Page 44 of Regancy & Savior
“Why ask questions and shit that you already know the answer to?”
I didn’t respond. I made my way back to my sofa and sat down, looking at him.
He stopped walking around and looked at me. “What? You did some redecorating or something?”
“What do you mean?” I looked around and then my eyes landed on the boxes near the door. Damn. He was observant as fuck. “No. I just got a new bed.”
He nodded. Seconds later, he took a seat next to me.
“You must’ve missed me since you’re popping up on me unexpected like this.”
Of course, he laughed. “Nah. I came to see if you did as I asked.”
“Wasn’t necessary, and in actuality, you don’t have to check up on me. You should just trust me.”
“Who said I didn’t trust you? I ain’t asked you why it wasn’t necessary, so I trust you, baby girl.”
I smiled and climbed into his lap. “Good, because I trust you too, handsome.”
He leaned forward, kissing my neck and jaw before he rested back against the sofa with his eyes closed.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“It’s been a long ass day.” He seemed to be tired.
“Then how about we order food and relax?” I asked. Suddenly, I was no longer tired, and I damn near wanted to crawl in his skin with him. I was enthralled with Taurus.
“I’on want no chicken, Lane. No matter how many times you change that shit, it’s still chicken. You can bake it, broil it, fry it, or air fr?—”
“It’s all I eat.” I pouted because I knew for a fact that he hated chicken at that point, yet it was damn near all I ate. I wasn’t a big fan of red meat or any seafoods. Sometimes I’d eat turkey, but I was very fickle, and after all that time, he should’ve known that.
He laughed. “Yeen tired of it? Gonna fuck around and turn into a fucking wing.”
I just looked at him before I removed the baseball cap and started easing my fingers through his neatly twisted locks.
“Now you wanna touch me like yeen hungry.” He peered up at me with amusement in his eyes.
I shrugged. “We can get whatever. Just get me some hot wings on the side.” At that moment, the food didn’t even matter. A Friday night in with him was enough for me. Just being in his warm embrace was honestly enough after my long ass day.
I glanced at my mother, wondering what the hell had her so mentally confined and withdrawn. Whatever it was had her off her square, and I picked up on it. We had breakfast and yoga thatmorning, and she was mentally absent through it all. Yoga was about balance and chakras, but she had none. She wasn’t herself, and she was sitting next to me on the bench, staring out into thin air.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I finally worked up the courage to ask the question that I probably had no desire for the answer to. I was too afraid that she might’ve been sick or something.
She finally looked over at me almost like she had realized that I was sitting there for the first time. “I feel like I just woke up, and I don’t know who the hell I am or have become.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was sitting down for breakfast with a friend when a woman approached my table. She had a teenager who she claimed to be sixteen years old, and she said the teenager belonged to my husband. Believe me when I tell you I wanted to argue her down and tell her how much of an absurdity that was, but I couldn’t.”
I felt like I’d been hit with a pound of bricks. My lips had gone dry, and suddenly, the air thinned as I opened my lips to ask her why. “Why?”
“Because the little girl looked just like you did at her age. I’ve always told you that you looked like your father’s mother did at your age, and I was right because she looks just like Gam.”
Immediately, my hand went to her shoulder. “What did you say, Mom?”
“What could I say? This woman had tracked me down and was demanding a sit-down with me because she made a child with my husband. I told her to take him to court because I wasn’t the one who made a baby with her and didn’t take care of it.”
I nodded. “And what are you gonna do?”
