But Who's Counting?

Chapter Fourteen: "Hold me."

The next night, as promised, Alexander let me return home. As soon as I got home, I cleaned up the mess while smiling about my day.

Alexander has been extra sweet today, even staying home and hanging out with me. Maya still hadn't came home today but all day Alexander and I talked and we even went baby shopping for a few hours.

Alexander spent almost a thousand dollars on one baby, completely forgetting about the other one. We laughed it off before deciding to call it a day. Then, we went out and ate Chinese food in the car.

We joked around, stealing bits of each other's food. I had my egg roll on the console one second and when I looked back, it was gone. My eyes ended up wandering to Alexander. He had just finished biting it before looking at me in amusement. He joked about it before giving me his egg roll because - come on,- you don't mess with a pregnant woman's food.

After we finished eating, he drove me back to my place and told me to call him when I got inside my apartment.

As soon as I pressed the call button for his name, he picked up. Then, we only continued to talk. Just from last night, our relationship improved. As if God decided he had enough of this on and off relationship we had going on, he made us practically bestfriends.

Alexander continued to conversation and joke with me until he said he arrived at his brothers house to pick Maya up and would most likely call me later. Then he said that if he didn't get a chance to call me back that he hoped we sleep well and to call him in the morning. So we hung up, one of us with a very wide smile on her face.

I finished cleaning and decided to call my brother, Quincy. I hadn't spoken to him in almost a couple of months - okay, maybe only three weeks but it feels odd going from talking to someone everyday to just every once in a while.

My older brother answered almost immediately, his frantic voice on the line.

"Did mom tell you?" He asked, almost immediately. I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing as I began to worry.

"Tell me what?" I asked, hearing him move around. He stayed silent, silently arguing with someone on his side of the line. I started to anxiously bite my lip.

Quincy Matthews was never someone to be nervous. He was always upfront, blunt, and honest with you. He always said what was on his mind, when it was on his mind. It didn't matter how rude it was, he would say it. He lived by the quote: 'Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.'

And Quincy Matthews always had to something to say. Now, of course, in some situations he knew when to be quiet but very rarely did he actually. If he was dealing with a grown up, he would say it, but he knew how to cool it when it came to younger people - like me. Although we were only separated by two, almost three years, he treated me as if I was a 13 year old girl.

Which is why when he asked if my mother had 'told me' I became worried. Told me what?

Had our aunt gone missing again? Or, worst, died?
Was our mother sick?

God forbid.

However, when Quincy said what he said next, I nearly had a stroke. I held he phone away, glancing at it.

Was I still talking to Quincy Matthews? My brother, Quincy?

"Run that back." I demanded, clutching the phone against my ear as he muttered those three words again.

"I'm getting married." He said. As soon as he repeated it, I immediately switched the call to a FaceTime call. He immediately answered and I was staring back at his face.