Three Weeks Later….
Niamha woke up and rolled over with a smile, she opened her eyes and found herself looking back into the same forest green eyes that she fell in love with so many months ago. She leaned in a placed a gently kiss on his lips before pulling back.
“Good Morning.” His husky voice said before his hands snaked around her waist and pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him.
“Good Morning.” Niamha purred into his neck. She felt the shiver run through his body as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his neck.
Niamha felt his arms tighten around her waist as she started a trail of kisses up to his mouth and captured his lips with hers. She snaked her hands up his body and around his neck. Niamha moved slightly so that her bottom was sitting directly on top of his man hood. She began to grind her hips against him. As she moved, she felt him grow underneath her. His hands ran up her back and she released a moan into the kiss as well as a shiver. Niamha broke away from the kiss and pushed him back onto the bed. She sat up straddling him about to remove the shirt she was wearing, when the door swung open.
“Papa??” Little Ezekiel said coming into the room holding his stuffed animal.
Niamha looked down at Landon’s frustrated face with a smirk on her face, she moved off him and saw him let out a sigh before sitting up and looking over at his son.
“What’s wrong buba?” Landon moved re position himself so his son didn’t see his still raging member.
“Papa, hugwy!” he said pointing to his stomach.
Landon looked over at Niamha’s smug face with a pleading expression. She laughed at him before getting out of the bed and grabbing a pair of his boxers to put on under his jersey.
“Come on Zek, I’ll get you something to eat.” She said taking his hand and walking out of the room.
Niamha looked over at Landon as he came out of the room fully dressed in a white t-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin, patched jeans and yellow black and white Jordan 4s. He came over to Niamha and wrapped a hand around her waist and placed a kiss on her neck.
“Where are you headed?” Niamha questioned stepping out of his embrace and towards the table to help Zek clean up.
“Are you forgetting we have school today?” Landon asked stuffing is face with the eggs, toast, bacon, and French toast Niamha made for breakfast.
Niamha looked at Landon, before placing Zek on the floor and ushering him into his room so she could get him dressed for the day. She made him go wash his face and brush his teeth and then laid out for him a grey Jordan POLO, patched jeans and his little grey orange and white Jordan 12s. After making sure he was dressed to perfection she headed into the master bed room and hoped in the shower. Once she got out she noticed Landon sitting on the bed waiting with her favorite honey butter lotion in his hands. She ignored him and walked over to the closet and pulled out some black suede 5 inch ankle boots, peach colored skinnies, a white and black polka dot sheer blouse. She headed into the bathroom and proceeded to put her hair up in a bun and put on light natural makeup with her bright red lip stick. She went back into the bedroom and noticed that Landon wasn’t in there anymore so she grabbed the lotion and lotioned her body down before getting dressed. She did one final check of herself and headed out of the room and noticed that no one else was in the apartment. She shook her head and headed out making sure to lock up before she left. She hopped in her baby Shelby and pulled out of the complex and headed to school.
She parked in the usual spot that the Crew would park in and noticed that Landon still hadn’t made it to school. She initially wanted to worry but she knew he was alright, but that didn’t stop the wash of sadness and worry to go thru her and seep into her heart, like bad gas on a fat man who has eaten nothing but chili and cheese his whole life. She got out of the car and headed into the school, taking monumental steps, because this would be the last time any senior would ever step foot in McDougal Prep. She wanted to cry and feel the emotion of sadness, but Niamha couldn’t find it in any ounce of her body to give a fuck. She was ready to be done with school and step out into the real world. She had everything she could ever wish for: a loving boyfriend, a darling son, a family that loved and adored her, and friends that would ride for her until the end. But she couldn’t help the longing she had to become this wonderful man’s wife and legal mother to her darling son! She just couldn’t help but feel that she was somehow being cheated because she didn’t have a ring and a marriage to be able to say that her dreams came true. In reality Niamha knew she was being selfish, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to catch an attitude with Landon this morning but when she looked back at him and saw that he was looking at her with so much love and adoration, it made her insides melt and the urge to have a weight on her lonely ring finger rise to the surface. She knew she quickly had to rid this green monster before he saw it, so she left and saw fit to ignore him until she could get herself under control. She rounded the corner and immediately spotted the Crew posted up in the regular spot – right in front of her locker. She headed over towards them greeted everyone before opening her locker to place her books away. She could tell that something was up, because before she walked over they were having an animated conversation and feel to an eerie hush when she arrived. She was about to ask them what was up, but then the warning bell sounded and they took off like bats out of hell and walked towards the cafeteria. They took their seats among the crowd of seniors that would be graduating with them in four weeks. Niamha sat quietly among all the loudness and ratchetness students. Principal Alice Cullen walked into the cafeteria looking amazing and called them into attention.
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