Some Day One Day

59

"I always kind of knew you two would get back together. Ya'll just like wasting time. Hey, are these sheets clean?!"
Angie sprung up her supine position into a sitting posture, staring at me through wide inquiring eyes. Ignoring her I gazed at the window behind her where a blue sky made room for warm light to stream through the drapery's transparency.
The day was so beautiful, like my life had been lately.
Sighing heavily, I grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her down to lay beside me on Shawn's king sized bed. We'd been recumbent there for the past thirty minutes conversing about life, staring at the overhead, spinning fan like we used to do in her bedroom when we were younger, and now was the time she chose to ask me that question. I couldn't blame her for asking though.
She wasn't the only one slightly rattled by our lovemaking. With Marissa living in the same household, we had to be considerate of her and the understandable fears and confusion she held about coupling. Even though she had accustomed by now, it was only due to me sitting her down and explaining to her that it was all not only a part of human nature but moreso about love.
She was still confused about all of it, obviously because of what had happened to her and because in her opinion I sounded as though I were in pain, but she accepted it nonetheless. That was such a great relief to both Shawn and I. We didn't think we could've handled not being able to put our hands on one another.
"I changed them this morning." I told her coolly, gazing at the wonder that was the rotating fan. Once I felt her arm relaxing against mine, I knitted my fingers together over my diaphragm like I'd had them before.
My heart skipped a beat against my wrist and the urge to smile struck me every time I thought of him.
"Oh okay," Angie uttered in pure relief, "Good cause I don't need ya'lls mess reeking on me. Lately you guys have been fucking like rabbits."
"This is so unbelievable." I ignored Angie's trite attitude, unable to withhold my thoughts.
"Tell me about it. It couldn't have happened soon enough."
This past month and a half had honestly given me the best days of my life. I found that I enjoyed being with him now far much better than I did when we were younger. It felt so much more...fruitful, truthful, and the security was much more stronger.
"The victory one gets after hard work is priceless," my lips curled in a reminiscent smile, "It's so true."
A comfortable silence followed.
"Can you believe it?" Angie spoke suddenly, her tone unnaturally somber but pensive, "Four years later, look at where we are. We're both married, I'm pregnant. You're probably pregnant."
"No I'm not!" I negated quickly when my tummy stirred, slicing my eyes at Angie.
"Ojay thinks if it's a boy we should name it after his father, and have his middle name be his brother's."
"Awww, how's O'Ryan doing?"
"No not him. Shawn."
A warm smile graced my face and I turned my head to look at her, "They really are like brothers."
"I know. I think Ojay not telling him about your drug addiction still kind of bothers him though."
"I can imagine. I know he'd expect Ojay to at least be truthful with him. That was my fault though. I'd practically gotten on my knees and begged Ojay not to tell him."
"Oh well," Angie waved her hand lazily before crunching it once again behind her head, "It's over now."
"It is."
After another long moment of silence, Angie suddenly asked, "Are you sure you're not pregnant?"
My failure to answer her made me feel her gaze on me.
"I guess it's about time you checked yourself out."
"I guess so that's what I need to do. "

~0~0~0~

I had forgotten that Kellaine was still in the picture.
When we met, it hadn't been too bad though. At first it was strange, but I warmed up to her pretty easily. I could see how Shawn opened up to her. She had come to visit us a few weeks ago with her son Gerald and I'd been thoroughly intimidated because she had a child who Shawn had grown to adore and I hadn't given him one yet.
Then I'd get nervous whenever the thought of motherhood struck me. Was I really ready to be a mother? I wasn't quite sure. I'd be lying to myself if I said my past still didn't haunt me from time to time, although being with Shawn helped me overcome my issues a lot.
We'd talked about it thoroughly and I'd told him how I hadn't been to any meetings that involved other recovering addicts. Even though I had done well so far, it was something Shawn advised me strongly to do. I knew it wasn't because he didn't trust me, but I couldn't blame him for feeling that I needed to do it to better myself.
