Crystal's Heart

XIV. Thank you for last night

"I'm not holding that."

"Don't play that masculine card on me." I throw it at him.

Ricardo caught it.

I grabbed my purse and off we went. Not a single soul was in the lobby except for Austin. He glances up from the crossword puzzle but then looks back down. From what I know, Austin is the type who minds his own business.

When we reached the front of the dorm, Ricardo said: "Wait," then kissed me.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Don't worry," he responded. He pressed me against the wall, "No one can see us from here." He went down and kissed me again.

Ricardo's lips move down towards my neck.

"Not the neck."

He lifted me onto his waist and went under my shirt. I ran my hands through his hair and giggled when he kissed my breasts.

"Spaghetti! Seriously. I have to go!" Ricardo takes his head out of my shirt and pout before he kisses my cheek one more time. "Alright, but don't forget our rules."

I hit him playfully on the chest, "You really are a pervert, aren't you?"

"Fish got to swim. Birds got to fly. Man got to eat." He squeezes my butt.

"Man?" I shook my head, "You really are delusional." I grabbed my backpack from his hand then kissed him, "See you in a week Spaghetti." I ran towards the parking lot. At the corner was my driver, who had been waiting for me for the last two hours because of Ricardo.

He opened the door, "Miss Crystal."

I looked back to see Ricardo leaning against the wall at a distance. He gave me a light wave before he walked to his car. Now, it's time to go back home.

When I got back to my house, the maids and butlers greeted me.

"Where's my mom?"

"She's in the studio."

I threw my stuff at them and rushed to the studio. Inside the studio was my mom and the yoga instructor. Now, without the large dress or coat, I can see the baby bump.

"Breathe in," the yoga instructor says.

She inhales.

"Breathe out."

She exhales.

"Mom," I called for her.

Mom inhaled one more time before she looked at me. "Crystal."

I glared at the instructor, but she didn't leave until Mom signaled her head at the door.

I crossed my arms and took one step at a time then flopped on the mat in front of her. My pose imitates hers. My eyes went down to her stomach and back to her.

"Dustin will be the baby huh."

"For the last time, Jackson and I didn't plan for this to happen."

"When is my evacuation?"

She smiled sarcastically, "On your eighteenth birthday."

I shake my head, "It's not coming fast enough."

Mom put her hands straight and I followed her, "How's school?"

"You mean the dungeon you guys send me to?"

"It was my idea."

"Jackson writes the checks."

"It's Thanksgiving. Be nice to Jackson."