Every Kind Of Way.

back in my life.

Two weeks later
Sunday, June 27th

Fatima

"Babeee, I have to leave." I tell my man who can't keep his hands off of me. We were standing in the bedroom talking until I realized he wasn't listening, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck3. "Reschedule baby." He tells me. "I rescheduled two times already Zachary, I promise i'm coming straight home to you."

"You promise?" He asked in a baby voice, I swear he could get anything out of me. "Yes I am, i'll always come home to you." Lately my man has been clingy as hell. I'm not complaining but he's been on me more than usual, i'm thinking he got his period or something.

"Fine, I'll walk you out." He said releasing me from his embrace.

"You're in your underwear sir." I grabbed my louis bag from the dresser.

"That because you stripped me of my clothes."

"No my fault, put some clothes on and you can walk me out."

He hurriedly put on some shorts and a tank top, put on his slides and dragged me out of the apartment. "Damn, do you want me to leave so bad?"

"Yes, the quicker you leave, the quicker you will be home." We get on the elevator and rode it down to the first floor where Maj was waiting. "Yo why you out here with ya goodies out?" Maj asked my man.

"If you must know, your sister has my clothes on."

"It's mad hot out here why do you have a hoodie on?"

"I'm cold nigga."

"Marie, language." My man said.

"I'm not a child."

"I didn't say you were, I love you." He kissed me. "How many times do I have to say that's nasty? Do I need to spell it out." Maj asked.

"You need to grow up Maj. I love you too baby."

"Aye nigga, hurry up and get my baby home."

"Man fuck you."

While my man went back up to the apartment, Man and I got into his car and made our way to an Italian restaurant. Maj told the host we had a reservation and he led us to our table.

"I'm nervous," I tell Maj. "Don't be nervous. Like I said, it's just a conversation. You sing in front of thousands of people and you can have a conversation with one person?"

"Shut up Remaje."

"Hi," A woman said coming up to the table. She looked just like auntie. Like they're twins.

"What's up mom," Maj said standing up to hug her. "Hey Remaje. Hi Fatima."

"Hi," I reluctantly stood up and hugged her. We all sat down and the waiter came over to greet us and take our drink orders.

"So mom, I already told Fatima the story. Everything you told me. I wanted to give you a chance to tell her but-"

"She's your sister, and yall don't keep things from each other. I understand."

"Right, so-"

"Maj be quiet. Are you and auntie twins?"

"No, she's a year older than me."

"Oh okay. How'd you and dad meet?"

"We were high school sweethearts, got married right after graduation."

"You miss him?"

"Like hell, almost as much as I missed the both of you."

"Speaking of, i'm so sorry about what happened to you. I can't imagine going through that, especially for how long you went through that."