The Night That Changed Everything

Chapter Twenty-Four

“You don’t want to know what I would be doing to you right now if I had been drinking,” he says in a raspy voice before sending his lips crashing back against mine. Alarms siren through my head, leading my lips to form into an uncontainable smile. I tilt my head backwards, allowing Damion to explore my neck and lower chest with his lips.

He suddenly pauses before slowly raising his head, his face filled with amazement as he looks down at my stomach before cracking a grin. “I think the little mans telling me to back off his momma,” he chuckles as he places his hand on my stomach, surfacing it as he feels for another kick.  I smile as another kick emerges, gazing down at Damion’s manly hands that are clasped around my stomach. He begins to trail his index finger along my stomach and as his finger reaches my belly button, I squeal and step back, giggling at the tender ticklish feel. 

He chuckles before sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me straighten out my dress in the mirror and wiping my smudged lipstick. “I bet he’s going to have your eyes,” I say, my eyes looking into his sapphire glances through his reflection in the mirror.

“He’ll have your dimples.”

“He’ll be beautiful no matter what,” I explain, smiling.

“Especially with you being his mom,” he winks.

I turn around and grin at him before slightly chuckling, “Let’s go downstairs, we don’t want everyone to think we’ve ran away.” 

We make our way down the stairs, Damion making me laugh as he explains his story of once falling down these exact stairs as he ran to try and catch the ice cream truck. Seeing no one in the kitchen, or the dining area, Damion leads me towards the garden, where the barbecue is going to be held. My eyes close, the corner of my lips turning upright as I deeply inhale the delectable, sweet wafts floating through the house. The heavenly smell leads us into the park sized garden, where a middle aged man is standing at the barbeque, wearing an apron and a chef’s hat.

He stands there tall, his ebony skin celebrating his African heritage. His face is slightly ageing but a youthful smile lingers on his face as he turns the rack of ribs, swaying his hips as reggae music quietly sounds from the radio besides him. Emma is decorating the large, long, glass table with glasses and plates, along with bowls of fresh fruit and vegetables and bread rolls in the middle. Emma smiles, her light, pink lipstick enhancing her lips. She’s wearing red, skin tight jeans, revealing her slim, curvaceous thighs along with a white blouse and a golden chain resting on her collar bone.

Maddie is in the far distance, running in between the hedges and small trees. That’s what admires me about children; they have a wild imagination and can simply find their own entertainment. Damion runs off to play with his niece, leaving Emma and I alone on the spacious, stoned patio.

“You look pretty,” I smile.

“Well thank you,” she laughs, “So do you.”

“Do you need any help?” I ask.

“No you take a seat; I’ve pretty much finished everything.”

I sit down around the table, smiling as I watch Damion chase a screaming Maddie throughout the garden. I don’t understand why he always doubts being a good father; he’s so good with kids, in fact, he’ll probably be a better parent than me. My smile turns into a teeth showing grin as he picks Maddie up and throws her over his shoulder, spinning her around as she breathlessly laughs between screams of delight.

“You love him don’t you?” Emma asks. I gaze at her in confusion, my cheeks suddenly turning red as the question that she asked finally sinks in. I lower my head, not wanting to make eye contact, biting the corner of my lip as I try to stop my uncontrollable smile. She chuckles, shaking her head as she says, “I know you do, and he loves you too.”