I see him the way no one else on this planet sees him... I see him as the human being he is. Christopher Maurice Brown, I love you. I just pray that you know what this means.
Nervous isn't even the word for this situation at hand. Livid is it. How come everytime you struggle no one is there, but once you actually have something for yourself everyone wants to make an appearance to support you. This is the true meaning of fake. Well, this is just my opinion.
Looking over at Christopher, I gently squeeze his hand he's given me since we walked out the building, then quickly put my focus back on the road.
"Are you ready? I mean, you sure you want to do this?"
I feel his eyes looking over at me. Christopher has been doing very amazing these past six months. It's not his learning that was difficult, it was his speech. Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to move up a grade, but it's fine.
I have all the time in the world.
"Yeah. I'm.. I'm scared. Not ready. No, no, I'm not ready!"
I come to a halt as the light turns red... The same color as Christopher's cheek as I turn and look at him.
"Don't be. She'll love you. I believe so."
I turn, and quickly peck his lips. Pulling away, I make it just in time for the light to turn green so that the cars behind me won't hit the horn. I swear the light could turn green, and 0.00000003 seconds later, the driver behind me would honk their horn for me to drive off.
"Are you sure? If that's the case, why'd she leave me and never come back?"
Shocked, but at the same time expecting this, I sigh.
"Wait, no. Don't be mad at me. I don't like the mad part of you."
I give him a smile... An actual, genuine smile.
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"I'm not mad... At you."
Mumbling the last part, I grip the wheel tight once I found Christopher not focusing on me nor actions.
I can't be upset over this. I don't know her situation, this is Christopher's business. This is between Christopher and his mother..... Then, why'd he ask me to come?
I mean... The least she could've done was visit... Just once. But again, this isn't my place to judge. Let alone judge someone whom I didn't know. I hate being judged, so I wouldn't dare but anyone else through that feeling.
Pulling up to the driveway, I take the keys out the engine, and pause.
"....mmmmmmm... What are you doing?.. You're not getting out."
"Want to do a small prayer?"
He giggles, nods, closes his eye while bowing his head, and grabbing both my hands.
"Lord, please let Miss Brown love and nurture.."
"What's.. That mean?"
Smiling, I shake my head at his interruption.
"It's like how a mommy holds and takes care of her baby."
He smiled, giggling and laughing while jumping up and down in his seat. His over excitement causes my heart to melt.
"I want a baby too!!! Let's... Let's have a baby!"
Feeling cheeks grow hot, I clear my throat.
"I'll think about it. We'll talk about it later."
He squeals, jumping out the car door. Totally forgetting me sitting here. Also, totally forgetting our prayer.
Published
September 16, 2016
I'm sorry, I know I said this chapter would be about a Mama, but this is the chapter about going to her house. So, don't be upset. Two chapters in ONE day!
