the pavement.

She went on a mile a minute about everything under the sun, mainly asking me questions about what exactly happened between her mother and I. I was caught off guard at first, I mean, I assumed that Cookie had already told our kids what I'd done by now, but I guess I was wrong. I ran my hand down the side of her face while she slowly inhaled and exhaled, her arms tightly wrapped around my torso as if she's afraid that I'll be gone if she doesn't hold onto me, her head resting right against my heart.

I love all my kids, but she's always been different...always been that one who understands me the most...always made me want to do better. But now, I'm on the verge of having to shatter the rock-solid trust she's had in me seemingly since the moment she looked up at me after the doctor placed her in my arms on the day she was born.

Quickly peaking outta the window then back down at Laylah, I immediatley noticed the little red mark on her cheek, yet outside of that she seems fine and I'm sure that Cooks is probably freaking out right about now cuz she ran off like that. No, I didn't tell my daughter what happened when she asked, mainly because I need a little more time to figure out the best words to explain myself...so I told her that I'd tell her once I got her safely back to her mother...that way I can tell her and the twins all at the same time. She agreed of course then drifted right off to sleep, like she didn't have a care in the world. I swallowed the lump in my throat while thinkin' of what I'm gonna say to them...I blew hot air...this is about to be hard, and man, I just hope they don't hold my actions against me or look at me differently.

I suspired as my arms tightened around her body while she sat on my lap...the glow from the setting sun flashed across her face and I leaned down then kissed her on the forehead. I'm taking her back for more than one reason, first off I'm in no shape to really take care of her right now and secondly because I'm not sure how long her mother's gonna stay hid away and I know this may be my only chance to see her.

My baby girl pulled up the address to where they've been staying from her phone before we left, I gave it to the pilot and here we now sit smoothly coasting through the air. It's a three-hour drive, but a 45-minute flight and the closer we get to landing, the more nervous I feel in the pit of my stomach. I ain't been this nervous since that night of the investor showcase when I kissed Cookie for the first time in seventeen years. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears that night because I didn't know if after all that time, she still loved me nor how she'd receive my advance towards her.

My tired body shifted in the seat, my daughter slightly groaned then tighten her arms around me, she won't let my ass go for nothing in the world, but I've gotta pee, and she's sitting on my damn bladder...so I've gotta figure out a way to maneuver outta her grasps.

"Pillow stop moving." She grumbled in her sleep against the fabric of my shirt, and I couldn't help but smirk a little bit because this actually kinda reminds me of the many times she'd fall asleep on my chest when she was a toddler, especially after she got hurt. It took us forever to break her of that habit, she always wanted to lay on me when she slept with her mother and I because according to her I was warm, soft, and cushiony...much more comfortable than her other pillows...and she started calling me her own personal man pillow, right then and there.