The life of Seven has expanded tremendously. She is a married woman with three kids. Her children are her world. And they have their own lives too as she did when she was their age. Will they stumble into the same pitfalls like she did? Or rise abov...
This chapter is dedicated to my BESS 💜. She was there when I typed my first words on Wattpad. I love you Kayy Happy Birthday 💕.
Seven POV
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I closed my eyes and began meditating. Today I want to meditate on my value in this world. I had never known true love until I had my children. I haven't always been the best mother but I'm pretty damn good. And I base my value in being a good wife and mother. I heard a soft knock on the door and I opened my eyes.
"Ma can I talk to you?" London came in my room. Looking at her I saw that something was wrong. As usual when she wanted to talk because she's so quiet. I patted the side of my yoga mat and she sat down.
"What is it love?" I asked her moving a loose strand of hair out of her face. She pulled up Instagram and showed me a picture of Francesca at the Eiffel Tower. I sighed as she swiped left and I saw her holding a baby. The post said 'Daddy took the picture.'
"Why hasn't she ever tried to call me? I mean she must be settled by now. Isn't that what daddy said she was going to Paris to do?" She sobbed and I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her. I rubbed her back and let her cry into my chest.
Francesca left soon after she had London. She asked Jamal to watch her and she never came back. She sends money for London but has never spoken to her. Now that London is older she wants to know her mother.
"I thought we said no more fake pages?" I ask her taking the phone and looking at the fake profile she created. Francesca won't let London follow her on social media. So London makes fake pages until they get blocked.
"I just wanted to see my brother. Mama I just don't understand why she don't want me. Is it something wrong with me?" She asks and I lift her chin and wipe away her tears. I hold her head so that she looks me right in the eyes.
"London, it was never anything wrong with you. You was perfect from the day you were born. I should know I was there. The truth is your mother knew you were so perfect that she didn't feel worthy of you. But what she failed to realize is that loving anyway is the greatest gift." I say wiping more of her tears. I pull her close and wrap my arms around her.
"I love you mama." She said in between sobs. I shushed her and rubbed her back. As she calmed down my anger was building up inside of me. I done did some fucked up shit in my life and I have tried hard to become a better woman. But when it comes to my kids I'm ready to fuck some shit up.
"Maaaa can you come here!!" I hear downstairs. I pull back from our embrace and place a kiss on London's cheek.
"Let me go see what Kendra wants. You go do something fun! Go paint or something." I tell her and she nods and gets up. She walks out the room and I sigh getting off my yoga mat. I stretch and walk out of my room and downstairs. I see Kendra about to back hand Kai in the face.
