tuesday, september 5
8:48 am
"You ready to go home, princess?" I ask Amara, pulling her jacket on.
"Yes," she mumbles quietly, burying her head into my chest.
"Hey, y'all! Do you need anything before you go, Liy?" Blake asks.
"Na, I'm good. We both just need some real sleep in our own beds."
"Understandable. You sure you don't need-"
"Blake, I'm good," I smile, giving him a hug. "I promise. I'll call you if I need anything."
"You better. Goodbye, Amara. I hope you feel better."
"Say thank you, Mari."
"Tank you, Dr. Wussell," she smiles slightly. The first smile I've seen her have in a while.
"Bye, Blake."
"Bye, Aaliyah."
As we walk out of the hotel, I carry Amara in my arms, her head now buried into my neck. Then, I realize something. Something that I haven't thought about in a minute. I'm fucking pregnant. With a baby. To a nigga who ain't shit. At this point if I forgive James, I deserve to be cheated on. I just can't believe he cheated again. I thought marriage would change things. I thought it would make us stronger, but in reality it didn't.
I know one thing for sure. When I get home, all that man's shit best be out of my house. He can go stay with his side hoe.
∞
knock. knock. knock.
"I'll be right back, princess. Try and go to sleep," I smile softly, kissing Amara's forehead.
"Mommy, where is dada?"
"I think he's downstairs, my love. I'll tell him to come see you before he leaves."
"Where daddy going?" she asks with her big, watery eyes.
"He's gonna go away for a while, but he'll still come see you."
I kiss her forehead one more time, and wipe the tear that had fallen down her cheek. This is the most painful part. How do I tell Amara that her parents aren't gonna be together anymore? I mean divorce isn't the easy thing to explain to a child.
I walk out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and to the front door. When I open the door, I see James standing there with sad, regretful eyes. But I'm not going to let that affect me this time. I made that mistake before.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I left my backpack. It's the last thing, then I'm out."
"Amara wants to see you before you leave."
"How is she?"
"She's fine. I mean she has the flu, so..."
"Aaliyah, I'm-"
"Don't," I state. "Don't apologize. It won't mean anything. It's a waste of time. Just grab your backpack and go say goodbye to your daughter."
"I still wanna see her, Aaliyah."
"I'm not gonna take you away from her. I want her to grow up with her father in her life. I just don't want to be with you anymore."
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Wounded. |✔️|
Romantizmtrilogy to scars. It's been another three years, and these have been the best of Aaliyah and James' lives. With their now two year old baby girl, Amara Renee Carter, the family has been on top of the world. The couple is preparing to finally get ma...