Life with him felt something of a revolution after a long bloodily painful war.
Now we were rebuilding the blocks of our lives together.
It wasn't perfect though. We still had our various arguments here and there. We had our misunderstandings, but we were always able to meet each other half way. I don' t think I would've liked it to be. One afternoon of my off days I'd been driving around looking for an array of different things. That included looking for another job and taking a look at some colleges.
When I returned home it was to find Shawn's car along with a white, old brand one. I recognized the car as Dreux's. The mere thought of Shawn and Dreux in the same room brought images of flying fists and raised voices.
When I rushed into the house, it was with a battle stance that readied me for war. Stopping by the foyer, I listened to the gentlemen, wondering why I was yet to hear some scathing words being yelled.
"So you basically came here to tell me what to do huh?" I heard Shawn's calm voice.
"Not really. I came here to tell you what I'm going to do." Dreux responded just as evenly. A quiet followed that unnerved me.
"Normally, I wouldn't have asked, but Marissa holds you in high regards, so I came here out of respect for the bond ya'll share."
The quiet that followed had me worrying that Shawn had silently murdered Dreux with one of his death stares so I stepped into view to see what was going on. What I saw instead were two men seated across from one another, ironically with the same posture. Shawn's elbows were propped on his parted knees, as were Dreux's. They were practically facing off each other, the only impediment between them the coffee table.
My mouth melted when I noted how good Shawn looked in all white. He had on a white wife beater and white sweats—what I liked to call the comfort clothes he wore straight from work.
Dreux on the other hand was clad in a black t-shirt and dark gray jeans. Electrical charges went through the two as they stared at one another, until eventually Shawn eased into his couch with his arms splayed eagle on the back of it.
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you." He said it as fact.
"I would kill you right now for thinking that I'd hurt her, but I can't say I don't know where you're coming from."
"Marissa's not like any other girl. Don't fuck around with her Dreux."
That must have been the first time I heard Shawn say Dreux's name.
"I don't intend to. The only thing standing between us is you."
As I stared at Shawn and Dreux, I wondered if things might have been different if Shawn had stood up to my mother this way. Would she have understood, just by looking at him, that his love for me was real? The gate of guilt opened a heavy flood over me as I often still pondered over how differently I should've handled the situation. When I thought that way, believing the point Shawn and I were at now was hard. Shawn had a big heart, I would've thought the same if he hadn't taken me back, and it was moments like those that I swore in the depths of my soul that I would dedicate the better half of my life to make him happy.
I didn't suppose, or think, but I knew that was a great part of what I was born to do.
When Shawn sighed and his muscles relaxed as though he was letting his armor fall down, he continued condescendingly, "Imma be honest with you, the fact that you came up here so that we could discuss this man to man...you just earned some respect from me. And imma do you the same and apologize for how I was before."
Just like Dreux, I was surprised by Shawn's words. As if letting the words sink in, it took Dreux a little bit before he responded with a slow nod.
"Iight."
Shawn then stood up, and so did Dreux.
Meeting each other across the coffee table, they shook hands firmly, but from the way they quickly let go and shoved their hands into their pant pockets I knew it would take a while for these two to take a liking to one another.
"So we cool? Everything straight?" Dreux asked neutrally but I saw the distrust still lingered on his face.
Shawn's jaw bunched and I knew his ultimate reasons for doing this were for Marissa's sake, "Yeah. We coo'."
"Yes!" I clasped my hands beneath my chin, making both men glance my way. Ducking my head shyly, I eased into the room, "I'm so glad you guys have reached an agreement. Your arguments were beginning to annoy me."
"Yeah well, one of us had to be a man about it." Shawn murmured, making both of us dart our eyes at him. Shrugging apologetically, he then broke into a smirk that Dreux snickered at.
"Now I know what you mean when you say he's delusional." Dreux said, making Shawn's smile drop when he shot his eyes at me. I grinned ruefully at Shawn only for him to give me a threatening look that said I would be punished later—only he knew damn right I would love whatever disciplinary action would be headed my way.
