The next day I woke up to no Scott next to me. Why did he leave so early? When I got up out of bed, I went downstairs to make Mac her birthday breakfast, when suddenly I saw a letter on the dining table. I went to it and saw the title
"Happy 8th birthday Princesa (sorry I can't make it)" I opened the envelope that had a birthday card on it. It had the character "Bloom" from the Winx club on it, he knew that was her favorite show. It had glitter lettering saying "Have a fairy fun birthday"
I smiled at the memory of when Mac would beg me to put on the Nickelodeon channel just so she won't miss this show. She never was into Barney or Teletubbies like a little kid would. I opened the card and it revealed $20, and a note on the card saying
"Mami and Daddy love you sorry I couldn't find the time to get you a present but here is 20 dollars so Mami can get you something. Enjoy your birthday princess
Love, daddy"
I was so pissed there is no way I can break her heart like that. I put the card back in the envelope and put it on the fridge and put the 20-dollar bill in my back pocket. I got started on the cake and breakfast at the same time. I was making a vanilla and chocolate swirl cake for her. When Mackenzie came down the stairs she asked "What are you makin mama?"
I didn't respond. She came up to me and asked "Did you hear me?" I didn't look at her I didn't want her to see my tears. I sniffled and she asked, "Are you okay?"
"Um...yeah baby girl, go over there I need to finish your breakfast." She did as told and I took off the oven mitts when I was done checking the cake. When I was done her scrambled eggs, I put them on the plate and placed the pot in the sink. I had to eat to feed my son, so I made myself an egg sandwich. Then I gave Mac her food and placed mine in front of the spot I was going to sit. I kissed her head and said "Happy birthday, sorry I snapped on you, Mami is just tired and frustrated"
"It's okay I understand, is daddy home?"
"No baby, he went to work before you and I got up"
"I hope he comes tonight so we can eat cake together" I sat down and mumbled "me too"
I hope she didn't hear me. When we were done eating, I took Mackenzie's plate and mine to the kitchen to wash the leftover dishes. While I did that, Mac turned on the flat-screen TV to Nickelodeon to put on her favorite show. I just hummed to It Never Ends by Bring Me The Horizon, while I washed the dishes. Suddenly I smelled something burning I looked at the stove and it was the cake. Shit. I dropped the plastic cup. Putting on the mittens, I quickly opened the oven and places the cake on the stovetop. I looked at it and I started to cry. Mac came over to me and said "Mami what's the matter?"
"I messed up your cake, I'm sorry"
"It's okay"
"No, it's not I'm always messing up something"
"No, it's fine I don't have to have a cake this year, as long as I have you and daddy here to sing happy birthday, I'm fine"
She gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. She's the reason why I try. She is the only reason I fight for me and Scott. I want her to be happy. When night time came, I had the cake frosted and had pink sprinkles just like she wanted it and it had "happy 8th birthday Mac" on the top. It was a normal eight-inch round cake. I put the '8' candle on it. I called Scott to ask him if he coming home but it went to voicemail. I fuckin hate when he does that. Here comes 10:35 P.M, and he isn't here. I can tell that Mac was getting sleepy. I looked at her and she said "He's not coming...is he?"
It broke my heart to tell her this "No sweetheart"
"I should have known.... goodnight mama"
She got out of the chair and went to the couch where I was sitting and gave me a kiss. I didn't want her to see that I was about to cry. She then said
"It's okay Mama, I'm not mad or disappointed... I'm kind of used to it"
"Don't you want me to sing happy birthday to you?"
"No, it's okay, maybe tomorrow"
"Okay"
"Wait I got something daddy gave you" I pulled out the 20-dollar bill from my back pocket and gave it to her.
"Thank you, mama, I love you, goodnight"
"I love you baby girl...I'm sorry your birthday is ruined"
"It's not, as long as I got you here with me. I'm good" She went upstairs and I just broke down crying. No child should feel that way. That how my father was. He never really was around. Now it's like Déjà vu.
A week later......
