Selfish ~ Trevor Jackson

Finally, Mending Us

A few days passed and we hadn't seen each other. Trevor had flown to LA and Atlanta to perform for some events and also do some business with other artists for his mixtape that he never informed me he was working on.

Anyway, his travel had him gone majority of the week so naturally I was unable to see him. But God, did I miss him. I prayed for him more than I had prayed for myself those four or five days. I practically lived at Katrina's house while Lee Lee spent time with her father during the time that Trevor was gone. He promised he would return in time for our appointment with Dr. Lovelace, and he kept that promise.

I was so anxious to see Dr. Lovelace after I completed all the steps that she said I needed to in order to work on Trevor and I. It amazed me how quickly Trevor had solved his issues, but at the same time he had been right with The Lord for so long he probably had sorted through his personal problems already. 

How could he be so perfect?

I admired Trevor and was looking forward all that he had to offer my daughter and myself, so this appointment couldn't get here any faster.

I showered and washed my hair before dressing myself in a white button up with black dress pants and nude heels. I put on a diamond necklace and matching hoops, slicked my hair into a neat bun, grabbed my keys and a clutch and exited in a bit of a rush.

I had no reason to rush, I wasn't late but I was so excited to finally move on with my man I was willing to jog to the psychologist office if I had to. And I know I started on a new leaf with the fancy clothes, but this was a special occasion.

My first stop, was Chris' house.

He, on the low, switched out his party pad of a penthouse apartment for an actual house that was child appropriate, but still Christopher. When I pulled up to his house I was beyond surprised at what I was seeing. The gates to his driveway opened up as if the cameras recognized my car and I drove up a long, perfectly paved road towards the front steps.

The house reminded me of Michael Jackson's Neverland ranch with the two stories high mansion with pillars and trimmed bushes in front of the windows on the lower level. I rung the door bell and very quickly Chris came to the door.

He wore a white tee shirt and grey sweatpants. His bare feet slapped the hard wood of his foyer boisterously and he smiled at me brightly before opening the door. We hugged each other tightly and spoke for a second before he went to fetch Leanni.

I stood in the door way with one arm clutching my bag in the bend of it and the other at my side. Before, there would be no chance in hell that I would allow Leanni to see her father alone and there would be no chance in hell that I would be mending the broken relationships I had.

But here I was. Standing in the doorway of his house. Waiting for my daughter to come out from where ever she was in this grand estate.

She came running towards me with her arms open wide and gave me a tight hug. "Mommy!" She shrieked leaping into my arms. I grinned and squeezed her tightly. She was getting so big.

"Hey, I'm going to keep you with daddy just a couple more hours is that okay?" I asked her. She kissed my cheek and shrugged her shoulders.

"Wanna see my new room?" She said. She wiggled out of my embrace and latched onto my hand and drug me up the spiral stairs toward her room. I giggled and ran behind her just as excited as she was to see.

Her door was painted a baby pink with her name written on it in green paint. Leanni. With a heart to sign it off. She turned at the door knob and it swung open. The walls were painted like the sky and her bed was perched up higher than she was. She climbed four steps as if they were the stairway to heaven and then sprawled out on it releasing a great sigh.