Terminal One

It's You Again...

Same Day....

"Hold the hell on..." Zac mumbled, "What do you mean, you heard otherwise. Who in the fuck told you I was dead?" he asked, getting pissed.

Fatima grabs his wrist, he looks back into her eyes, calming down. "It doesn't matter..." "Mamas, I don't need nobody going around spreading shit..." she stands, "And I get that but let's look at the bigger picture. You're here and safe. Let people think what they want. We clearly know the truth." she suggested, giving him another kiss.

"Fatima's right Zac. And honestly you already know who spreaded that shit so it really doesn't matter." Danni reiterated.

"Again, I didn't want to ruffle any feathers. And please forgive me if I did. I'm just glad I was able to take the opportunity to apologize and know first hand that the rumors weren't true." "yeah a'ight." Zac mumbled.

Danni nods, rubbing her belly again, then walks away.

"I swear it's always sum'em with that bitch." Zac mumbled. "Like what...." Fatima grabs the back of his neck, kissing him...

Completely forgetting what he was about to say or even thinking about, he wraps his arms around her waist, melting into her.

After a few moments, they separate. "You kiss me like that again, I'ma make sure to upgrade your subscription to the Mile High Club."

Fatima laughs, "I thought I was already a part of that club..." "Oh no. You are..." he reiterated, rubbing her booty subtly. "But this membership is the VIPPP package." he uttered with a bouncing brow.

She laughs again, "Zac, what the hell is VIPPP package?" as they started to gather their things, from the food court to go to their gate.

"That's the Very Important Private Pussy Package..." She bursts with laughter.

"Zac....Please shut up!!!!"

3 Days Later....
Virgin Voyage Cruise Ship

Fatima takes a sigh of relief, feeling the wind brush past her face and through her hair. Kiss,

"You Good Mamas..." Zac mumbled in her ear. Coming up behind her.

"Yeah..." she replied, feeling his hands wrapped around her waist, he laid his head on her chin, as they just sat silent enjoying the view of the never ending sea.

Fatima takes a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes, "You good?" Zac uttered in her ear. Kissing her gently on the cheek.

Fatima nods, "I guess I am..." "What do you mean?" "Zac, do you think we made the right decision..." "Honestly Mamas, I don't..." Fatima choked on a sigh.

"Hey listen." he says. "We said that we would wait to have another baby but things happen you know..." he shrugged. "We were as careful as we could be..."

Fatima nods, as tears start to fall. "But making the choice to abort is never going to be an easy or right or wrong decision. But I know it's going to be ok..." he assured her.

"I guess I'm starting to regret it..." she blurted. "Why?" "Because I know that's what we wanted..." "And it's not saying it's not what we wanted. But again. We said not right now..." he reminded her.

"Mamas. I promise it's gonna be ok and you have every right to feel all of these emotions. Hell I feel them too..." he admitted.

Zac sits in the chair on the balcony and Fatima sits on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder.

"What are you afraid of Mamas?" "I'm afraid that I won't be able to have another child." she sobbed.

Zac slumps a little pulling her in closer, rubbing on her back.