He frowned. “For what?”
“I don’t want this. I never asked for this. If something happens to you because of me, I would be devastated. This war between you and Damien can end if I just go back.”
He dropped his fork on his plate. “What the fuck are you saying, Jela?”
“You know what I’m saying, Truce. I don’t want you two killing each other because of me!” I cried.
“Eat your food, baby,” he said, picking his fork back up and stuffing food in his mouth.
“Will you please listen to me?”
“You’re not going back to him, Jela! He will fuckin’ kill you! What part are you not getting?” he roared.
I flinched as Scottlyn began crying. I stood from my chair and went to her, taking her out of her high chair and cradling her to my chest. I could tell he regretted raising his voice at me from the somber look that crossed his face.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Come here,” he reached for me, but I moved away.
“No. I had to put up with your brother yelling and screaming at me. I won’t tolerate you doing the same.”
I stormed out of the kitchen and went upstairs. Inside the bedroom, I shut and locked the door. I rocked Scottlyn in my arms to settle her and myself.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Scottie Pie. It’s okay.” I soothed, rubbing her back.
“Ma-Ma!”
“I know, baby… I know.”
She lay her head on my shoulder, and I smothered her with kisses. After ten minutes of us both being emotional, Scottlyn went down for her nap, and I went inside the en suite bathroom to wash my face.
A few moments later, there was a light knock on the door.
“J, open the door, baby.”
I moved over to the door, unlocked it, and went back inside the bathroom. A moment later, he appeared in the mirror behind me, leaning against the doorframe.
“I’m sorry, Jela. I’m just frustrated with all of this. I didn’t mean to yell at you, but with you talking about risking your life to save mine, it made me angry. I’d never hurt you, baby, and I for damn sure don’t want you hurting yourself to try to save me.”
“And you think I want you putting yourself in harm’s way to save mine? How does that work, Truce? How come I have to be the one to live without you when all of this is because of me?”
“Because I don’t have a child to live for. I love Scottlyn as if she were my own, but she needs you, Jela. Who’s going to nurture her better than you do? Who’s going to teach her about boys and lead her into womanhood other than you? So many mothers have lost their lives to domestic violence, and so many children have to live without their queen.
“I was able to stop that shit with my moms, and I’m going to stop this shit with you too. I ain’t worried about dying, Jela. I’m not afraid of Damien. But you are. I’m going to defeat the monster that lives under your bed once and for all.”
I shook my head as more tears cascaded down my cheeks. “It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, but it’s life. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. But I’m going to do all I can to make sure you win.”
He pulled me to him, and I fell into his arms. He held me tightly, kissing my neck and rubbing his hands up and down my ass. I lifted my head, driving my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed hungrily. I tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He winced, and my eyes went to his bruised side. I bent down and planted soft kisses there, then pulled his pajama bottoms down. His dick sprang out, and I latched my lips onto it and sucked. I could feel his abs constricting while I rubbed his abdomen.
“Shit, baby. Just like that.”
I spit, sucked, and slurped his dick down my throat. If this was going to be our last time, I wanted to show him just how much I loved him. Before I could make him cum, he lifted me, turned me around, and yanked my leggings down. He slid inside of me, and I let out a pleasurable cry as he began thrusting his hips, touching my heart with his dick.
The only sounds made were our moans and my ass slapping against his stomach and thighs.
“Jela,” he called out to me.
“Yes, baby?”
