un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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Oakley 'Cench' Caesar- Su New York, NY 4:30 AM
My flight took off in four hours, and I knew I shouldn't have come to see her before leaving, but I was dropping off a few things for her. Car keys and three brief cases of money. I hid it in a hidden compartment of her closet. She wouldn't need them yet, but soon she would. Watching her sleep, she had no clothes on and her black and white hair was kinky curly and free. Severus and Sirius perked up as I touched her face in her sleep.
"Oakley." He scratchy morning voice beckoned me, and reached out for my hand.
"I have to go Killian." That seemed to wake her up, because her eyes opened and she was visibly upset.
"Oh." Was all she said. She was disappointed, but this is what it was. Getting up from the bed, she was completely naked as she entered the bathroom. I didn't like that she slept like that, emergencies happened but I wouldn't make a fuss today.
She was all set up so she didn't need me anymore. Once a week either Wadz or I would do a phone call check in to make sure she didn't need anything, personal or business wise. I followed her to the bathroom where she was now wrapped in a towel brushing her teeth, when she was done she put on some clothes.
"What time is your flight?" Killian broke the silence, as we stood in her room. She wouldn't look at me, and that felt odd. I wanted to see those beautiful orbs, it'd be my last time in person for a while or forever.
"8:30 this morning." I nod, but she began walking to the kitchen and Severus and Sirius followed behind her.
They loved her and she loved them, their paws and nails slid across the floor as she cooed for them. "Come her mommies big boys. You gotta eat." I followed behind them to the kitchen where I took a seat at her large island.
"Didn't mean to wake you," I began, "It's okay my babies have to eat. I'm sure they want to say bye to you."
I petted them as she made them large bowls of food, she made them fresh salmon with rice, string beans and blueberries. She held both bowls up, they wagged their tails frantically following behind her, damn near her size.
"Sit." She commanded and they sat, she put the plates down in front of them and but they didn't move. Instead they looked her, and she snapped her finger. "Eat." They ran to the bowls and began devouring the dog food.
Coming back to the island she washed her hands and put their food up, "Breakfast?" She offered already pulling out the ingredients to make breakfast.
I nodded as if she could see me, and I carefully watched as she moved around her new kitchen with nothing but a pair of shorts and my shirt from the day we went to my moms house. She never gave it back but I didn't mind. The soft pudgy lower part of her stomach pushed out, and stretch marks were etched into her sides and thighs.
