Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Epilogue

Three Years Later

Delaine

“Mommy, mommy can I get the bear?” My two and a half year old daughter asked. Apparently, before Michael died, we conceived a child. For the longest time, I didn’t want her. It wasn’t until I say her face, after I gave birth to her. She was a spitting image of her father, same eyes, skin color, and mouth. So, I named her after her father.

“Mommy, can I?” She asked again pulling on my dress.

“Yes, whatever you want.” I answered.

“Yay!” She squealed, skipping over to the section with the teddy bears. We were at the florist shop picking out some flowers for the ceremony to release Michael’s ashes into Lake Michigan.

“Is that it ma’am?” I tall, dark skinned man asked me.

“Hold on, my daughter wants a teddy bear.” I said to him. I turned to my daughter. “Michaela, hurry up we have to go.”

“Hold on mommy!” She replied. She picked the pink teddy bear. She handed it to the cashier and he rang it up. He proceeded to tell me my total, I paid, and then we left.

I strapped Michaela into her car seat then drove to Miller’s pier.

The pastor, Alicia, Chris, Tyler, my parents, my brothers, Trell, Nino, and a few other people were there, just waiting for me to get there.

I unhooked Michaela out the car seat, she ran over to my parents.

After Michael died, my dad got clean, and felt extremely sorry for everything that happened, saying that he wished things could’ve changed between him and Michael. He seemed very remorseful, so I accepted his apology and now we’re happy again. Plus, I didn’t want to deprive them of time with their granddaughter.

I took out the urn and the flowers then strolled over to the group of people. I looked down at the urn, rubbing the engravings.

We went onto a yacht and they took us out onto the lake. After twenty minutes, we got to a certain spot and the pastor started his sermon.

I really wasn’t paying attention, just thinking of what could’ve been between Michael and I if he never went out to face Ross and his boys. 

Occasionally, my mom would rub my back and whisper to me, “Everything’s going to be alright”.

After the pastor talked, the closest people to him said some words, holding the urn.

After everyone finished, someone passed it to me.

I got up and took a deep breath. “Michael.” I whispered, holding the urn close to my heart.

“I don’t even know what to say. I loved you with everything I had. Shit, I still love you with everything I have. There are no words to describe how much you mean to me. I--“I stopped to swallow the lump in my throat that was swelling with every breath I took. 

“I could go on forever and ever about everything, but I don’t think there’s enough time in my life to explain it all.” I said. A silent sob erupted.

“I will love you forever, and I hope that you’re looking down on me and your daughter lovingly.” I added. A few tears rolled down my cheek.

My mom came up to me and gave me a deep hug.

“Why’d they have to take him? Seven billion people on the planet and they take the person that’s mine!” I sobbed into my mom’s shoulder, the urn creating a bulge between us.

“It’s okay, honey, don’t cry.” She said.

Michaela started hugging my leg. “Mommy, why are you crying?” She asked. I looked down at her, with my glossy eyes. I picked her up.

“Because I love your dad very much.” I replied. I brought her and the urn over to the port side of the boat.

“You want to help mommy with your dad?” I asked her. She nodded, bringing her fingers up to wipe my tears.

“Thanks, momma.” I told her. The pastor came over and laid a few flowers in the water where I was going to drop the ashes.

He said some more words, elongating the service. After he finished, I took the top off the urn. Michaela took it and poured the ashes over the flowers.

“I love you, daddy.” She whispered to the lake.

“I love you Michael.” I whispered too.

They brought the boat back into the harbor. We all exited.

Trell gave me a deep hug. I didn’t notice before, but his face was stained with tears.

“We gotta keep strong, you know. I’m sure Ty don’t want us crying over him.” He told me. We gave each other a chuckle and then he left.

I hugged the rest of the people and we all parted.

I pulled up to our house. It’s not the one I used to live in with Ty. I had to sell that. He died on our front lawn; I could not live there with that memory haunting me every time I came or left my house.

Michaela ran to her room and I slowly went to mine. I sat down on my bed, taking the picture of Michael and me together. I held it close to my heart and wept, silently. I cried until I fell asleep.