LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

A BURIED PAST THREATENS THE FUTURE

Cookie

I stepped back and inhaled deeply as my oldest stands anxiously posted before me, unwaveringly gawking directly within my eyes, while sharing the latest update on Michelle's condition.

"Now, I know you're still a little worried but get on back in there and tend to your wife Dre. She needs you to stay strong now, ya hear me." I spat.

He swallowed hard then ran his hands over his head, the busy hustle and bustle of the normal daily activities of St. John's Medical Center surrounds us as the humid summer heat swarms through the afternoon air.

"I know ma, I know. I just needed a little fresh air, kinda clear my head ya know." Dre replied then leaned in and planted a soft kiss along my cheeks. "Thanks so much for stopping by. It really means a lot to both me and Michelle." He confided.

I tossed him a dismissive hand, he's my baby, of course imma be here for him and the woman he loves during their time of need. "Boy gone wit all that you know I've gotcha back." I replied and he smiled.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on AJ and Mya too ma. Knowing that they're with you and dad at the mansion has really put Chelle's mind at ease cause, you know how she worries bout them." Dre continued and I couldn't help but to snicker, she's so overprotective but hey that's the plight of every real mother quite honestly. It's just what we do...we worry about our babies.

"Andre, baby it's nothing. Me and your father love havin' them there. Lucious runs after Aj and the twins like a big ass kid, so much so that most of the time they tire out or give up before he does." I replied while glancing down at my watch.

I smacked my lips, "Oh, I've gotta run. You know we're shooting Colin's second commercial today and it won't be long before him, La, and Caleb get outta school. Love you both baby. Call me later." I chirped then hugged him.

"Ok ma, love you too. Bye." Dre said as I trotted off towards my waiting car stationed at the curb.

Two days after all hell broke loose at family dinner and I'm still trying to piece things together.

A busy day would be putting my activities today lightly. I shifted against the comfy leather of my seat then pulled my shades up over my eyes, while the fabric of my black Fendi jumpsuit conformed to my curves.

"To the office Mrs. Lyon?" My driver uttered from the front seat as he pulled away from the hospital and met my gaze in the rear view mirror.

"Yeah. To the office Marcus." I replied then darted my eyes down along my vibrating phone screen. I took another deep breath then ran my fingers along the glass, it's Jamal, and since that entire fiasco with Skye and Derrick in the studio on Friday he's been a wreck.

Honesty, I don't think Mal knows what he wants, but personally, I'm not surprised that something like this happened.

Don't get me wrong, I know that he loves Skye but the thing about it is, just like I said the morning I first caught him sticking it to her ass in Aruba...all his life my baby's been gay, and I mean straight up gay.

I think things with Skye confused him because he found himself naturally attracted to a woman for the first time in his life and that's something he's never experienced. Olivia doesn't count because the whole thing was shoved down his throat by Lucious.

Yet, this child, well this child changes things and changes them in a major way. He's not a man to run from the consequences of his actions and based on how distraught he's been over Skye's threat to get an abortion...it's obvious to me that he wants to be a real father to their child.

So of course, Mama Cookie has been on the case to try and reason with Skye because she's been refusing to tell him where she is or even accept his phone calls and honestly, I fully understand her pain but, in the end, he is my son.