Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)

Epilogue

"Daddy!"

I smiled a little as I watched Cameron and Sydney squeal and laugh as Chresanto managed to capture both in his arms. He spun them around before dropping down to the floor. His laugh filled the air as he laid on his back, allowing his two children to climb and crawl on top of him. I shook my head a little, wondering how I was taking care of three children, Chresanto being one of them.

"Mommy, come play!" Cameron called, beckoning me over with his eyes and fingers. He was a spitting image of his father, anyone could clearly see Chresanto's nose and eyes.

"Come, Mommy!" Sydney added, she had my lips and eyes, yet she managed to gain Chresanto's nose as well. Both Cameron and Sydney had thick hair, the texture was to die for. I was thankful the two were given such lush hair.

"Yeah, Mommy, come play" Chresanto chimed, flashing me his perfect smile. I giggled, setting my book down and moving from the couch. I sat next to Chres and abruptly had my little girl in my arms. I tickled her sides and earned a squeal from her. I giggled as I watched her eyes shine with pure happiness.

"Is Mommy okay?" Chresanto asked. I looked up at him, nodding a little.

"I'm fine" I answered.

I could see most of his worry vanish from his face, but there was still a trace in his eyes. "I'm fine, Chres" I reassured. Even after five years, he was still worrying about me. I knew my depression was still sitting on the back burner of his mind. He was scared. He was scared I'd slip back into my previous state of depression after recovering a year or two ago.

I let my mind wander back to those years, when I was a teenager and wishing to be dead. I remembered the breakdowns, the super long nights, the cuts I made along my wrists and hips. I remembered Jacob.

I ran my fingers along the inside of my left wrist, the scars were long gone, they seemed to fade over the years. If you were to look hard enough, however, you'd see a few faint lines making their way across my skin. I thought about my last suicide attempt, not the one where I attempted to jump off a bridge, there was one after that. During the time, I thought things were going well, Dr. Hayes had me on a better antidepressant and I was still with Chresanto. I don't particularly know what happened, I don't know if it was because I was stressed or I didn't really care what happened to me anymore, but I tried overdosing again. It didn't work of course, Chresanto found me. That was my last time attempting suicide, I really came to the decision of fixing my life and ridding myself of my depression when I found out I was pregnant.

I suddenly felt a hand on mine, "hey". I looked up, seeing Chresanto watching me. "You're sure you're okay?"

I nodded, "yeah, yeah, I'm sure. I was just... Thinking". I looked around, "what time is it? Guests should be over soon, you know? For dinner".

"Yeah, I'll get Cameron and Sydney dressed" he said, standing and picking up our two squealing and giggling children.

"I'll get dinner started".

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"They're here!" Cameron exclaimed, he ran to the door and stood on the tips of his toes to unlock the lock. I watched him attempt to open the door, but the chain lock wouldn't allow him to. "Mommy" he said, looking up. I undid the chain lock that Chresanto and I installed to keep Cameron and Sydney from unlocking the door and leaving the house. He opened the door and abruptly latched onto someone's leg, "hi!"

I laughed a little, looking up and finding my two friends and my brother. I smiled, "hey, Bri" Ray greeted, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. 

"Hey" I replied, I allowed him to walk into the house, I gave Jazmyne and Jordan both a hug. We walked into the house and I closed the door behind me.