Thursday, August 28th
12:36 PM
Paris King~These two days by myself has really allowed me to calm down and get myself together a little. I still found myself in different little moods, but I felt myself becoming calmer and less angry.
I knew I needed to call Adrian and talk to him about a few things, and like Raelyn said, I shouldn't wait too long. So I decided to do it now.
I sighed as I laid in our king sized bed....all by myself...I felt bad for so many reasons.
I got my phone out and went to his contact, "Hubby😋💍" and no, I didn't change his contact name.
I pressed call and let it ring.
After about 3 rings, he answered.
"Hello?" He said, sounding like he had just woke up.
"Hey..." I said. "You sleep?"
"Nah I'm up now. Wassup?" Adrian said.
"Well. I just wanted to check on you...and tell you that I didn't mean it when I said I hated you. I still love you." I paused to take a breath. "And I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time these past months.."
He didn't say nothing.
"Hello?" I said.
"I'm still here. I'm just listening."
"Oh...well I just wanted to tell you that I don't wanna get a divorce. I just need a break—and that's actually what I said in the first place you just twisted my words. But anyway...I just need a break to get myself together and past this stage of postpartum..I don't want to keep making you put up with this. I feel like I can't control it. But anyways I love you...be safe."I said as I wiped my tears.
"Well I appreciate you for talking to me." He said. "Communication is key, and we say this all the time. I didn't know you were going through postpartum depression. That never even crossed my mind. I just thought you was...I don't know, losing interest in the relationship. But I'm glad I know now. And I'll respect yo need for space right now. I love you—and I apologize for bringing up ole boy the other day. That was outta line."
"Adrian for a while I didn't trust you...I don't know why. I wanted reasons to blame you for certain stuff, when in reality I was taking built up stress anxiety out on you. It was just so-" Adrian cut me off.
"I get it Paris. Just get some rest, relax, do whatever you need to do. But until you feel 100% again, I won't come home. I don't wanna interfere with nothing." He said. "I'll come pick up the baby tomorrow at around 12."
"I appreciate you. Thank you." I said, surprised at his supportiveness.
"Mm hmm. I'll talk to you later." He said.
"Bye." I said before hanging up.
Whew...
I wanted to take a shower while I could since Lijah was sleep. I urned the water on, made sure I saw steam, and got in.
Two seconds after I got in, I heard the doorbell ring three times.
Omg, WHATTTTT
I contemplated just staying in the shower until they left, but they kept ringing the doorbell and I didn't want them to wake up my baby.
"Damn." I sighed as I put my sweats and my robe back on.
I walked to the door and looked through the peephole as they kept ringing the doorbell.
"Damn! Okay!"
I opened the door to see Aaron standing right there.
"Um I was in the shower-"
"They took London from dad, and they got a warrant out for my arrest—" He was talking fast and was out of breath. "So...I jus-"
"Wait wait wait wait wait wait." I cut him off. "WHO took London? And what are you talking bout a warrant for your arrest?? Oh my god" I said as I started to panic, looking for my phone.
Aaron walked in the house behind me.
"Aaron what the fuck did you do now???" I said, feeling myself about to cry. "And WHERE IS LONDON?"
"I'm tryna talk if you would let me!" He yelled. "I don't what exactly happened but CPS came to pop's house and took my baby, and then the police came talking bout they had a warrant for my arrest, asking where I was and shit."
I seen him getting angry. The veins in his forehead always popped out when he was pissed.
"Okay. What did you DO??" I said tryna stay calm.
"Selling drugs. When I was wit Stretch them 3 years. We had all kinds of shit. And then I was scamming a lil bit when I got back here wit y'all. But I just wanted to come here and say I'm sorry for letting you down so many times. Whenever y'all get a hold of London, tell her I'm so sorry for leaving her again...I gotta turn myself in Paris." He started to cry angry tears.
What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?
"Aaron..." I cried before he pulled me into his arms. "They don't even have a fucking reason to take London away from daddy! She was in good care over there bro! She had her own room, she ate good, and she had a loving ass family around her at all fucking times."
"Just—keep trying until you get her back home. I love you. And Alijah. And Adrian. I ain't talk to Kam cause I know he just gone try to stop me. But ima go. I love you Bubba." He said, still holding me.
My dear brother, Aaron.
Always knew how to find his self in some type of trouble.

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