⚠️Trigger Warning: Story about miscarriage ⚠️
It was a Sunday afternoon when Denver found herself pulling into the driveway of her childhood home. Her parents had invited her and Semaj over for Sunday dinner, but she hadn't extended the invitation to her fiancé. She found herself not wanting to be around him more and more lately, and she hated that. Months ago, she would've told anyone who would ask that she was madly in love with him. Now? She didn't have an answer the question. She knew she LOVED him but was she IN LOVE with him still? It was too much for her to think about when he was in her presence, thats why she decided against inviting him for dinner.
On the bright side, her mother said she would be cooking her favorite meal, that was something to look forward to. The two-story brick home had never looked better, her dad made it his business to always keep in clean and keep minor repairs to a minimum.
She jumped out the car and eagerly made her way to the door. It was the end of September so the temperatures had cooled down. She wore a pair of black drawstring sweatpants that had Brooklyn written on the left thigh in white, and a simple white fitted t-shirt. She knew she was going to indulge in more than one plate so sweatpants was perfect for the occasion.
Before she could even use her key to unlock the door, her father was opening the door preparing to walk out. He had his shoes on and his keys were in his hand
"And where do you think you're going Saint" She smiled
He chucked and hugged his daughter, pinching her side "respect me lil girl I done told you. I'm making a store run for your worrisome ass mama, she been planning on cooking for days and dont even have all the shit she needs" He shook his head
"That's mama for you"
"You wanna ride with me?" He asked as he walked down the few steps
"No, I wanna go dig in some pots. See ya" She rushed into the house hearing him calling after her
She dropped her keys on the table by the door and headed straight for the kitchen. Her mouth salivated at the aroma traveling throughout the house, her nose followed the scent straight to the crockpot that rested on the island. Brewing in all of its tasty, savory juices, the roast sat in the pot cooking away. If she Denver had to guess, she'd say it had already been on for hours, her mother knew how to handle a slow cooked meal.
"Get your nasty ass hands away from my crockpot" Althea popped her on the butt.
Denver didn't even hear her walk into the kitchen, an empty kitchen was what led to her opening the pot anyways. She had been caught red handed, she was just upset that it was before she could get a taste of the steaming perfection.
"Hi mommy" she smiled sheepishly
"Hi mommy my ass, what I tell you about going in my pots?? Especially with dirty hands Monae" Althea was the only one to call her by her middle name, it was what she called her since birth.
"I'm sorry" She kissed her mother's cheek as she pulled her into a hug
"Where's your other half" Althea asked looking around. She liked Semaj for her daughter, she thought he was a total step up from Jace. He made her baby happy, and that was all a mother could ask for.
"He's home watching football probably" She trailed off as she hopped up on the stool next to the island
Althea raised her eyebrows in question, "why? He could've done that here"
Denver hated to put her parents or anyone else in her private life, but she knew if she didn't say anything her mother would keep prodding in her business.
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Toxic
Romance"If I can't have you... no one will beautiful. And you of all people know what I'm capable of" Those were the last words that escaped Semaj's lips before two shots ring off.
