Breakfast was served on the beach. Which consisted of several charcuterie boards adorned with gourmet meats and cheeses. Fruit, steak, shrimp, eggs, pancakes! A feast fit for royalty. Paris sat back in her chair and watched as the sun ascended into the sky. Her two hands were placed protectively under her swollen belly. It was a view she would never take for granted ever again. So many people who were there with them in the beginning weren't in that moment.
They had already lost so much. Paris could only hope that one day Shamar and Shane would leave it all behind. Alive.
"Paris.." The sound of Natalia's voice interrupted her thoughts. Turning to where her sister stood, Paris placed her hand over her eyes to block the sun.
Her baby sister stood not far away, her hands behind her back dressed in a black Dolce & Gabbana dress & stilettos. She was glowing. Paris hadn't seen that glow in months."Can I talk to you and Shane for a second?" She asked from the doorway
Glancing over to Shane, he nodded his head as he finished his drink. Signaling her to go ahead, neither she nor him knew what this was about. But Shane had a clue.
Rising from her seat, Paris followed her little sister into the house with Shane not far behind her. Natalia led them into the living area. "What's this about?" Paris asked as she followed her sister.
Natalia purposely ignored her. She was giving herself a pep talk. Paris was her sister, one of the most important people in her life. She loved her with all of her heart. She didn't want to disappoint her. But she couldn't help who she loved.
She didn't know how this conversation would go. Natalia could only hope she walked away with both relationships which she valued so deeply still intact.
Solo stood not far away with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His eyes went straight to Paris.'
"What's this about?" She asked again, this time, she was louder.
"How about we hear them out and see," Shane answered as he made his way from behind her and over to the couch. "Sit down." He motioned for her to sit with his eyes. Hesitantly, she did so.
She was sure whatever they were about to say was going to piss her off, but what more could she do?
Folding her arms across her chest Paris glared at a nervous Natalia from across the room as she played with her fingers. "Sissy, hear me out." Building up her courage she looked over to Solo for mental support.
"I know, you want what's best for me and you may think I'm being young and naive, but I need you to remember you once were too." Sitting beside her sister, Natalia placed her hand on Paris' knee.
"If this is a mistake, it's mine to make, P."
"Even if it costs you your life?" Paris quickly asked.
Natalia opened her mouth to speak but Paris didn't allow her to continue "You think of what that could do to me? Or our mother? We've already lost Trey, Natalia!"
"It's my choice Paris, I called you two in here as a courtesy. I'm not asking for your permission." She replied as she stood back to her feet, her hands now on her hips she glared down at her older sister with challenging eyes. She didn't want to, but she was willing to walk away if that meant being with Solo. The love she had for him had her wrapped up so tight she could barely breathe. She wasn't coming up off him that easily. Not even for her sister.
Paris laughed.
"If you hurt him or try to shut him out in any way you won't have to worry about either of us again," Natalia said.
She watched as her sister crossed her legs and clasped her hands together. What she expected was cursing, a lot of curse words. But Paris said nothing, she sat silently glancing between her baby sister and the man she loved.
