TWO YEARS LATER....
"Elena baby slow down you can fall," I whimpered scared that she can fall.
As usual she ignores me and continues stumbling at a fast pace all around our backyard laughing and babbling.
Just two weeks ago she began taking her first steps. Now she's more confident in walking and she's only 18 months.
New York City really gave me the peace I truly needed. Every issue stayed in Arizona. I have no idea how things going over there but all I know is that there's a lot of fucking chaos happening between gangs. I don't care about any of that right now. The only beings I left behind that I truly care about are my parents, brothers, and Melissa.
Daniel is the only one to thank for getting me out of that mess. He's been a real one since the first day I met him. Now he's like my "baby daddy". He doesn't have me working and doesn't want me paying a dime for anything. I think that I've only spent twenty dollars out of my pocket for the two years I've been here. All my clothes, Lena's clothes, food, diapers, and everything else comes from his wallet. Not to mention where we live, in a fucking mansion. Of course we argue all the time because it's not his responsibility but he ends up winning every time.
"Okay Lena," I say picking her up. "It's time to give you a warm bath then its bedtime."
I take her upstairs into our room Daniel is letting us stay in which includes a huge bathroom with a shower, bathtub, and even a separate jacuzzi. This mansion is ridiculously huge and expensive as shit.
As soon as I starting filling up her small bathing bin I have for her, she begins slapping the water playfully and begins to giggle.
She is such a beautiful little girl. She has golden-brown curly hair, beautiful light skin, big hazel eyes with long eyelashes. Other than her gorgeous eyes, what stands out the most is her cute smile. It's the exact same as Lorenzo's. Low-key I miss him so so much.
After letting her play for a few minutes I bathe her then changed her in a warm fuzzy onesie and off to her crib that's inches from my bed. I reminisce back to when I first brought her home as a newborn. I would literally have an alarm go off every ten minutes to wake up and check on her to make sure she wasn't turn on her stomach and possibly suffocate. Now that she's a little older I can sleep a whole lot better now.
Once I was convinced she was fully asleep I went to take a quick shower myself. After I was done I put on a long sleeve shirt and and pajama shorts. I checked Elena one last time then went downstairs to look for Daniel.
One thing I forgot to mention was that we didn't always live in the mansion. When we first arrived Daniel rented us an apartment but then things unfortunately changed and we moved into his parents mansion. About two months ago Daniel's mom, Sharen, lost the battle against cancer and passed away. Two weeks later his father, Damien, committed suicide throwing himself off a cliff and left a suicide note to Daniel saying that he couldn't wait any longer to reunite with his wife. It was so tragic. It hurt me so much I cried more than Marissa at his funeral. You could only imagine how much it destroyed Daniel.
First I went to look for him in his room thinking he's getting ready for bed since it's almost twe midnight but he wasn't there. There's only one place he spends a lot of time in and that's his father's office that takes place in a small library downstairs.
I walk into the room and right away I see him sitting in what he said was his dad's favorite chair watching the firepit in flames. As I grew closer I notice a whiskey bottle that's almost empty and a shot glass in his hand.
He notices me but says nothing. I take a seat next to him and extend my hands closer to the fire to warm up. I hate seeing him hurt like this.
"You need to stop doing this to yourself Daniel," I mumble.
