Blu sat on her sofa sipping wine. She couldn't believe how things were all fucked up. Jayden seemed like the one, but its obvious he just another one. She hated that she let her feelings get involved with someone that was ready to fully commit. One thing her mother always taught her was that no matter how good of a woman you are, you can't make a man that's not ready for love and commitment be ready. Love is something that you can't rush or force.
No matter how much she told herself that her heart wasn't listening. Through the bullshit she still loved Jayden. It was something that she couldn't turn off. She wish she could. Blu stood and took her bottle of wine and glass back into the kitchen. As she was washing her glass out her doorbell rang. She looked at the time on her stove and saw that it was a little after eleven.
Blu already knew who it was. Taking a deep breath she went to the door to find Jayden leaning against her doorframe. He looked good standing there, but his looks didn't mean shit right about now. "What the hell are you doing here? Matter face what the fuck do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"For what?"
"To talk, Blu. Are you going to let me in?"
She rolled her eyes and turned from the door. The door closed and Jayden followed behind her. Blu took a seat on her sofa with her legs tucked under her. Jay sat down and stared at her, but she ignored him as she grabbed her phone checking random things.
"Blu I know I fucked up and have been fucking up for a long time, but I really do care about you. I don't deserve a woman like you."
"Newsflash you don't have a woman like me. You had a woman like me. If you came over here to give me a sorry speech and all that other bullshit; then you should have left your ass at home. I'm tired of hearing your weak ass 'sorry'. If you didn't fuck up all the time you would be able to learn some new vocabulary other than sorry." Blu rolled her eyes, getting up to go in the kitchen. She needed some more wine to deal with Jayden.
"So you giving up on a nigga?" He said walking in behind her.
"Yup." She swirled her wine around and looked at him.
"Damn Blu so it's like that." Jayden folded his tattooed arms across his chest.
"Yeah its like that. You made it like that when you couldn't just deal with a real one. You out here chasing women who don't give a fuck about you. All they see is money and big, hard dick to hop on. I deserve better and I want better. If you can't give me what I deserve then there is somebody else out there that will.
As she tried to walk by him Jayden grabbed her arm bringing her back against his front. "Blu don't fuck with my mental like that. I can't stand the thought of another nigga with you."
"Nigga please. You out here doing you, but expect for me to sit here and just chill. Boy please you got me fucked up." She moved from his embrace.
"Ba-"
"Jayden I'm tired and its late, so its best if you leave. I don't have the energy to deal with you right now." She glared at him.
He stood there with his hands tucked in his sweats as he looked at her. No matter how hard she was trying to play, he could see the hurt all over her face. He needed to get his shit together and fast because he didn't want to lose Blu, but at this rate he may already have. He stood there for a moment longer and finally walked out.
As soon as the door shut Blu went to lock her door. She leaned against her closed door and just as she knew her tears began to fall. She hated that she loved him and she hated that it wasn't going to be easy to erase him.
******
Kevin laid back on the bed and looked at his fiancé. Marah was beautiful inside out. Kevin loved .Marah to the moon and back and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. He couldn't wait until their wedding day. They had a bumpy journey, but through the strength of their love they pulled through.
Marah walked over to Kevin and straddled him. His hands automatically went to her waist. Kevin stared at her admiring her beauty. "Baby you know I love you so much."
"I love you too. In fact I love you so much that I want to give you something." She reached over in the nightstand and handed him a rectangle box.
"What's this?" He looked from the box to her.
"Open it."
He removed the red bow and opened the box. Once he did he looked at her in shock. "Shamarah is this for real?"
"Yes baby it's for real." Marah smiled.
"How far along are you?"
"Four weeks." She smiled.
"Damn a nigga gon' be a father. Thank you for allowing me to have that opportunity."
"I know a better way you can thank me."
"Oh really? And what way is that?"
"How about I show you." She began to kiss down his chest.
For the rest of the night they were lost in each others arm.
******
"Jade." De'ante leaned on his elbow looking over at her sleeping form.
"Leave me the hell alone De'ante. I don't like you right now."
"Baybeh I can't sleep knowing I fucked up. Let me explain things to you. I want to make this shit right, Jade.
"If you had thought to talk to me in advance we wouldn't have to be doing this shit. Now you want to communicate." She snorted rudely.
"Do you trust me?"
"De'ante I do, but after the stunt you pulled I'm scared to trust you. How can just sell me shop?"
"My intentions are good. You just gotta trust me. Know that as your husband I got you." Her caressed her cheek.
"Tell me why did you do it?"
"Jade I can't tell you that right now. Just have a little faith in me and trust me. I know how I went about doing things were fucked up, but just believe me when I say my intentions are good."
"Good night De'ante."
He laid back and blew out an exhausted breath. "Goodnight and I love you baybeh."
De'ante laid there looking at the ceiling. This shit was killing him that his wife was giving him the cold shoulder. He could just tell her everything, but he wanted everything to be a surprise. He sighed and rolled on his side. The only way that he was going to get some sleep is if Jade was in his arms. He wrapped his arm around her pulled her into him.
"Just because I'm letting you hold me doesn't mean everything is all good because its not. You still on my shit list for how you had lack of communication. Then there is the fact of how you handle this whole ordeal."
"Jade just know that it was all in love and I never meant to hurt you. And I'm surely not trying to discredit you in what you love."
Sleep finally pulled him in and he couldn't wait to finish making major moves. He had to get shit back on track so that Jade could get back to what she loved. There were still some things that needed to be worked out, but for right now he wasn't going to push anything. At the right time he would voice everything.
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Independent In Love
RandomJade and De'Ante Rodgers are happily married and are enjoying their now one year old daughter. They face challenges that will put them against odds. Will their love be strong enough to endure? MATURE CONTENT!