I was cooking dinner. My hair was up in a delicate messy bun with my edges laid down. I had just washed my face and rubbed Vaseline all over it for a soft, moisturized glow.
It was another depressing night with Diggy being at the studio and me home alone. I had made his favorite, just hoping he would actually come home for dinner.
Chicken scampi over past and white wine was on the table with candles light. His plate sat near his spot with an empty seat.
I looked out the window at the New York lights and sipped my wine. Diggy and I haven't been the same since I miscarried our baby girl. He was angry at the world and when I needed him most, he was focusing on work to distract him from his pain. That was annoying.
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YN-*Sigh* I'll just wrap this up for you, sweetheart. I said to myself while shaking my head and grabbing my husbands full plate to wrap it up and put it in the fridge with the other meals he's missed this week.
I shifted my sweater dress that I had on and looked at my wedding ring while doing so.
I bit my lip thinking about how much better this boring night would have been with Diggy here.
I went and sat by the piano and opened up the lyric book sitting on the mantel.
I'd been working on this song for months now. All of my inspiration came from Diggy. A song for my husband, that my husband has yet to hear. A real Jay Z and Beyoncé we are.
I pressed the keys gently and began to sang my song. Music filled the living room.
YN-*Singing*
Me Can you focus on me? Baby, can you focus on me?
Hands in the soap Have the faucets running and I keep looking at you stuck in your phone now your stuck in your zone You don't have a clue
But I don't want you to give up Baby, I just want you to get up Lately I've been a little fed up Wish you could just focus on Me
I heard the front door close and Diggy throw his keys on the table.
He walked in and saw me at the piano as I stopped singing but kept pressing the keys.
Diggy smiled his beautiful smile and shook his head.
Diggy-Work. He shrugged while taking his jacket off and tossing it on the table.
His denim jeans sagged showing his Calvin Klein boxers and his t-shirt was plain. His timberlands clean and unlaced. He was such a simple man but still sooooo fine to me.
YN-*Giggle* Home before 7. That's a deal for me. I raised my eyebrow at him.
Diggy walked over and gave me a slow passionate kiss while stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I broke the kiss with a smile- this was a step in the right direction. We haven't been this good in months.
Diggy-What you working on babe? He asked while sitting next to me at the piano and staring me deep in my eyes.
YN-A little something. Nothing crazy. I giggled.
Diggy-Well I smell that good ass scampi in the air soooo... how about I eat and you play that song for daddy? He laughed.
YN-Well your foods in the fridge. Heat it up and I'll play.
Diggy got up and took his shoes off, then walked over to the fridge and grabbed his plate. He popped it into the microwave and grabbed a fork before walking back over to the couch in front of the piano and sitting.
Diggy took a bite of his food and pretended to roll his eyes to the back of his head.
Diggy-Girllll this is sooo good. He said with a mouth full of food.
I laughed before beginning to play my song for him.
YN-*Singing* Me Can you focus on me.
Diggy ate and stared at me as I sang and played the piano. The candles on the table lit the room very dimly as the New York lights behind us made the mood sensual and relaxing.
YN-Baby can you focus on me? Lazy and broke? No, he get this money, so I guess I can't complain But I feel alone even when we're alone And that doesn't cost a thing... so baby please, Can you please fuckin' focus on me....
I finished the song and Diggy sat his plate on the couch and sat on top of the piano.
Diggy-That was beautiful, sweetheart. He said while licking his lips and grabbing my hand.
I stood up and stood between his legs.
He hugged me tight and kissed the top of my head.
Diggy-I-I'm sorry I been pushing you away ma. It just hurts. He mumbled on top of my head.
YN-Its okay baby. I get it. I hugged him tighter.
Diggy-We're gonna be okay, I promise.
YN-Focus on ME and not work so much. We can heal together. I whispered before kissing my husband softly as his hands softly roamed up and down my back.
