Personal Stylist: The Sequel

Chapter 22

* Ariel's P.O.V *

- After The party -

"I'll call you when I get home,Gi. I love you bye!" I said, hugging my best friend. "I love you, too babe." She says. Brandon and I walk to the car. Before getting in the car, I strap baby P in her car seat and make sure it's secured. Then, I get in the passenger seat and strap myself in. Brandon got in the drivers seat and kissed my forehead randomly. Finally, he started the car.
"You went missing for like an hour when we were at Gia and Augusts. Where'd you go? I couldn't find you." Brandon said. I washed my face and put my hair in a messy bun. "I got some bad news today." I tell him. "What was it, babe?" He asked. I sighed. "I got a letter from my father this morning. He said that he was coming home from prison." I say. "What? I thought he was facing a life sentence." Brandon says. I slapped my thighs. "That's what I thought. Apparently, he's getting released early on good behavior." I said.
My childhood was far from ideal. My mother was an alcoholic and a druggie, and my dad was an abusive pedophile. The only family Ana and I had here was our abuela but she died when we were really young. I have no idea how neither one of us ended up in a foster home.
Anyway, Brandon pulled me into his lap. Baby P was asleep in her crib. "I'm so sorry, baby. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "I was gonna tell you. I just didn't wanna talk about it at the moment. But Gia found me in the bathroom and she saw that I had been crying. We talked about it and I don't feel any better about the situation but at that moment I forgot about for a while." I explained. "I understand. How do you feel about it though?" My husband wanted to know.
I told Brandon everything that I told Gia about the situation. I made sure to include my snake ass cousin Leire. "Wait, I have so many questions." My husband says, rubbing my back. We were cuddling in bed now. "First of all, how did ya pops know where to send the letter? Like, who gave him our address?" Brandon says. "That's the first thing I said when I opened the letter. It had to have been somebody who's been here before. And by 'somebody' I mean Leire. Ughh that bitch!" I fumed. "It's aight. She not allowed to come over here ever again. And as for ya pops? I dare that motherfucka to even try coming near this house. It's over." Brandon says. "That reminds me. I'm thinking about filing a restraining order against my parents. I don't feel safe and I definitely don't want them coming anywhere near Penelope." I said. "Whatever you wanna do, baby. I'm here for it." My hubby tells me. I kissed him. "I knew you'd understand." I said.
"Good morning Mrs. Gibson!" I shouted to our neighbor across the street. "Good morning!" Mrs. Gibson says. I grabbed the mail from the mailbox like I always do, and made my way up the driveway. When I got inside, I went through the mail. My YouTube check came and bills, bills,bills, and more bills. I wasn't complaining though.
As soon as I got back in the bedroom, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and didn't recognize it. "Who the hell is this?" I said. Brandon was playing with baby P in our bed. "Everything okay, babe?" He asked. "This number I don't recognize is calling me." I said to him. "Let me answer it." Brandon says. I walk over to the bed and give my husband the phone.
He answered the phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?" Brandon says, making his voice 10 times deeper. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. "You have a collect call from the California State Prison. Would you like to accept the charges?" An automated voice said. Brandon looked at me for an answer. I knew that was my father tryna call me. I nodded my head "yes". I didn't wanna talk to my father but I also wanted to curse his ass out and give him a piece of my mind.
"Hello?" My father says. I haven't heard his voice in so long. It actually made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to cry. "Hello, Ariel?" He said, waiting for my response. "This ain't Ariel. This her husband." Brandon says, speaking for me. I paced the room and bit down on my acrylics. "Well, I ain't call to talk to you.  I called to talk to my daughter!" He snapped. "Nah, nigga. She don't wanna talk to you. You got a lot of nerve calling her phone like this. How you even get this number?" My husband said.
I watched my husband talk on the phone and it made me smile. I was so thankful for him. He always had my back in any and every situation, even if I was wrong. Of course Brandon would let me know when I was wrong but he was never an asshole about it. He was always here for me through thick and thin and for that I'd always love him.
Before I knew it, Brandon hung up and gave me back my phone. "You don't gotta worry about him,baby. We are gonna get your phone number changed, though." He tells me. "I love you so much!" I say to him, randomly. "I love you more, mama." He says, also handing me baby P. She smelt pissy. "Let's change your diaper, little mama. I say, kissing my baby girl.