Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 25- Fancy😒

Ayona

The minute he had left the room, I got up quickly—well, as quickly as I could without flinching in pain.

After being pregnant for so long, I still wasn't used to reaching down to an empty womb/ stomach.

Limping to the opposite side of the bed, I continued towards the armoire. Reaching out with both hands, I pulled both golden knobs swinging the rich dark cherry doors open.

Inside there'd been a variety of robes—everything from silk to plush, in a different colors.

Wow, he sure is fancy.

Curious, I pulled the next three drawers open at the bottom. The first had bath bombs, aromatherapy oils, body scrubs, and some other things I'd have to figure out later. The second one contained a selection of washcloths—medium sized and small.

The last one contained, finally, some big fluffy towels in so many colors that I didn't even know existed.

Not knowing how long I'd have to myself, I stripped out of my clothing and threw a plush robe on.

Since the surgery, I couldn't even recognize my own body. I felt disgusted with myself.

I'd had three stab wounds, all on my left side—surprising that Tamika hadn't been harmed.

In addition to those wounds, Tamika's emergency C-section, had also left me with a thin but long, hip to hip scar just above my pelvic area.

I wasn't used to being so insecure. It was tuff enough growing up dark skinned, fighting daily and learning to love my skin.

I'd gone from being called, "doo-do skin or burnt toast" to eventually "a black Barbie", I'd worked hard to make sure that my skin was always "popping and glowing". But with the flab that hung to my previously perfect body, in addition to my scars I felt ugly again, I tied the robe tightly.

Closing the drawers and finally, swinging the armoire doors shut, I blinked back tears.

I knew I was lucky to have survived such an attack and walk away with my precious baby, but still.

I walked over the my left, standing in front of double creamed doors. Pulling them open, my jaw nearly dropped.

Sheesh.

The walk in closet was basically the size of my bedroom—okay, maybe a tab smaller, but still, it was big.

There was anything from top notch dresses to your daily sweatsuits from Nike and same thing in the shoe variety.

Just then a knock sounded at the door. I walked out of the closet, "Come in!" The door cracked open, "It's Day, you good?"

I appreciated the fact that he was being polite about everything, not to mention letting me stay with him after the incident.

"Yea, come in," I reassured him, pulling at the robe to cover any skin and walking back towards the side of the bed where I'd been sitting earlier.

He walked in closing the door behind him, softly. I took the time to gawk at him, in basketball shorts and a wife beater that strained on him.

He turned towards me, "You ready to get in the shower?" I nodded, walking towards the bathroom.

After the surgery, I mainly shuffled my feet cause lifting up my legs just hurt so much. I glanced back.

"You didn't have to get me all of those things, Day, but thank you. And thanks for letting stay here, I kno—"

"Yona," he pulled the shower door open for me. "I couldn't let you go to that apartment by yaself with Tamika, knowing it's somebody out for you."

With a hand on my lower back and the other hooked in mine, he helped me into the shower. I winced as my lower stomach pulled at the effort.

"Enjoy ya shower, we can talk afterwards." I nodded again. "You want me to stay?"

"Nah, I got it from here." I still had my robe on, just waiting on him to leave. "Ight," he said his hands in the air as he backed out of the bathroom, closing the door on his way.

I looked around from inside the shower—which was glass by the way. It was breath taking the bathroom, everything all in white, except the objects used to decorate it—towels, product bottles, and such.

The bathroom was big, immediately in front of me, was a wall to wall mirror on top of a wall to wall white marble countertop.

The sink was placed symmetrically, dead in the middle, which then had, on one side hand towels, hand soaps, and the other lotions and body oils.

Behind me, facing away from the shower head, was a jacuzzi bathtub—big enough to fit at least four people, same for the shower. On the area top, surrounding the jacuzzi, set was a big bowl of more bath bomb and maybe bath bubbles—couldn't really tell.

Finally alone, I pulled my robe off, opening the shower door I hung it on the railing outside it.

I flipped the knob I letting the water cascade down my body.