Dripping Roses

chapter21

"Sydney!"

"What!?" I asked.

"You zoned out while I was talking."

"Oh I'm sorry, proceed!"

"Right! Luther believes that you should continue your undercover spy work on Scar!"
Maggie began.

"No!"

"No!?" She asked with a skeptical hinge in her voice.

"I am not doing that again. Scar and I... Well Scar is a killer and knowing the place we left off. She won't hesitate to kill me."

"I understand your point but its inevitable that she is infatuated by your finesse. If you speak to her, she won't kill you because of her lust."

"Magg..."

"Case close. You will continue the case."

"Maggie, I believe that Celene will be a better candidate. She can seduce Scar way better than I can." I tried assuring her. In truth, if Celene touch Scar, I'll kill her but I need her to believe me.

"Celene?"

"Yes. She is classy and beautiful. She is the better candidate."

"Very well then!"

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"Do you need water?"

"No Scar!"

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes Scar."

"Do you ne...."

"Scar! I am okay!" Malik smiled.

"I'm just worried."

"I know you are, but I'm alright."

"I'll be coming out today, therefore its okay. I will be in a wheel chair but I'll see through." He assured.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I am! Now tell me about your affair with Sydney."

"I'm not having an affair with Sydney!" I defended.

"Yes you are! She has a woman and you're fucking her. I can tell because you smile more and you're not that cold, stoic bitch of a sister I had."

I chuckled and shook my head. "She's my light. I was stuck in this wormhole of pain and exhaustion and she brought me out. Happiness is what I feel with her. Like a rain cloud showering down on me, but she was the sun needed in order for me to be my true self. Being with her is like the best thing that happened to me. Her smile and her class. The way she can survive through tough times. Her intoxicating gray eyes. I love it all, especially her."

"She turned you soft my pal." He smiled, "but I'm happy for you."

I chuckled and crossed my ankle over the next on the couch of his room.

"How are you feeling Malik?"

My hearing peaked and spun around to face the love of my life.

"Could of been better." He chuckled.

"How are you Scar?"

"Cold!" I frowned.

"Obviously. It is winter! "

"I know! Don't try to differentiate my intellect with yours, Sydney!"

"Why will I do such a horrendous thing by comparing the intellect of a lawyer, to a gang leader?" She smirked with mock humor.

"Maybe because that gang leader can beat you at your own game and leave you crying." I smirked and walked closer to her.

"I missed you!" She deadpanned!

"I missed you too!" I chuckled and bent forward, for the captivation of her lips.

"Ehem!!!" Malik cleared his throat and I laughed.

"Sorry!"

"No problem!"

"Come on my younglings! Take me home."

"No we are leaving you in here for another week or so!" I said sternly.

"Are you insane?" He shouted.

"Maybe I am. But I'm just messing with you!" I laughed.

"You're an asshole."

"Yeah but she's my asshole."

"Get me bug spray, because the love bugs are flying!"

"Don't abhor our relationship because yours are full of sperm and whores."

"I love my spermy whores, you asshole."

"Right!"

"Shut the fuck up Scar and carry me home."

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"Home sweet home!" Malik beamed.

"Welcome home idiot." I laughed.

"Whatever! I like this wheel chair. It carries me up the stairs." He mused.

"I customized it so that you don't have to bother me."

"Sure! I'll still bother you though. Cause I'm am annoying little shit." He smirked.

"Whatever dipshit!"

"Stop it Scar." Sydney scolded.

"But he started it!" I pout.

"Whatever, be the bigger person."

"I can't. He's older!" I crossed my arms and huffed.

"Come on big baby." She smirked and tugged at my arm.

"I'm a big boy, let me go!"

"No come on!"

"Fine!"

We both walked upstairs to my room and I shut the door. She laid on my bed while I walked over to her and sat at the edge of the bed.

"We have to talk!"

"About?" I asked confused.

"I think we should have the baby!"

"You do?" I beamed.

"Relax! And yes, we should. I realized that one day I will want a child of my own and why not now you know." She continued.

"Oh thank god Sydney!" I jumped on her and pushed my hand on her cheeks, bringing it together.

"Makada get off of me!" She said in a slurred voice.

"Sorry! Our little Michael is going to be so cute."

"James and I know right. He's gonna be as sexy as his mother."

"You mean as his father. I'm gonna show him how to catch the ladies."

"You will not turn my son into a whore. He will learn about Mozart and Lauren hill."

"What? No! You are turning my son into a country club white boy."

"He is going to be a country club white boy."

"No! He is going to be a bad ass gang leader like his father!"

"Scar my son is not joining your gang!"

"Of course not!" I said while she raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "he's going to run it!"

"Scar!" She warned.

"Sydney!" I said in a high pitched voice in desire to mock her.

"We will discuss this later!"

"When are we going to the doctor?"

"We will go tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

"So its final then?"

"Yes! We are having a baby."