Kim and I had just returned from the video shoot, opting for some alone time before the nanny brought the kids back.
"Is it me or is time going too fast?" Kim asked, leaning against me in the hot tub, bubbles surrounding us.
"What made you think of that?" I asked, my hands gently moving along her side.
"Doesn't it feel like yesterday we made things official and now we have a baby together and he's growing up so fast?" Kim pondered.
"It does," I agreed, reflecting on how swiftly time had passed. It seemed like only yesterday I started my career, produced Drake's album, the twins were born, and now they were almost two. Kim and I met, became a couple, Psalm was born, and now he was nearly one.
"So much has happened, and I never really sat down to reflect on it," I said.
"How about we slow things down a bit?" Kim suggested, turning to straddle my lap, our soapy, wet bodies sticking together.
"And how would we do that, baby?" I inquired.
"That vacation. We could leave everyone behind and just enjoy our time together," she proposed.
"I love the idea. When are we leaving?" I asked.
"This Friday," she grinned.
......
I hoped this party would live up to the hype as I stepped out of the car with Travis, who was already incredibly high.
"It's about to be crazy, man," Travis exclaimed.
"It's been awhile since I've been to a party," I noted.
"That's why you're gonna enjoy this one to the fullest, no complaints," he assured.
"I got you, man," I replied.
We'd been at the party for about two hours, and I must admit, I was drunk. I had gone through a whole bottle of Hennessey and way too many shots.
"Yo, I'ma be right back. Kylie is blowing my phone up," Travis mentioned.
"Sure thing, man," I slurred a bit.
"Y/nn?"
Who the heck is this?
"Oh, so you don't see me?"
"Oh shii, Isis, what's up, sis?" I realized.
"You be doing the most, calling me by my first name," Isis joked.
"The whole Ice Spice thing ain't my vibe, so what's up?" I replied.
"I'm just tryna talk," Isis said.
"About what?" I asked.
"Damn, can't you be nice?" she retorted.
"I am being nice. You didn't wanna make a damn song with me-" I began.
"I never said I didn't. I just said I can't afford your damn ass. You charge too damn much," she interrupted.
"Stop lying, you be balling. I've seen the iced-out jewelry," I laughed.
"Boy, shush. You know that was a signing gift," she admitted.
We continued drinking and talking, eventually hitting the dance floor together.
.......
I woke up in my bed, suffering from a brutal hangover, my head pounding mercilessly. Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Expecting to find Kim beside me, I was startled to see a red-haired woman in her place. ISIS?!
"What the heck?!" I blurted out.
Panicking, I scrambled out of bed, hastily grabbing my clothes. The red-haired woman, Isis, propped herself up, completely nude.
"Shit, you're leaving already?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
I turned away quickly, avoiding a prolonged gaze at her bare breasts. She chuckled, and I heard the rustling of sheets.
"I gotta go," I stammered.
"Just like that?" Isis questioned, her hands tracing down my back, her breasts brushing against me.
"I have a girlfriend. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm sorry," I muttered, feeling utterly filthy.
"I'm sorry, Isis," I added before rushing out of the room. She called my name as I fled. Downstairs, Travis was nowhere to be found, so I hurried to my car and left, my mind in turmoil.
As I drove out of the community, my head throbbed intensely.
"Damn it! What have I..." I began to say but was abruptly cut off by screeching tires and a violent jolt. My head collided with the windshield, shattering it, and pain surged through my body. The cacophony of car horns and the sight of someone's face looming over mine were the last things I perceived.
"Pete?"
......
Kim's POV
My world was shattering into pieces at my mother's words.
"What?" I stammered, struggling to comprehend and breath.
"He was involved in a car accident this morning with Pete in the other car. Pete is fine, but Y/n—" Kris paused, her voice choked with sorrow.
"Is he okay, Mom?" My voice trembled, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Kim," Kris whispered, the weight of the devastating news heavy in the air.
"No—I..." my voice trailed off, overwhelmed by grief and disbelief.
This can't be happening.
.....
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