Forever

Sixteen

He stares at me surprised, "Okay" he questions.

"Okay," I say firmly. His smile covers his whole face making my heart soar.

"Okay, okay well I have to work out the divorce with Leslie she's not gonna be happy about that, and then let's take a trip wherever you want we can get married in Hawaii or something" He rambles. I place my hand over his mouth trying to calm his raging nerves.

"Who said anything about marriage D, don't get ahead of yourself," I say standing up. I walk to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of wine. "I can't marry you yet I haven't seen you in two years". He scoffs.

"Like that fucking matters come on Camille I've known you all your life," He says.

"True but little steps I have to move in with you first". His eyes light up at that. I bring the wine over to him nestling myself between his legs. I pop open the bottle taking a sip. I pass the bottle to him as he chuckles.

"No glass" he questions.

"I've never been one for class, baby" He smiles, pulling me into him. We sit in silence passing the bottle back and forth.

"Camille there are some responsibilities," He starts. I sigh leaning into him. I nod slowly, encouraging him to keep going. "There are events, like weddings and parties, you know basic stuff but you also need to train. I will try to protect you from everything I can, I promise, but you still need to learn how to protect yourself."

"Let's not talk about it now" He groans lightly. I turn myself around and straddle him. His brown eyes search mine, his brows curved in deep thought. I press my lips to his lightly trying to settle his thoughts. I bring my hand up to his face, my thumb slowly running circles on his cheek.

"When can we have sex," He asks. I chuckle shaking my head.

"When the divorce is finalized"

"Are you serious" He complains. I laugh loudly.

"Yes, I'm serious"

"But at the wedding you, we." I cover my face embarrassed at the memory.

"Let's not talk about that." He chuckles, enjoying my embarrassment he pulls me closer to him removing my hands from my face. He kisses me lightly. I sigh against his lips. He pulls away cupping my ass in his hands.

"I slept with her," He admits.

"I figured"

"I didn't use a condom." I shut my eyes tightly, he moves his hands up and down my back trying to soothe my racing mind. "Don't be mad," He says.

"I'm not just processing." My eyes meet his, he gives me a small smile. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in pressing my cheek to his shoulder. His phone blares in his pocket disrupting our peaceful moment. I move off of him letting him answer his phone.

"It's Leslie," He says. I nod giving him a small smile.

"Leslie... yes, I'm with her....no we are not.... No, we were not about to....I will not be back home tonight.... Put David in charge.... Call me if anything happens" I wave my hands in his face.

"Divorce" I whisper.

"We need to talk tomorrow, I'll take you to lunch" They work out the details agreeing to eat at some fancy restaurant. He hangs up the phone sighing.

"Rich people problems" I mumble. He pulls me closer making me squeal. He leans in kissing me.

"Soon they'll be your problems," He says pressing his lips sweetly over mine. I smile pulling away to hug him close.

"Let's go to Spain," I say. He stiffens against me, he pulls away trying to find my mood.

"Are you sure?" He questions. I nod rubbing my hands up and down his chest.

"Yes, let's bring Rose, Monica, Rhett, and Mya a group trip.... For Ella"

"For Ella" He agrees.