day1 love

chapter 34*well now, that's interesting

It's been a week since we made up and things have been really good but he's been watching me close as my pregnancy progresses.
I have just around a month or so left before I FINALLY get to hold the babies in my arms.
I feel pretty good except I'm almost always tired and I'm huge.
Sam keeps reminding me I'm preggo, not fat, and I'm glowing with good health.
I want to have a farewell dinner party because Mr. Gardinez has been staying here as he recuperates, and his daughter Nieve is coming today bring him back down to Florida to live with her.
Sam is cool with the idea, but decided to cater it, as he doesn't want me to overexert myself, which we all know I do have a tendency to do!
I AM a bit of a perfectionist, and I WOULD obsess with planning the menu, shopping for the ingredients and then preparing and crafting the experience.
He doesn't realize that actually has a beneficial effect on me, but I'm not about to argue with the man about it either.
I can at least make up a guest list though, and that's what I've been doing today.
Fancee, Dre and Tiff, Smythe and Daze, Akki and Kammi, me and Sam, Carrie and her crush, also named Sam, and Mr Grandinez, also his daughter Neive rounding it out.
This is happening tonight and I can't wait to see everyone as Sam has kept me pretty much to himself.
Can't complain though, as I love being around him, just being together makes me feel good.

Before I know it everyone is at the house, all gathered around the table, various conversations all happening at once, creating a festive atmosphere.

The food is great, the company even better and I sit back, full and replete watching them all interact with one another.

Fancee tells us the story of how she's been keeping an eye on Tris at every visit, and how she witnessed that girl he's with now, get beaten on in full view of the guards and nobody intervened, which leads us to speculate on how that could even happen.
Obviously he's got friends in there, or he paid them off to look the other way.
Having been his punching bag, I immediately feel pity for the woman, whoever she is.

Dre and Sam are talking to Mr. Gardinez about his recovery, which considering the man's age, has gone rather well.
He had no long term damage sustained from suffering that gun shot and his eyes are twinkling as he listens to his adopted sons, as he has began calling them, talk about what they will do when they find him, the shooter who had almost ended Luis' life.
They carry on in this manner, talking torture among other things, when Mr. G says mildly, with a raised eyebrow, "What makes you boys so assured that my shooter was a male?"
Every conversation at the table stops almost in an instant, and every eye is now on him.
"Well it was a male, wasn't it?" Sam queries, raising his own brow.
Dre looks astonished and we all wait for him to answer.
"No, it was most definitely, NOT a male who shot me!"
The silence is deafening and then all at once everyone starts talking.
Everyone except Dre and Sam.
Well, now that's interesting.
Dre has suddenly sat back in his chair with a look very similar to the one Sam is wearing, one he gets when he's onto something, even stroking his chin in the same manner my man does on occasion.
His eyes are gleaming with this new information, and Tiff looks at him with interest, knowing her man, as I know mine.
He asks intently, "Oh really? What does she look like?" Mr. G pauses and then says, "She's of Spanish decent, tall and slender, short dark hair wide dark eyes. And she's completely crazed. She shot ME, a total stranger, in cold blood, for no reason that I even know!"
Neive sucks in a breath, and looks close the tears. He gives her a sidelong glance, grasps her small hand in his large and warm one, saying to her in their native tounge, "Esta bien mi querida aun estoy contigo"
Tears fill my own eyes as I watch their bond, and my mind quickly translates his words of comfort.
He'd said, it's alright, my darling, I am still here with you"

Dre nods his head, glances at Tiff, takes her hand and leads her out of the room, a determined glint in his eye.
Something is definitely afoot.

Dre's POV

I drag my girl from the room, pull her into the backyard and sit her down on the bench.
Taking a restorative breath, I drag a hand down the side of my face, unsure of how to tell her what I gotta tell her, not wanting to say this to her but still knowing it needs to be done and said.
"Babe, the chic he describing is the same Looney Tunes bitch that's been following me around lately, she's the same broad that came to the door last week! I believe that this bitch is tied into my brother's murder, cause she's his bitch"
She looks at me with a mix of dread and admiration.
Dread, because she knows I'm about to come up with a plan that may put me in danger, but admiration cause she knows I care little about my personal safety if it means getting justice for my brother, and protecting my adopted sister.
The horror he'd subjected her to, the terror she lived through, and that Sam continued to have my back all spurned me forward with this plan of action.
She really doesn't like it when I propose that it appears that we broke up.
We won't, not really, it just has to look that way.
This way,
I can let the crazy girl think she's got a shot with me and I can pump her for info, then pump her full of lead, after getting revenge on her lil boyfriend for my brother.
Ahhh, I love it when a plan comes together!

Tiffany's POV

So, this is the plan...?
It's going to appear that we aren't still a couple, so he can bait and lure this psychopath right into a trap.
I don't like it, of course I don't.
I have a feeling that it'll work though.
So tonight when we got home from Sam and Nik's, I went and packed a suitcase and made it seem, by our very loud (and very faked) argument, was that we were at quits.
I deserved an Academy award for the performance I put on, screaming at the top of my lungs that he was a no good, lying, cheating dog, and that I hoped him and his new bitch would be very happy together.
I cried real tears too, and those weren't faked because I was very afraid of what would come next.
I even hopped a Septa bus to make it even more believable that we were at quits.
Last thing I saw was HER come out of the shadows on the side of our apartment building.
I hoped he knew what he was doing, cause this, this could go so wrong.

Nina POV

Wellll, now that's interesting!
On time too, because my devious mind was just beginning to plot a way to get this bitch out the picture.
I needs me a man like Dre!
He needs someone now that she's just publicly shamed him to their entire neighborhood.
estúpida perra nunca avergüenzas a tu hombre delante de la gente! I think to myself.
Here lately, the voices in my head have become bilingual, don't you know?
Well, at least they aren't still berating me for putting up with my man!
They don't see that I so deserved to get dealt with for failing my mission and then playing him false, and not admitting it.
I'm lucky he didn't do worse, or tell me to go ahead about my business and left me alone.
The bruised areas are already mostly healed, leaving no visible reminders of his violence, or my own for that matter.
We had, on this very day, had a wonderful time in O Zone! He wasn't enough for me in some ways, and too much in others.
His violence turns me on, but only when it isn't directed at me, ohhh who am I kidding , it even turns me on when it is!
But that's not exactly smart to do, because his violence is deranged, and so is he.
I have to tread very carefully now because if he ever catches on that I even like this guy, it's a wrap for me.