Skin 2 Skin (Completed)

4.

That could easily be the reason why she didn't like me all these years. This wouldn't be the first time someone disliked me because of my skin.

"Do you want me to go up there? Because I'm not having this shit, Madison." She spat seriously but I tried to shake it off, feeling tears welding in my eyes.

"No, mom."

"No." I declined, waving it off.

"It's really not that serious-"

"Yes the hell it is, Madi. It is that serious, if that grown ass woman is hating you for the color of your damn skin."

"I'm your mother and I don't give a damn how old you are, you're my child." She pointed to herself and I nodded, wanting her to lower her voice now since I didn't want Gio or my dad knowing that I thought this.

It was embarrassing.

"Look, mommy. Maybe I heard wrong-"

"No."

"Don't even give me that mess, I'm sure you heard right."

"That's why she's been giving you a cold shoulder ever since y'all got together. Seven years with her son and she has the nerve to hate you for skin?"

"She doesn't like you for your color when she has black kids her damn self?" She spat as the microwaved dinged over and over, breaking us away from our conversation.

She was steaming and honestly I couldn't blame her but I didn't want any drama. Especially not between my mom and his.

It'd only hurt us most in the end and I didn't need that happening, especially not over something that I thought.

I didn't even know if I heard correctly so I didn't want to just make assumptions. I just wanted to talk to someone about it.

"Listen, Madi. I know I'm not supposed to be in the middle. This is y'all's relationship and the two of you are both grown now, you're no longer children."

"22." She pointed to me.

"And Gio's what? 24?" She asked knowingly and I nodded.

"That's grown and I'm going to stay in a mama's place but I'm telling you now Madison, if you don't talk to Giovanni about this and get it under control-"

"—get it clarified and make sure that lady isn't actually sick in the head."

"I'm going to." She spoke sternly to me and I nodded, swallowing hard.

"You're my child. 22 years grown but you're mine and that woman won't disrespect you. Not on my watch."

"You hear me?" She expressed and I nodded in agreement, trying to figure out how I would bring it up to Gio without everything falling out and apart.

I didn't want to because the topic was embarrassing. It was something I couldn't change about myself so it sucked. But I needed to talk about this, just in case what I felt and what I heard was right.

Without any biased behavior from Gi.

My mom continued on, mumbling her words now as my dad and Gio came walking and talking loudly into the kitchen.

"He play sad as hell now, I been stop puttin' money on'em." Gio spoke as he sat down next to me, leaving a kiss upon my cheek while they went on and on about basketball and my mom gave me a look, meaning talk to him.

I nodded at her, reassuring her that I would but I sighed deeply thinking about how I could go about speaking on it.

"The food's ready." Was all she spoke with a small smile now and both my dad and Gio raised to their feet to dig in.

"Gracias, Mrs. Michelle. I appreciate you." Gi spoke his deep voice and she chuckled, shaking her head.

"Anytime, honey."

*

Midnight

"Babe, stop." I whined as he kept pushing his hands into my pants, trying to get me started.

"Stop it."

"I just got out of the shower." I complained, making him smack his lips as he laid on his back.

"Aight, baby."

"I ain't gon' fuck you, just let me eat you." He spoke seriously but I softly grabbed at his hands, pushing them away from me.

"Stop it, Santana." I called him by his last name, letting him know that I was serious.

"I'm not in the mood, you drained me early." I spoke referring to us going for two hours.

It was never enough for him.

"Aight." He shrugged me off, making me smile since he was catching an attitude about it.

"Remember that shit too." He pinched my butt, making me giggle uncontrollably as he held onto me, leaving small kisses on my cheek.

We laid just like that for a few moments with his arms wrapped around my waist while I pushed my head into the crook of his neck, slowly drifting off to sleep.

As I did, the conversation my mother and I had in the kitchen instantly woke me up. I really needed to talk to him about this so I would stop putting off, no matter how embarrassing it was.

"What's wrong?" His deep voice spoke, startlingly me.

I'd thought he was asleep by now but he was still awake.

"I want to ask you something, babe." I spoke quietly, lifting my head a bit and he nodded, looking up into my eyes.

"I'm all ears for you, mamí."

"Tienes toda mi atencion."

"You have? What?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out what he said but I could only get the first word.

"I taught you this one, baby. You don't remember?" He asked, pulling me back down to him and mushing his head into my neck.

"No, I honestly forgot. I be having so much on my mind." I admitted to him as he nodded in understanding, leaving small kisses on my neck.

"But seriously. I need to talk, Gi." I expressed, making him stop and he did, looking up into my eyes.

"Whenever you're ready, ma."

"Okay." I nodded, looking down into his eyes as I gathered my words.

"Babe." I spoke in a shaken breath.

"When you went downstairs to make us food, Maribel and Nat were on the steps talking and I came out to help-"

"—when I did, I think I heard something."

"Heard what? Whatchu mean?" He asked, interested in what I was saying to him as he sat up a little bit.

"When I was at the top of the stairs, she was yelling at you but Mari was crying so I couldn't really hear but.." I trailed off, rambling now since I was nervous to address it.

"What, Madison? Tell me." He spat, getting agitated now because I wouldn't spit it out but this wasn't easy to talk about it.

"Baby, I think I heard her call me dark."

*

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