Shhh...

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Yuri watched as she sat there talking and laughing with the girls. Damn she's breathtaking. Skin so soft, hair glowing, plump full lips, eyes sparkling like the ocean. How could I be so stupid and let her go when I did. I admired her. I missed her. She was different from all the girls in school. She never did anything to anyone. She kept to herself, never one to be loud and obnoxious and still she was the centre of attention. She never liked the attention often stating that she thought it was too intrusive and it made people think that they could be someone who they're not. She didn't like fake people. She was a ride or die. She loved her family. She is someone you need in your corner. When you come for her or a family member she'll come back twice as hard. I craved her. Not a day that goes by that I didn't think of her. 

I remember at parties she was the life of the party, she never saw it but she had the party banging because she wanted those around her to be having fun too. Not get pissy drunk but fun, letting your hair down kind of fun. It was in that light that she was just a cool down to earth girl that was fun to be around, laughing and joking. She never had any pretentious agendas. She was as genuine as they come. What can I say I love her. But will she love me? After everything I did for her would she look at me differently.

I had lost track of when she took off from the party. I went to her house some weeks later but no one was home. The house was empty of all things liveable. The next door neighbour mentioned that her family had moved to New York but didn't know whereabouts. I was stuck. I wanted to apologise and let her know that what I did I didn't mean it but I couldn't. I don't why but I just couldn't tell her. Maybe I was scared of losing her. But that's exactly what happened. She left. She left me. What was I going to do?

Seeing her again in the flesh when the boys and I were at the bar I couldn't believe it. She had grown up, and I mean grew up. She was still as beautiful as the day I met her. She had now filled out, her womanly natural curves swaying while she walked. The clothes on her body hugging her perfectly. Hell, she was perfection. I had imagined all the girls I had along the years was her but it amounted to nothing. All those broads were fake as hell in body and attitude. They was just a quick nut and then it was off to the next. Do I feel bad that it happened? Yes. But do I regret it? Absolutely. So that is why I need to make sure that she listens to me and takes in what I have to tell her about how I feel about her. She doesn't know the extent I've gone to get her to want me again. But I am damn sure I won't let her out of my sight again.

My eyes fought to stay open as the night wore on. All the children were tucked into bed while the adults were outside the yard unwinding. Mama knew all the adults would be too drunk to drive home so had the spare rooms made up for the children and later adults to sleep in. All the adults were now enjoying being free from their children so made the most of the child-free time they had. Yana had completely let her hair down. 

She sat with the females on one side of the yard while the other sat the men. Over the couple of hours that she was at Mama's place Yana couldn't help but feel genuine happiness for the first time. She was grateful for Mama organising this get together. Yana knew it meant more to her son knowing that he had cousins, aunties and uncles and most importantly his grandparents and father around. Yana sat quietly deep in thought about earlier on in the evening watching her son play in the backyard with his father and all the other children. CJ couldn't get enough of his father, often sitting next to him or cradled into his arms. The look of contentment on his little face looking up at his father with the same freckles, dimple and cheesy smile looking back at him. It felt like the party stopped and everyone looked over at Yuri and CJ cuddled up watching the other children. It was just them in their own little world not even bothering to interact with the other fathers and their sons. Yana couldn't control the tears trickling down her cheeks because this was what her son had wanted all his life, to have his father want to see him and be with him.