Undercover

33.

Maya's P.O.V.

"Wow Maya, you've really outdone yourself. I love the decorations."

I laughed as I threw my keys on the counter. "I picked this Airbnb out myself so I got my skills from you ma."

"You did, didn't you?" I smacked my teeth as she laughed, putting her bag on the couch.

"We only have the weekend left here, then we're leaving for Atlanta."

"That's great baby. I'm so proud of you, you've got this all figured out."

"Yeah, I guess. Do you want to do anything? Go see a movie? Visit some friends?"

Her face changed as I said the final option. "No movies. No friends. I just want to spend my time with my baby girl."

"Fine. I'll go get you settled in. I grabbed the shopping bags we got a few hours back and took them up to my room.

I placed them on the side of my bed and smiled to myself. She's really home. I've dreamed of so many different scenarios of how this would've happened. This was better than all of them.

"Maya, where's the bathroom—"

I snapped my head up at her as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Why are you crying baby?"

I wiped my hand across my cheek and it was stained with tears. At that moment, I guess I was overwhelmed by my own thought.

"Come here, come here." She walked over to me and gave me a warm hug that I had been needing for a long time.

"I don't wanna lose you again," I whispered into her shoulder.

"It's okay Maya, I promise I'm not going anywhere okay? I'm going to be right here. No one can take me from you. Okay?"

I nodded as she grabbed my face and kissed my forehead. This was so surreal. Nothing could destroy my happiness at this point.

Jamila's P.O.V.

"Ouch Mila that hurts." I snickered as I threw the alcohol-filled cotton ball away and replaced it with a band-aid on Adri's knuckles.

"That's what you get for fighting."

"So. She spit near my foot. You would've done the same."

I shrugged. "Maybe. But for now, you need to take a breather. They've probably banned you from campus already."

We laughed as she sat back on the couch. "Probably so. At least I fought for something I loved."

I nodded. "So how's it working with you two?"

"Nothing's perfect and you've gotta be open-minded at all times. We may not have been the best fit for each other at first, but we're learning to adapt and get to know each other more."

"That's great Adri, I'm so proud—"

"ADRI, CAN YOU BRING ME MY JUICE BOX?"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "But sometimes I wanna strangle him."

I laughed and got up. "I'll take it to him. You sit back and relax Mike Tyson."

"Ew. Why can't I be Floyd?"

"You have an accent."

"And he has a spitting problem. Where's the correlation?" We laughed as I went into the kitchen to get his juice box from the fridge.

"Yeah and so does the professor. But you won't beat his ass will you."

She scoffed and sat back in defeat. "Hell no."