The attraction between two people can be great. The sex can be mind blowing. The kisses can be electrifying....But is it love?
Reagan is a smart girl. Graduated from Howard University one of the top HBCU's in America. Reagan just moved to LA for he...
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I gave our therapist a unbelievable look after she had spoke. "Why do you want to talk about that?" I asked.
"Well I think it's important, it's an underlying issue in your problems." She said.
"No it's not. I'm not talking about that." I said.
"Why not Reagan?" She asked. I looked at Michael and I was sitting closer to him than our last session and his arm was positioned on the back of the couch right behind me.
"Because." I spat out shooting her a glare.
"Reagan, you've asked me for help because I'm the best at what I do. I can tell you and Michael had sex last night, instead of sitting at opposite sides like last time, you're closer, but you don't want me to know so you're sitting at a respectable distance, his arm is behind you to signify your his and he will protect you, your legs are crossed because you're trying to 'hide' your sexual desire for him. I'm good Reagan, now we will discuss the subject." She said shocking me slightly from her reading us perfectly right now.
"I don't want to talk about the loss of my baby." I said sternly. Michael shifted and I looked at him and he gave me a soft smile.
"Why are you saying my?" She asked, "It was Michaels baby too right?" She asked.
"Of course it was his baby." I said, I didn't like her questions this session, I didn't like them at all.
"Then why say my?" She asked. I was frustrated at this point and wanted to leave.
"I don't know! But what I do know is that was my baby I was carrying, my little baby that deserved the entire world, and it was my fault. It was all my fault." I said fighting back the burning tears that began to rise. Michael moved his arm from the coach to around my shoulder.
"It wasn't your fault Rea." He said looking at me trying to calm me down.
"No! It was...At my first appointment the doctor told me that the baby was showing the signs of fetal alcohol syndrome. Which is retardation of mental development and of physical growth, particularly of the skull and face of the infant. She said it was early and I had a chance to correct my diet and everything and our baby would be fine, and I was so scared to tell you, all the stress on top of that...I killed my baby. And I can never change that." I said now fully in tears. She reached over and handed me a tissue box.
"You never told me that." Michael said, I shook my head and let out a sigh.
"Because, I didn't want to face it, and to look you in your face and tell you I killed your child." I said tucking my lips in and then releasing them and closing my eyes.
"Reagan you should've told me this." Michael said.
"I'm sorry." I said not looking at him. But I felt his eyes still on me. How could I keep that from him, and how could I be such a terrible mother before my child was even born.
"Reagan it's not your fault so don't blame yourself for what happened. I'm not upset with you at all. It's my fault because I stressed you out." Michael said pulling me into him smooth and softly. I shook my head no because it wasn't his fault. I knew better.
"It's not neither one of your faults. You both are playing the role of the criminal in a case where you're both innocent. You can not control that your body wasn't ready to carry a baby, and Michael you cannot stress that you are the reason, this is making you both stressed, mad, sad, irritable, because you feel like you did something that can only be handled in the hands of God, this blaming yourselves is going to cause a break on this if you can not rise from this tragic situation." Doctor Moore said. Maybe she was right. Maybe it's not my fault.
"Reagan I got you baby." Michael said kissing my forehead.
"I think this session has done all it can do for today, I want you both to go home and realize all the good surrounded in your life, and I'll see you both next week." She said smiling. I stood up and adjusted my shoulder bag. I shook her hand and left the officer. I wiped my face and let out a breath.
"Hey Rea, come here." Michael said walking to me. I hugged him tight and he rubbed my back. "We're gonna be okay." He said. "Reagan I talked to a manager like I promised you...I sent in pictures I have of you, and some I've taken of you, he love you. He sent it over to some designers...He has 4 bookings already for you if you want this." He said. I backed away and gave him a shocked look.
"You..You did what?" I questioned. I was still in disbelief.
"But you'd become a full time model when you so, you wouldn't work at the company anymore." He said reaching for my hand. I placed my smaller hand in his masculine hand and the smell of his Polo Red Men Cologne had entered my nose from me being close to him.
"Michael...I, I can't believe you did this for me." I said and he flashes his beautiful smile.
"I remembered you and your dad talking about your plan when you came here, you basically said this wasn't your dream. And when you got the modeling gig you began to glow, I don't want you doing something you don't want to do." He said.
"You're right...I want to not only design but I want to be a model, I want to be able to wear the work, where others work and show the beauty we can create..." I said then looking up at him. "Thank you." I said hugging him. He picked me up and spun me around.
"MY BABY IS GONNA BE A SUPER MODEL!" Michael yelled, I laughed at him screaming to the top of his lungs.
"I love you." I said as he placed me down back on the ground. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly.
"I love you more." He said.
"You're amazing." I said smiling at him.
"And you're gonna be late for your shoot with Keith." He said. I had forgotten all about Keith and this shoot.
"Oh shit! Thank you." I said pulling out my keys.
"Go." He said laughing.
"Michael...Thank you for being strong for me, about the baby in there." I said and his smile dropped a little.
"Don't thank me for that, being here being the man you need for you and the family we'll have, is what I'm supposed to do." He said.
"I know. And you are doing a great job." I said he smiled and walked to his car.
"Thank you baby." He said.
"You're welcome my love." I said unlocking my car door.
"I'll see you later." He said opening his door.
"See you soon." I said. I got in the car and pressed the break and the start button. I pulled off to meet Keith at the shoot. I soon arrived to the studio and walked in.
"Alright the star is here! Come on sweetheart let's do this." Keith said coming quickly to my side.
"Let's do it." I said smiling. Vogue, watch the fuck out.