Today marks me and Scott's twelve-year anniversary of us being together. I remember the day he asked me out. The day of his prom. That night I fell in love with him. I remember the night we had to ourselves. I was fourteen and he was sixteen. I was at his house, his parents were on a vacation to renew their vows, so he had plans for us. As we chilled in his room, one thing leads to another as we started making out. As my fingers ran through his soft jet-black hair, he gripped my hips and made me straddle him. He leaned back on the pillow as I rocked my hips on him. His lips went on my warm neck and I said "don't make a mark"
I knew he understood why. As clothes dropped one by one, we were left with half-naked bodies. His hands roamed down my back and his thumbs hooked onto the sides of my panties. I only then realized what I was getting myself into, I then stopped him and said "Wait Scott I'm not ready"
"Okay...I'm sorry it's just that I'm so in love with you, I just want to have you all to myself"
He made me blush at that compliment. I responded, "It's okay baby...maybe when I feel like I'm ready, can we do everything else until then?"
"That's if you want to"
"Bet"
That's when I started kissing him unexpectedly. I remember that moment like it was yesterday, I miss our teenage fun years. But my wings were clipped when I found out that I was pregnant for Mackenzie then at 16 I had her. I had to go to homeschooling after that so I can take care of her. I managed to graduate with all A's and one B, with the help of Scott and my mom. But if it wasn't for the events to happen the way they did, I wouldn't have had my beautiful daughter that I have now. As I put on a red thigh-length dress, and makeup to look sexy for him because know how he loves to see me in red, I called Chassidy to check on Mackenzie before I go out.
"Hello?"
"Hey Chass, how is my baby behaving?"
"Good, has he come yet?"
"Not yet at least"
"Not again Marie...he stood you up"
"Don't say that he'll c—" shit. Suddenly a sharp pain hits my uterus. I hear Chassidy say
"Marie, what happened?"
"I think I'm in labor"
"I'll be over, hang on"
"No call my dad he'll come"
"Okay"
When my dad came, he got me into the car, my water broke on the way there. Two doctors rushing me into the hospital, the emergency delivery room. Within three hours I delivered my beautiful two-month premature baby boy Mason Hughes. When I was put in a patient's room, Chassidy was allowed to come in and so was my family. Mackenzie came up to the bed and saw me holding him. She said, "Can I hold him?"
"Not yet, but you can let him hold your finger."
She put her pointer finger to him and he held it. She then asked, "Mama why is he so tiny?"
"He was born too early"
"Why?"
"Because he felt like he was ready"
Everyone laughed as I looked at Mason's dark blue eyes, I kissed his cheek with a light kiss and I smiled. Then my mom asked, "Where's Scott?"
"I uh—"
Suddenly the door comes open and I saw Scott burst through the door saying
"Hey, y'all...where's my son?"
My dad said, "You have some nerve just so happen to show up after your son's birth. You are three hours late, what was so important that you had to miss this important day, that is also your anniversary as well?"
"I um—look I forgot okay; I was at my friend's house chillen"
"If you don't wipe that smirk off your damn face boy I'ma rearrange it for you"
I interrupted "Daddy, stop it!" He turned around and apologized "I'm sorry but—wait have you drunk, Scott?"
"No"
"Get out!"
"No, I'm going to see my son!"
"You better watch it"
"What you going to do about it?!"
I immediately said "Chill, Scott please stop' Suddenly I heard Mason crying. I tried to shush him, by cradling him closer to my chest, singing a lullaby I made for Mackenzie, and now passed on to him. In 4 seconds, he stood quiet and Scott asked "Can I hold my son?"
"Yeah but please be careful"
He walked over to where I Mackenzie was standing and he reached over and grabbed mason out of my hands and cradled him like I was doing. He smiled as the sight of his second son. He said "He looks like us"
"Yeah"
He leaned over the bed and bend down and kissed me. I can taste the liquor on his lips but I never told my parents that he was drunk that day...they would've killed him if they knew. But I told Chassidy a week after.
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Stone Cold Heart
ChickLitEvery mother has her weakness and that may sometimes bring her down but when it comes to their baby, nothing will stop her from fighting for them. Even if it means risking her life. "Don't do it.... think about your kids. Think about how far you've...
