S'pose To Be

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I watched as the sweat rolled down her bosom. The way the sun glistened off her face. It just made me fall in love all over again.

"Would you stop staring at me like that?" She dabbed her face with a towel.

Dominique was her name, my beautiful girlfriend of three years. We've been on break these past two months. I asked her, technically begged her, to come to the gym so we could talk about what happened & what I could do to get us back together.

"DANIEL!" She snapped. I took a drink of the water that was in my hand, continuing to stare at her.

"Can we just fix this?" I asked her. "You'd stop avoidin me and we'll talk this shit out." She looked away.

"I have nothing to say about the situation."

"It was over five years ago!" I spat.

"I'm not talking about this here." She grabbed her towel & got up. As she passed me, I grabbed her by her waist.

"Why can't you just let this go?" I whispered in her ear. I heard her sniffle.

"The simple fact that you tried to hide it from me, that's why I can't let it go..." She released my grip & walked into the girls locker room. I sighed & leaned back on the wall.

3 months earlier

Once I walked into the hospital, I instantly spotted Dominique crying in the corner.

"Baby...?" I walked over to her. She looked up at me. "Is he alright?"

"I don't know!" She cried harder. "They won't let me see him...and Vera is going crazy." I sat by her & held her as she cried. Then the doctor walked over to us.

"You can go see him now." He kinda smiled. Dominique got up & basically ran down the halls.

"Jettie!!" She cried as we walked into his hospital room. I stayed by the door.

Truth be told, about five years ago me & Véronique hooked up. Dominique & I was cool, but she wasn't trynna be with me. So I got tired of being rejected by her & hooked up with her sister, and she got pregnant. When she told me I made her swear not to tell Dominique that he was mine, cause I knew how she felt about me. She was just too stubborn to prove it to herself.

Vera named him Jetter Octavius. Why? I have no fuckin clue, but I love the kid. You could swear that he was Dominique's son. He looks just like her & act like her too, cause all Niq & Vera did throughout her pregnancy was argue all the damn time. She was only 16, and I was 17...

"Véronique, how is he?" I asked. She looked over at me; her eyes full of hurt.

"They said that he could die!" She cried, causing Dominique to break down harder than she already was.

"What happened Vera!" My jaw clenched. She looked down.

"I left him with Chance while I went to the store down the street from his house." She cried. "And when I got back, he was unconscious on the floor in a pile of blood."

"YOU LEFT MY SON OVER THERE ALONE WITH THAT SON OF A BITCH?!!" I barked, cause both of them to jump.

"I'm sorry!" Vera cried. "He's never laid a finger on him before.."

"Ion give a fuck!" I spat. "Ion know that nigga for my son to be alone with him!"

"Son?" I heard Dominique sniffle. I looked over at me & my whole expression changed.

"Babe--" She pushed passed me & ran out of the room. I sighed, looking over at Vera getting in the hospital bed with Jeter & held him as she continued to cry.