VIXEN

38.

Lorraine.

Several months had passed, and I still get that confused feeling. Lorenzo and I weren't together, but he'd thought it would best if I stayed here, not for him or me,  but for Lamarr and Laila. I wanted to start working again, but Lorenzo also thought I should stay home with the babies. A lot of the time we don't even talk to each other, but still sleep in the same bed at night.

I heard Lorenzo walk through the front door meeting me in the living room. "Hey," he said sitting next to me. "Hey," was all we would say to each other. I could tell he wanted to say more, but never did. They both had been up all day without a nap, so the may sleep for a while. Lorenzo took them from my arms, taking them to their bedroom. I went to go take a shower and get dressed. I was going to go see Chresanto and Bri. "I'll be back," I said to him before leaving.

"Is everything okay between y'all? You haven't been talking to me lately," Chresanto said sitting next to me. Bri hopped in my lap, hugging me tightly. "We're okay, I guess. We don't ever talk, we just say hey and leave each other alone."

"Does it bother you?"

"Sometimes, but I try not to let it get to me. I just want him to be a good father." I said shrugging my shoulders. "And had he?" I nodded my head. "Talk to him."

"I can't, I'm the one has been pushing him away. Last time we talked he cried to me because he felt like I didn't love him anymore," I said mumbling. "Can you imagine how that's been making him feel lately?"

I stayed quiet, feeling the guilt come up. "How are y'all not together, but still live in the same house?" He asked after a moment of silence. "He wanted me to stay for Lamarr and Laila. He didn't want them to grow up with us apart."

I had stayed for a couple of more hours, playing around with Chresanto and Bri. I began to head home before it got to late. It was quiet, and thought the twins may have woken up, but I guess not. I walked up to our bedroom, seeing Lorenzo laying down in bed. I stood and stared at him for a moment, he looked sad and lonely. I stripped from clothes, laying in bed next to him. He quickly pulled his arms out, pulling me close and geld me tightly. "Tell me you love me," he mumbled.

"I love you," I said quietly. He lined in closer, kissing my lips. I quickly kissed back, wrapping my leg around his torso. He laid on top,  shoving himself against me.

Everything is going to get better.

Thus shit was also booty butt cheek.