Opposites Attract

Epilogue

A few years later......

Eve's POV

" Mum, are you ready? We'll be late if you don't hurry up" I said, walking to the door. Today was our last therapy session after my mother's numerous attempts to get us to talk. It definitely had been more eye-opening than I could imagined and I was glad that we finally got to talk in a healthy manner.

My mother appeared in the corridor, holding her handbag. She finally found them and we were out the door, walking out of the family house towards my car. We both sat in and we drove off to the therapist's office.

" Do you think that you two have strengthened your relationship?" The therapist enquired, looking at us, on the sofa. I turned to my mother and we smiled at each other, the boiling tension that once existed between us had simmered into peace.

" It's been long and hard, given that we held resentment for each other in different ways. I honestly hated how toxic our relationship became to the point that we pretend to be close so that others would believe it too. But we were only fooling ourselves and now we have communicated, the clarity of how we feel about each other is wonderful, almost euphoric. I love my mum and I'm glad we're not only hearing each other but listening. That's where the real change has happened. Don't you think, Mum?" I said.

My mum was never one for emotional speaking but these therapists' session really helped her voice how she felt. She slowly flipped her thick brown curls and held onto my hand as looked to the therapist ready to speak.

" I definitely agree, Eve. I never meant to hold so bitter resentment towards you. I guess I was jealous that you were free to do things I wish I could have done before I was pregnant with you. But you were never a mistake and ever since that day, I felt physically sick that I could breathe out such nonsense to you. I'll keep apologising till I die because you need to know how sorry really I am. I'm proud that we have both mature enough to discuss our problems properly. I love you too."

I was happy that we were close again and I knew there were so many things I had to tell, especially about Marco. My mind wandered to the thought of him, it saddened me when he was imprisoned for 3 years in UK but I got to visit him as much as I could.

I heard my name being called, taking me out of my thoughts and look back to Mum and the therapist. I smiled at them to reassure their concerned looks that I was fine.

As we left the therapist's office, mum and I went our separated ways and I was en route to pick up Marco. My stomach turned a little as I gripped the wheel nervously, driving towards the prison. I was overwhelmed by the thought of him being free after all these years. I was excited but also scared as I wondered whether our relationship would finally last after all that happened.

I parked outside and looked to see his slightly rugged frame walk towards the car as I got out. Our eyes locked as he moved closer, standing right in front of me and some reason I couldn't breathe out a single word in that moment. His face was still handsome as ever and it looked like he gained some muscle. We embraced each other in a hug. It felt like a second home and it felt good to be in his arms free from any threats.

We got into the car and drove to his apartment. Amanda was already there and as always we acknowledged each other cordially, not saying a word to each other. I had no time to play with her anyway and I couldn't care less about if she didn't like me, the feeling was mutual.

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A few months had gone by and Marco and I were making our way to my parents' house for their annual New Year's Eve party.  We knocked the door and the door opened to my mother's beaming face as she looked Marco up and down.

"Ooh, Eve. He's a beautiful one, isn't he?" she said, giggling like a school girl,  I rolled my eyes and greeted her, hugging her as well. I took Marco into the large living room, which was full of relatives and friends. Everyone turned to look at us and the atmosphere became very awkward and comfortable. My dad walked up to us and stood right in front of Marco. He eyed him up before his mouth turned into a grin.

" What's your name, son?" He asked, putting his hand out for a handshake and I watched as Marco confidently accepted and shook his hand.

" Marco Diaz, sir," he said.

" I definitely like him more than Jay. Good catch, darling." my dad said, winking at me. After that, Marco was bombarded my brother and sister, other people came to greet him.

I took a quick detour to the corner that Tanya and Carly were standing and hugged them like I didn't see them two days ago.

"Ooh, he makes me want to drop Jerry and switch up for a Latino man," Tanya said, Carly and I both side eyed and she put her hands up in defence.

"Jk, I didn't really mean that," Tanya said, Jerry appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

" Didn't mean what ?" Jerry asked innocently, I took my cue and left as they started to argue about what Tanya had said.

The annual New Year's Eve party went well and Marco and I reached his flat since it was closer than my flat. We both lay quietly in his bedroom, entangled in each other's embrace. It was cosy as we watched a TV show and laughed at the jokes. It felt great to back together and I was happy that I patiently waited for him. God had really blessed me after all that happened with Jay and for that I was thankful for.

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Marco's POV

"Madre, this is Eva. The beautiful lady I was talking about" I said in Spanish,  ushering Eve to come and stand closer to my mother's grave.  After all that happened,  Eve had stood by me even when I went to prison.

Giving up my father's organisation details wasn't hard , since I didn't care for his lifestyle.

Other cartels got a word of what happened and they were overjoyed that Juan had died. They took back the turfs my father had stolen from them.

" She's so important to me , she's the reason I never give up , Eva." I said solemnly, caressing the gravestone.

She nodded quietly, kneeling next to me. We stayed there for a whole hour, talking to my mother.

We eventually drove to our home on the coast of Colombia , the sun kissing our faces as we reached the house.

We got out and entered the house continuing unpack the rest of our stuff. It was hours later when we finally got to sit down, in the porch. The night breeze hit us in this humid air as we sat in a hammock, relaxed in a calm embrace.

We had been through a lot with each other  and this was a chance to enjoy each other in good pace.

Eve continued to manage  MelaninGlow but from the comfort of our home. Project Liberty continued to thrive and I was glad to live Frank's dream in the most honourable way. I sold Focus Financial realising it was nothing without Frank being there and I fully immersed myself with Eve and in philanthropy.

I  rubbed Eve's belly which was a little round now . The pregnancy was a beautiful surprise and no matter how anxious I was about being a good father , Eve gave a sense of calm and reassurance that my mother used to give.

I thanked God everyday for the opportunity to meet Eve and grow with her. Despite our differences, our love prevailed , proving that opposites do attract.

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This  is the end. Again , I want to thank you for the support and interest in this book. You guys have given me a real confidence boost.

Happy New Year and I hope God blesses you on 2018.

Thank you xxxxxxxxx