When You Left Me

Time never heals

(8 Months Later)

Laurent

"Look papa, I found a flower for your hair. Can I put it in your hair pweety pwease. It's soooooo cutesss." I smiled as I watched my twin brother lean down and let his little 3 year old daughter place the daisy flowers in his hair. My heart clenched at hearing her call him papa. To think I could've had that, a little girl of my own. I hadn't spoken to Jessica after what happened that day, especially since I found out she lost the baby because she was taking weight loss pills, which caused the baby to stillborn.

I wanted kids, it was always a dream of mine to have a little family to come home to. Even at my young age of 24, I was financially stable from the dancing tours, workshops and songs my twin and I put out. I had a huge home in Sarcelles and a joint mansion like home I shared ownership with my brother in Los Angeles. I watched as Larry and his daughter Liloh danced to the Disney music playing. Envy crept into my body and I just sighed.

"oncle i ai des fleurs pour vous aussi, I put them in your hair too yesssh?" I smiled as my heart was lifted by the gorgeous little creature, who looked so much like her mother. As I let her place the flowers in my hair, my mind lingered on the word fleur.

No, I wouldn't let myself think about that woman, despite the immense longing that entered my soul. Clearing my head, I picked Liloh up as she squealed with delight and carried her off to Larry. The smile on my brothers face made everything better.

Jasmine

"Okay everyone, I thank you all for coming to my workshop today. I appreciate it as always. I hope I'll see all you guys again when we come back next month." I listened as Waydi spoke to the class. We had been here for fhree hours straight as he taught the class. I was exhausted and starving.

"Aye! I want food damnit! If I don't get a double cheeseburger with extra pickles and ketchup with a large coke and a sundae, I will strangle you, you damn French bastard." I whined as Waydi just strolled over where I was seated laughing and ignoring my irritated rant. He gently grabbed my hand to help me get up but I swatted his hands away, mumbling that I wasn't crippled. Waydi smiled and just continued helping me up, ignoring my glare.

"Okay okay, ma douce. We will go get some food right now. I'm not treating you like you're crippled, so stop whining petit.", When he said that word, my mind drifted and I tried to ignore how my heart shattered ever so little. I wondered how Laurent had been doing, just as I did everyday. I know the way we had left off was terrible and I should've been mad about him not believing me about Shaun. But I couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. He had been just as broken as me, and I was frightened of how he was handling everything. But I couldn't linger on that anymore. I had to many other things to deal with. I rolled my eyes at Waydi to which he laughed again. How annoying, I happily thought.

He was far to good to me. Taking care of me and helping me heal. I loved him but Lord knows I wasn't in love with him. I would be devastated if he ever left me but I wouldn't be broken, as I had been when Laurent walked away. It killed me that I couldn't love this man like he deserved. I prayed that he would find a woman who could. We walked out the workshop, well I kind of hobbled really, into the Paris streets.

"God, Paris is beautiful. I should move here. I could eat all the sweets a girl could dream of.", I rambled happily as I watched the exotic cars and trollies drive by.

"But you hate sweets ma douce.", Waydi said with a smirk on his lips.

"Shut up Wayye.", I glared at him and Waydi smiled all white teeth and just helped me to the car. We drove to a nearby restaurant and sat down to order. The waitress gave me a weird look when I ordered a large coke and a milkshake, two plates of cinnabons, a platter of seafood, and a side of pickles. She looked me up and down and when her eyes landed on my belly, understanding dawned on her pretty face. She smiled, she was quite beautiful actually and went to get the food order sent in. I could see Waydi checking her out and I laughed at him.

"Oye Wayye, you should ask for her number. She's pretty." Waydi gave me a strange look.

"Non, I'll pass.", I sighed and just watched out the window, the people passed by and I was fascinated with how weirdly in tune they all were with each other. I was just coming out of my thoughts when I looked up and stared straight into molten gold. The air left my body and I heard Waydi mutter under his breath, his eyes on the same figure.

"Merde!"

( End Chapter )

Damn her fat ass sound like me shit 😴 how should I do this meeting? Thoughts?