Elan ran upstairs as fast as she could and slammed her bedroom door behind her. Tears began to well up her eyes so she internally grabbed herself, hoping that it would stop the tears from falling. "Fuck that ignorant bitch" she thought to herself.
She walked over to the mirror and stared deep into her own eyes. There she stood 5'5 with dark brown eyes, weighing only 115 pounds. She had beautiful chocolate skin. She could see her heart beating out of her thin chest. Even though Elan was considered tiny, she had a beautiful shape. She had a little cute booty with nice sized boobs that fit her body.
Elan's eyes moved from her own down to her tank top. She tugged at it and then let her hand swipe her tights. All she could think about was how bad she wanted more for herself. Not much materialistically but mentally and situationally.
She turned around and plopped down on her bed and grabbed her phone. "Come get me Mami" She typed. She tossed her phone back down beside her. She closed her eyes and began to travel. She wanted far away from her mom's house. She couldn't take the abuse any longer and if she couldn't get away physically just yet, she would use her mind to take those trips as much as she could. She brought up a scenario in her mind that involved her girlfriend. A scenario where they were married, happy and far far away from Dayton Ohio.
*BUZZ BUZZ* her phone sang against her bed sheet. "I'm on my way", the text read. Elan got up and got herself together. She threw on a supreme shirt and her Jordan's and grabbed her bag. Once done she checked her phone and didn't see an 'I'm here' text on her phone from her baby. So she decided to take the extra time to put on some makeup.
Elan wasn't very big on wearing makeup but at times she liked the way it made her feel. Plus her baby loved when she wore it. She didn't use much, just a little concealer, eye liner and a little something for her lips. Once she was finished her makeup she checked her phone once more and there was the text message that she was looking for.
She damn near flew down the stairs and out the door. There waiting for her was an all-black Escalade. Elan laughed to herself. Her woman was 4'11 but loved big trucks. Elan reached the truck and opened the door. There she was Naomi Torres, looking more beautiful than the last time Elan saw her. She was short and cute but very tough. Naomi was a retired marine and once you got to know her, it wasn't hard to tell.
Her light brown skin was illuminated by the street light. There was an age difference between these two but it didn't matter to either one of them. Naomi 31, Elan 22, Naomi didn't look a day over 19. Elan hopped in the passenger seat "I missed you" her voice was low and relieved. "I missed you too" Naomi said placing a hand on Elan's face. "Is everything ok?" Tears began to well up in Elan's eyes. "Yeah I'm ok, just drive. I need to get the fuck out here". Naomi did as she was told.
As they drove Elan stared out the window, looking up at the sky. She searched for a star but couldn't find one. Naomi looked over every now and then with worry in her eyes. She knew that her baby was hurting but could only watch her in pain.
Naomi laid a hand on Elan's thigh. They drove for what seemed like forever in Elan's mind. Finally they reached their destination, they both hopped out of the Escalade, Naomi walked over to Elan as she waited. They both walked up to the front door of Naomi's house together.
Naomi's house was damn near a mansion. Elan had to remind herself that Naomi wasn't a millionaire every time she went to her house. She had to remind herself that Naomi got the house in the divorce settlement. Yes Naomi was divorced, another thing about her baby that others would judge that Elan didn't give a shit about.
Elan loved older, seasoned women. Not old enough to be her mom but old enough to teach her something. Once Naomi opened the door they both walked in. "The kids are with their father this weekend." Naomi said as she closed the door. She could feel Elan's nervousness. Elan was nowhere near ready to be a step mom but she was so deep in love with Naomi it had her feelings about women with children all mixed up.
"Does that mean I can stay the weekend?" Elan turned to her lover and asked with a huge smile. "It does" Naomi said walking towards her girlfriend and placing her hands around her waist. They held each other close for a few seconds, then Elan pulled away and hung her head low. "What's wrong?" Naomi said with much concern in her voice. "Can we cuddle?" Elan said slowing looking up and meeting her baby's eyes. "Of course" Naomi said with no hesitation.
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Elan loved how soft Naomi was. She had convinced herself that because Naomi had children, that was the reason she knew how to hold and nurture another person, qualities that Elan felt she didn't have. Naomi had her arms wrapped tight around Elan. Their breathing was heavy and slow as they laid together.
"Do you want more kids?" Elan suddenly spoke as she turned her face up to the ceiling. Naomi made a face and tried to quickly change it but Elan saw it out of the corner of her eyes. Elan broke their bodily bond and turned to face her girlfriend. "I mean not right now, but in the future." Elan said reassuring her woman. "Yeah of course, you know I love children." Naomi's face was impossible to read in this moment. Elan searched her face for some type of reassurance.
"So—"
"I want kids with you." Naomi said breaking Elan's thought.
"Are you sure? You didn't seem sure just—"Elan sat up.
"I'm sure." Naomi's voice was energetically grounding. She spoke with a soft but strong tone that made Elan calm down instantly.
Elan was quiet for a moment. "Come" Naomi said as she motioned for Elan to lay on her bosom. Elan did as she was told and laid all her worries on her baby's chest. "I love you." Naomi spoke almost in a whisper. "I love you too."
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The sweet smell of syrup drizzling on pancakes woke Elan from her slumber. She sat up and stretched her body. For a moment she searched the room reminding herself of where she was. A smile instantly appeared on her face. There was nowhere else she'd rather be.
She arose to her feet and walked over to the closet where some furry pink sleepers were. She slipped her feet into them. "Lil tight but it will do." She laughed out loud. She headed to the door before stopping short. 'My meds', she thought.
Elan had bipolar, and ironically, so did Naomi. You would think that would be a difficult combination but it worked and it worked well. They both understood each other more than anyone else. They also kept each other healthy and pushed each other to do better whenever they had a low moment.
Elan grabbed her meds and headed down the white spiral stairs. Naomi was scrambling eggs when Elan walked up behind her and put her arms around her waist.
"Mmm. How did you sleep baby?"
"Sleep was great. I even had a nice dream about you."
"Oh did you now? What was it about?" Naomi put the stove on low and turned to her baby.
"You were sad because I was leaving, I was moving to another state. I left and you were depressed and we broke up."
Naomi punched Elan in the shoulder "Bitch you said a nice dream!"
"OUCH girl!!! Let me get to it" They laughed. "But yea, you were depressed and you started ignoring my calls. I said fuck this moving shit and came back and moved in with you." An instant smile appeared on Naomi's face.
"See I told you, you just had to let me finish." Elan said in a sexy tone, moving closer to Naomi.
"Mhmm." Naomi said cutely.
They kissed and held on to each other for what seemed like eternity.
