12 years later...
Keyajah's Pov:
Sitting on a step of the porch watching my kids play in the yard, I looked down at my feet trying my best not to cry. A tear slid down my face, but I quickly wiped it off. I'm thirty-two now but my husband, my kids father, would've been thirty-six.
Just watching our kids play, all six of them looking like a duplicate of him, seeing his smile when they smile, warms my heart. They never gotten a chance to meet Ceejay, their daddy. Oh, and Amir, thank God I haven't seen nor heard about him.
I went inside looking at our pictures on the wall, another tear fell, another one came, and now I'm balling. I miss him so much. I miss his smell, his smile, I miss his corny jokes that always seemed to not be corny but really funny. I miss us laughing about random things, and him busting out laughing whenever I roast him about his stank morning breathe. I miss his face, his touch, how he looked at me, how he held me, and how he helped others.
People thought he was crazy for loving me. Hint, through everything we have been through, mostly because none of this would've happened if he never bothered me. I was so amazed, still am by the way he was loving me. I will never date another man, no one can top him.
My heart was so broken when I heard the news. If I can go back in time and restart everything, I wouldn't. I wouldn't have if it meant that I'll never meet him or my kids. So many scars on my heart, I think his death was the biggest piece, but what can I say. Broken hearts are split into two pieces, and he seem to have the other part to my heart.
People would call me brave whenever they see me, while they walked besides me and my kids. Ceejay will always be my warrior, he didn't fear nobody, nothing, only God could have him shaking in his boots.
So many things ran across my mind as I went searching for tissue. I wiped my nose then looked in the mirror to make sure it didn't look like I was crying. I stared at myself for a hot minute before washing my hands with hot water and strawberry scented soap.
I went back outside to check on the kids, but once I opened the door, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
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