Fantasies 2

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Bridges.

I lean over the balcony, seeing the crowded streets of Trinidad. It's an early morning and everybody is getting there hustle on, you gotta make that money some type of way. Deanda and I got in last night and it was honestly quiet. All you could hear was the waves of the water, and maybe some people here and there. It was peaceful though. This scene though is definitely what Deanda and I needed.

We haven't had a vacation since our honeymoon and that was a year ago. We tried before, but things didn't go out as planned. Deanda had her moments, plus her job and everything else had came before me but I'm glad she's good. I just hope she keeps it that way. Shay told me certain things can make her shift and hopefully they won't. Shay does a lot of negative thinking and I don't know why, but I'm not thinking that way. If I think that way, she'll think that way as well. 

I sip my drink and enter back into the house, sitting the glass down on the nightstand. Deanda is finally up, because she was sleep for a long ass time. At 8:00 I was up, walking around bored because I wanted to do something but with my wife. I understand she needed her rest though, so I didn't bother her.

I climb into the bed beside her as she sits up and reads something. She's seemed pretty into it but not devastated. She flips through the pages, getting off the bed as she grabs a lighter. Deanda burns the papers, and drops them in the trash as she watches it burn. After making sure the flame was out, she sighs and climbs back in the bed. I rub her thigh as she smiles at me and sits up on her elbow.

"What was that?" I ask her.

"A letter from Sean, suicide note rather. Basically telling me how sorry he was and that he loved me but I'm over it." She shrugs.

"You sure?" She's nods, and caresses my face.

"Yea. I'm over it. It was years ago Darius. I'm married now and moved on. I'm good." She assures, kissing me.

"Aight, come on and get dressed." I rise from the mattress and make my way to the dresser.

"Where are we going?" She questions.

"Don't worry about it, just get dressed. Wear a bathing suit under your clothes." Deanda nods and gets up from the bed, making her way to the bathroom. I know she wants know everything and every single notion, but she'll know when we get there.

After getting dressed, we travel down the steps. The taxi in front of the door waiting for us. I open the door for De and get in after once she slides over. The driver takes off to our destination as I look out at the view. Deanda looking out at the view herself.

"This is so nice." She compliments.

"What?"

"This, all of this. To finally go somewhere where people don't care who we are, where we've been or what we're doing. It's peaceful and relaxing. I actually wouldn't mind buying property out here." She states, raising a brow. I laugh and nod, pulling her toward me.

"Is that your hint to me?"

"We're married so we have to make a decision together babe. What do you think about a vacation spot?" She questions.

"I wouldn't mind it. We can look into that and call our real estate agent. I don't think we should settle for just one place though baby. We need to travel more." I explain to her.

"You're right. I agree with you one hundred percent, now where are we going?" I laugh, kissing her forehead.

"You'll see when we get there." I tell her.

"No, tell me now." She whines.

"Nope. Just sit back and enjoy the ride." She huffs and pushes me off her as I laugh lowly, and look out the window. We pull up to the doc and the cab comes to a stop. I hop out and walk around to the other side. I let De out and take her hand. Once the cab takes off, we walk the pier and come across the yacht. The captain opens the door greeting us with a smile and nod of his head.