Seasons of Love || Richard Camacho

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May 14th

RICHARD POV

My limbs aren't touching anything, I am not cuddling. When I stretch my arms out in front of me, I touch my bed, no body. My eyes are open wide now and I feel my heart drop. Maybe she's awake already, maybe we're fine and I am panicking over nothing. I get up and put on a pair of jean shorts. She's not in the living room, not in the kitchen and not in the bathroom. I am about to walk towards Aaliyah's room, when I hear giggling coming from the garden. Slowly I walk towards the glass door and I feel the butterflies that were in my stomach yesterday flutter towards my heart. Tiffany is sitting in the grass, Aaliyah is sitting on top of Tiffany's crossed legs. They are both laughing while Aaliyah is pointing at the canvas that lies in front of them. Her little hands covered in red paint, the same color as Tiffany's face. I open the door and they both seem surprised to see me. Aaliyah starts making enthusiastic noises and points towards the painting. I sit down next to my princesas and admire the artwork. 'It's a masterpiece, Aaliyah!' Aaliyah giggles and I caress her cheek. I can feel Tiffany stare at my body and I kiss her shoulder. She purses her lips and I laugh. 'Have you seen the state of your face?' She pretends to be hurt and starts whispering into Aaliyah's ear. 'Don't you think daddy needs a bit of color on his face as well?' Aaliyah starts making joyful sounds while covering her hands in blue paint. 'Niña no, Aaliyah no!' But her hands are already rubbing my cheeks and she's making the cutest sounds while telling me how beautiful I look. I look at Tiffany, who is laughing so hard that tears have started to stream down her painted face. When Aaliyah is done painting my face, I pull Tiffany towards me and press our cheeks together. My little girl starts chanting the word "purple" and both Tiffany and I decide to paint Aaliyah purple as well. I listen to my girlfriend humming "Purple Rain" and I get a bit worried when the humming stops after a strange sound in her throat. She looks sad, but shrugs it off when I ask her.

After her bath, Aaliyah decides it's nap time. When she's asleep, I hurry towards the living room and I attack Tiffany from behind. I wrap my arms around her waist and start kissing her neck. She sighs and turns around to give me a short kiss. 'Your daughter is the sweetest child I have ever met.' 'I know, she's amazing. I wish I could see her more often. The downside of being in a boyband.' Tiffany nods and I can see that she feels bad for me. She shouldn't. We sit down on the couch and she tells me how she woke up early and heard Aaliyah gibbering. So they went for a walk and bought some paint and a canvas to make me a present. And I can't help but to smile. 'I still can't believe that you fell for a slut. And I can't believe you actually helped her escape her ridiculous life. I just don't understand why you would do that.' She sighs and she kisses my cheek. It's like a slap in the face and I fake a smile. It's better this way. Her knowing will change things for the worst.

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A/N : 2K readers oi ooooi! Short but sweet chapter for my lovely readers. This chapter has quite an ending, aye? Eheheh.

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