Falling From It Again

Six

CHERYL's POINT OF VIEW
Brooklyn, New York
9:21 p.m

"I didn't really wanna say yes, Tony." I said as I sat at the edge of our bed and took off my heels.

"You didn't have to, babe." He said as he took off his shirt.

"I did but...her. Just-....why? I felt good about her at first and now? I don't know, baby. Is it just me that's getting the feeling that she's no good enough for him? Do you feel that way too, baby?" I asked him as I turned slightly to look at him. He rubbed his neck and looked at me.

"I mean, you know the kind of women that Shemar-....I don't know. His girlfriends in the past aren't that great." Tony told me.

"Don't say that. He's fine. Well- I don't know but I just don't want to see him hurt, Tony." I told him as I stood up and walked over towards him.

"He won't get hurt. Trust his heart." Tony said as he grabbed my waist.

"Just like I trusted my heart the day that I married you." He said as he gave me a kiss. I smiled.

"I'll just let it go. You're right, baby. He's happy and that's what matters." I said as I put both of my hands on his bare chest.

"Exactly." He said as he smiled at me.

"I'm gonna go check on the kids." I said as I patted his chest soft and walked away.

"Alright."

In Ciyle's Room:

"Hey, baby boy." I said as I walked into Ciyle's room. His room was junky. Had cars and things everywhere.

"Mom. I'm not your baby boy anymore." He said as he started to play his video games. "I'm ten now." He said as he made his voice a little deeper to act manly. I laughed but I didn't let him hear me.

"You're so cute. You know that Mommy loves you but it's time for you to go to bed, sweetheart. Alright? Brush your teeth, turn the game off and lay your curly headed self down somewhere."

"One more game, Momma. Just one and I'll-...I'll be done soon, I promise." He begged a little bit as he paused the game.

"No, sir. Time for bed." I said as I shook my head and crossed my arms. I always had to be harder on Ciyle- he's so much like his Daddy and he sometimes get's out of hand.

"Okay." He said as he stood up, walked past and me headed towards the bathroom down the hallway. Now, I had needed to check up on my first born- Cai.

When I went in her room- she was doing her usual...painting.

"Baby girl, it's getting late. Have you been doing this ever since your Dad and I left?" I asked her as I stood behind her and watched her lightly stroke the canvas.

"Yes ma'am. I've gotta get this done. Remember? I have the art show coming up at school and I've gotta get first place. I mean...like, I've seen other people's and what they've came up with so far and Ma....they're really good." She said as she slightly looked at back at me.

"My baby girl is good too. I have faith in you. You're talented, you have determination...just like me, and you're full of creativity." I said as I smiled down at her and rubbed her head.

"I just-....I hope that I'm good enough. I've been working on this piece for exactly two months. Why do I still feel like it's not good enough?" She asked as she looked at it. I looked at the art picture.

It was a painting of a teenaged girl whom was in the midst of having mixed emotions. Her skin was mocha brown and her hair was smooth and silky. The earth created the background and the water was purely blue. Mixed emotions in a world full of lust, hate and happiness. Her facial expression was full with worry and distraught - she painted confusion and maybe...I hope not- in empathy.