Imani shut the front door quietly, it was almost sunrise. He was surprised he even made it back without getting caught.
After tonight, he definitely would need to lay low. If Angel found out what he's been doing, he'd be heart broken.
And he can't take another heart break.
"Where you been, Mani?"
Spoke entirely too soon. Way too soon.
Angel sat there, his curls loose, he wore basketball shorts, a wife beater, and had a cup of coffee in his hand.
Black, just the way he liked it. How long had he been up?
Angel looked exhausted, and either Ciro had been getting on his last nerves, or he was genuinely up all night waiting for Imani to return.
"Hm?" He took a sip of his coffee, waiting for an answer.
Imani wasn't sure how to respond, he got caught, and he wasn't going to lie to his Angelito.
"You coming into the house we pay bills for, coming home to our son, coming home to me at six in the morning." Angel started, standing up as he did.
Silence was the only thing heard, and the silence was loud.
Enough to make you go deaf.
"Who is she?" He looks at Imani, his eyes glossed over with tears. Imani's face scrunched up at that.
She?
"What? Mmcht, no way you think I would cheat on you baby." He spoke softly.
Imani grabbed out for Angel, except he didn't want to be touched. He backed up, almost stumbling over his two feet.
"You think I don't notice you on the phone? Or when you suddenly ha-have to go? ¡Dime! ¿Quién es ella?" His voice broke as he spoke, and tears ran down his face.
Imani really fucked up.
He sighed, not realizing how much of an impact he had been making on Angel. "You're gonna wake Manolo. Deja de gritar, lemme explain." Then again, Imani reached out for his one and only.
"Do not fucking touch me!" Oh, so he was livid. The cussing, and the yelling?
Explained a lot.
"Angel, stop yelling." Imani put his finger over his mouth, which he instantly regretted as soon as he did it.
To Angel, Imani was telling him to be quiet in their own home. So, who the fuck was in their house?
"Are you serious? You're telling me to stop yelling? After you come home at the fucking crack of dawn? I'm assuming that bitch is in my fucking house!"
"Baby, chill!" Chanclas were thrown at the taller man, and almost a cup of coffee, until Angel heard the floor creak behind him.
Ay, he didn't want his son to see his parents argue. That's no way to live.
"Are you guys okay? Escuche gritos, pero I thought you two were just playing around..."
The teenage boy stood there awkwardly.
He'd never heard his parents argue before... at least not like this, and he was concerned.
Especially because his Pai almost threw his cup of coffee at his Pops.
"Si.. Me and your pops are just... talking. Go back to sleep, besos."
Ángel spoke out, Imani simply shook his head yes at his son. Ciro was no dummy, there was no way in hell his parents were just talking.
"Besos." The teenage boy said.
"G'night, Manolo." Imani said.
"Night Pops, night Pai."
"Goodnight."
The two men watched as the curly head teenage boy scurried upstairs, heading up to his room.
Angel waited to hear his door close, before turning back to Imani.
Who had seemingly felt himself get nervous.
"Tell me what's going on, now."
