"Trust is everything, respect is earned. What do you do, when the possibilities are endless to what your heart desires? There's NO LIMITS to what the future holds"
TW: This book includes violence, drugs, and domestic abuse. Please read with caution.
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My mother answered the door with my father right behind her. "Mom, Dad." I said simply. My mother had a shocked expression on her face, my dad just smiled. "This is my fiancé Melissa, and my son Kylan" I said simply. My mom stood there speechless. "Please, come in" my dad said opening the door wider. I motioned for Mel to walk in front of me and I followed behind her into the foyer.
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Mark" My father said shaking Melissa's hand. She smiled and shook his hand. My dad nudged my mom, she had a scowl expression on her face and stuck her hand out, "Geneva" she said simply. Mel shook her hand and bit her bottom lip out of nervousness. "Let me take your coats" my father instructed. I helped Melissa out of her coat, revealing her dress. "Ooooh" my mother said in a shady tone. My dad's eyes widened a bit. I chuckled to myself.
"Please, follow us to the living room" My mother said simply. My mom and dad headed towards the living room leaving us alone. "Babe, I'm gonna hang out here and look after Ky" Mel said feeling a bit uncomfortable. I rubbed her shoulder and kissed her cheek, "Mel it's okay, bring him back here with us. They wanna meet him" I said with reassurance. She shook her head nervously and took Kylan out of the car-seat and walked into the living room with me.
Geneva Reynolds POV
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I watched as my son, and this woman with my "alleged" grandchild sit on my couch. This tight ass dress she has on, I can't believe she had the nerve to wear that hoochie shit in my house. And Mark has the nerve to invite her in here like it's okay. I will try to be a good sport, but I swear if this young hot tamale says anything out of line, I'm gonna let her have it. Naomi would NEVER!
"So.. mom, dad, this is my fiancé Melissa" my son said. "Yeah, we know" I said shrewdly. I watched as Melissa's face changed slightly. "Excuse me Geneva" my husband said. "Sweetie, it's nice to meet you. I apologize. Geneva and I just expected to see Naomi again" Mark chimed. It appeared that Melissa wanted to speak, but when Mark mentioned Naomi, she just shook her head in agreement and continued to rock her son. "James, maybe I should... uhh... give you guys a moment" Melissa said getting up. "Oh no Melissa, you're fine right here" I said simply, stopping her in her tracks. I want her to know what happened to Naomi, and I want to have this conversation in front of Melissa.
