{DARKER}**Sequel

Jack; Pt21

I was at home waiting for Cristina but she wasn't answering and she wasn't at home.

I was worried. Was she hurt? I'm calling her again. Right when I dialed her number I heard the elevator downstairs ding and I rushed downstairs.

I saw Cristina but she was with three other children. I looked at her confused and laughed.

"Did you adopt children while I was gone?" I chuckled.

"No these are Nicoles kids, I'm babysitting them for the weekend" she smiled. The small curly haired girl smiled at me too.

"I mean would it be so bad if I did adopt some kids" she laughed. I looked at her serious and then felt a tug on my suit.

"I'm Ruben" the little curly hair boy giggled. I crouched down and smiled at him. "I'm Jack" I winked at him.

"I call this couch" The taller and much older girl said out of nowhere.

"Couch? I have extra bedrooms. Nobody is sleeping on a couch" I looked at them funny.

"There's a split room upstairs to the right it's the one with the brown door" I smiled. I grabbed all their stuff and showed them their room.

"Can we get something to eat like a sandwich I heard the little girl say. I was already up the stairs before I could hear Cristinas response.

I sat all the stuff down on the bed and thought to myself. Why the hell would Cristina bring kids here? Is she hinting that she wants kids?

"Is this the room?" I heard somebody at the door. I stood up and smiled. It was the much older daughter.

"I never got your name" I crouched down to her height.

She looked at me funny with a blank face and eyed me up and down.

"It's Mitchie" she held her hand out. "Jack" she snapped with an attitude. I don't know what her problem was but I didn't appreciate it.

"Well Mitchie, you hungry?" I asked smiling with my teeth.

She nodded her head and sucked her teeth. "Depends, do you have chicken Alfredo" she purses her lips to the side.

I reached for her hand and she hesitated and jumped. "I don't need you to hold my hand while I was down the stairs" she spat.

I took a deep breath and walked behind her.

I saw Cristina on the couch with the smaller kids on her lap. I pulled her to the side and asked her what Mitchies problem was.

"What are you talking about? Mitchie is such a sweetheart" she chuckled.

"This isn't funny, somebody needs to discipline that girl" I yelled. She grabbed my hand and told me to be quiet.

"Did you know she's a domestic abuse victim" she whispered. My eyes widened and my heart began to race. "I- I didn't know I'm sorry" I apologized. "Thats why she didn't want me to hold her hand while she walked down the stairs" I sucked my teeth.

"Jack" Cristina whined. "I'm sorry I didn't know. I'll be nicer to her from now on" I smiled. I walked over to Mitchie and picked her up and sat her on the counter.

I'm surprised she let me pick her up but hey. It's a start. "You wanna help me make Alfredo?" I raised my eyebrows. Her eyes shifted from the floor to making eye contact with me. She smiled and clapped her hands.

"Only if it's chicken" she stopped me and put her pointer finger on my chest. She squinted her eyes and I nodded.

"Alfredo for dinner" she shouted. Ruben and the little girl got up from the couch and began running around.

I saw Cristina smile and it kind of made me smile. But I didn't want kids. At least not anytime soon. Maybe when we're 30 or older. I want Cristina to myself.

I'm not ready to share her with kids yet.

"What's with the sour face?" Mitchie asked me as she searched for a pot in the cabinets lower to the ground.

I giggled and grabbed a big pot from the top shelf. "Why in the world would you put pots up there" she put her hands in her hips.

"I'll be back, we're going to get snacks for later tonight. We're making ice cream sundays" she said excited. "Mitchie you wanna come?" Cristina asked. Mitchie shook her head and began to fill the pot with hot water to boil.

Cristina grabbed her car keys and shit the door on her way out with the other kids.

"So what's up with you? Do you not love Crissy?" She spat while she turned on the stove. I snapped my neck over at her and my eyes widened.

"Why would you think that? Does She think that?" I looked at the door.

"Probably, but I just asked because it kind of seems like you don't" she covered the pot up so the water boils faster.

"Cristina thinks I don't love her? Why the hell would she think that?" I said loud. I then remembered what she told me about Mitchie.

"I'm sorry, I just don't get why she would think I don't love her. I tell her and show her everyday I love her" I groaned. I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands.

I heard Mitchie laugh and come over to me. She stood in front of me with her arms crossed.

"Are you going to sit here and cry about it or prove to her you do love her endlessly" she tapped her foot.  She was right.

Never would I think I would be sitting on a couch crying and taking advice from a 10 year old Im guessing.

"Well I have Alfredo to cook and I'm not going to let you distract me from it" she pouted and headed back into the kitchen.

I picked my head up and laughed.

Maybe having kids with Cristina wouldn't be as bad as I imagined it would.