"Well I have to get going right now. I'll catch ya'll later."
"Don't you want to see Marissa?" I asked him.
"She ain' here," Shawn answered then made a face as if he smelled something foul, "She went out with Angie."
Both Dreux and I laughed. Both Shawn and I saw him to the door and once he left I grabbed Shawn's face and laid a good one on his lips.
"What was that for?" he slurred after we pulled back.
"Making me love you more and more with every damn thing you do."
Shawn simply laughed and wound his arms around me for a hug.
Giving him the luxury to watch whatever game was on, I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After eating, Shawn had suggested we got to the livingroom to watch a surprise he had for me. Sitting on his hard lap with a wine glass in my hand, Shawn relaxed into his favorite chair, his hands wrapped around the neck of a beer can. I watched the blank screen as he set up the dvd player. For the first few moments as I waited patiently for whatever it was to come on, I felt Shawn's free arm securing my lower back. When nothing showed up, I looked over at him, "Shawn, what is this?"
Calmly, Shawn sipped at his beer can with a small smile. After gulping deeply, leaving my mouth watering from the masculinity of his neck, Shawn aimed at the blank tv screen with his beer can.
"Be patient girl..." he murmured and I laughed, sipping at my chilled, bubbly wine as I looked over at the tv screen again.
'You ready?' I heard a familiar voice on the camera. All the while I felt Shawn's intense gaze on me and continued to watch in keen interest.
'No, gosh Shawn...this is silly," a female complained, and I was nearly sucked by air when I gasped at the image of me standing in a pair of expensive black lace bra and panties.
"Oh my god!!!"
Shawn's laughter filled up the room.
I stood in front of the camera looking forlorn and confused, one trembling hand of mine skimming over my left bra strap with the other daintily concealing the delta of my underwear.
'I don't think we should do this,' I had said with a worried frown, 'I feel stupid.'
'You look good though,' he rumbled into laughter, 'Don't take it off that quick. You're ruining the mood.'
'Okay...like how? This?' when I tried a sexy wiggle of my hips which failed miserably Shawn's laughter in the video was so hard I nearly thought he would choke.
Right now, he laughed in the same way and filled with chagrin, I let out a mortified sound and buried my face in the crook of his neck.
"You didn't know what the fuck you were doing!" Shawn said to me now and I bit on his shoulder blade until I was sure he felt pain—he didn't react to it though.
"Stop it! Oh my gosh, I can't look." I kept my head the other way, one hand over my face in shame. I was also fighting the need to laugh.
"Nah, watch it."
"No! I look like an idiot!"
"It gets good though. Come on. Watch."
Succumbing, I turned around and shrunk against Shawn's wide frame and watched it.
I was soon to learn that Shawn wasn't lying when he said that it got good—when the intercourse came into it. It was moreso from what Shawn was saying and doing that I began to get hot and bothered. With my rump against his lap the way it was, I could tell he'd gotten excited from it too. In no time I was arching my neck to one side so that I could feel more and more of his lips and tongue on me. He'd set his beer can on a nearby table, slipped my wine glass out of my hand and sat it on the table too. Then his free hand went to work and slipped into my waistband. He began stimulating me with his finger, and apparently that wasn't enough for him because he began peeling my underwear and pants off of me. Soon my shirt went flying somewhere in the room, my bra following close behind.
In no time Shawn had me naked, knelt before me. I convulsed all over with arousal and the feel of naught.
"Shawn no..." I whizzed, squirming because his finger was already swimming inside of me, "Marissa could come home at anytime."
Already with his mind made up, Shawn picked up my wine glass and like a waterfall drained its contents. The chilled champagne dribbled from my nipples, down my navel, and sent me gripping onto the back of the chair when I felt its icy cold mingle with the juices from my womanhood.
Raising my knees up and draping them over his shoulders, Shawn leaned closer and gave me a wicked simper before adding, "You know imma lick it all off right?"
And of course, he never failed when it came to fulfilling his promises.