Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Hide it pt. 2

The next day my mom is ordering Lauren around again. She gets up to do something really stupid that my mom tOld her to so I sit her down.
"I still can't believe you let her keep that pig outside. It's so grotesque. Lauren I said clean this up. Do as I say in my sons house. You are here to serve me!" I slam my hands on the table earning all of the attention.
"That's enough mother!"
"Don't..."
"I said enough! You've been treating Lauren like she's below you, she isn't a housekeeper my lord. She stalented. She's so talented and accomplished. She's successful. She's beautiful."
"WhT are you saying Marcus?"
"I feel like such a fool for letting this go on for this long! I'm horrible! I wanted her to do this for my own personal needs. I wanted to keep severest but I'm done with that. I'm hurting her and I can't do that anymore. She is willing to do anything for me and I'm over here taking her for granted. I honestly don't care your going to accept this or not and I can't change that." I put my own ring back on my finger feeling less empty and much more satisfied.
"God here baby." I pull her ring out and place it back on her finger for her. I cup her face and give her a huge kiss right on the lips hearing my family gasp.
"I'm so sorry baby I made a lot of stupid decisions that hurt you. I'm not ashamed of you. I love you so much  and I want to show you off to everybody. I love you more than anything so I will never hide again. I love you and I'm sorry ok. I'm sorry baby. I'm stupid."
"Mom, Dad this is Lauren Jauregui-Stone. I'm Marcus Jauregui-Stone. My wife of two years is not black. She's Latina and I don't care if that upsets you because she is the most perfect girl in the world to me and I love her and I've built a life with her with our love and I'm not going to hide from you guys anymore. It's been 5 years since I met the love of my life and I'm not ashamed." I kissed her again quickly as my mother stands surprised. My dad just nods.
"She's beautiful, and patient, and caring, she's strong, and she's perfect for you." My dad says.
"Race is just a label. If she makes you happy do that."
"I am so disappointed in you son." My mom says making me and Lauren's smiles falter.
"How could you leave Keisha and replace her with some some cracker girl with no proper education or occupation."
"You're wrong there. She's A not a cracker because she's not white and B a graduate of The Univerciry of California Los Angeles with a degree in anthropological studies and a minor in music production. She's Juilliard trained and an incredible musician. She's a singer in a band and she travels the world and meets incredible people. What could be better?"
"A degree from an ivy, a career in a real field with real impact, wearing clothes sometimes."
"Mom I'm a professor that has no real world application. I write books also an art form."
"You have really stepped down."
"Stepped down? Stepped down? No I've leaped upwards. Keisha was a mistake in my pst that you felt like digging up. I don't want her I don't think I ever really did mom that was my first year and a half of college. She was clingy, mean, disrespectful, always trying to involve me things hat would deter my trajectory to where I am now. She and I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings Keisha was ordinary. Plain to me. She was a generic copy of the women you had taught to me growing up that I should date. I knew she was what you wanted for me not what I wanted. I then ran into a beautiful girl on campus as she was looking around for a professor of mine whose eyes grabbed me from across the field and as she wandered by me looking dazed and confused I had to reach out and ask her what she needed. I led her to my professor and we had a chat and I liked her a lot. She gave me her number and we got along really well and we're friends for a while then I realized I was in love with her and everything about her to a point that it was ridiculous so I decided to make the move which paid off for me and we eloped two years ago."
"You eloped?!?" My dad screams.
"Yes."
"It was hard for us to accept as well but you..." mike starts.
"Why because he's black? And your daughter is too good for a black guy?" My mom questions accusing.
"No of course not. It's just that they eloped that's it. We accept whoever she wants to be with doesn't matter it's her life. Our job is to love her and be family to whoever she's with."
"You didn't give the girl a proper wedding?! Have I taught you nothing!!"
"Dad it was something we both wanted. We just wanted to be married as soon as possible."
"Are we ignoring the issue here? He turned his back on his own kind to get with some performer who in some cultures is called a stripper."
"Mom!" Talia yells interrupting her.
"What? She's everything I didn't want for you. You deserve so much more. A strong black woman."
"I'm sorry what about my daughter isn't good enough for your son?" Mike says crossing his arm.
"Everything. She's not near as pretty as a black woman example Keisha. Keisha is much more beautiful than her. She's privelaged, she's never experienced discrimination because of her appearance. She has been given everything on a silver platter. She doesn't care about you. How could she care about you all she sees is a way to tell people she's not racist. She's using you for your money. She isn't good for you."
"Mom stop!"
"No I can't believe you would do this and find this girl. She doesn't even have a job. She's a singer that's not a real job. She's using you for your money and to use you for everything she needs and you just can't see that!"
"Mom stop it!" I yell my nose steaming and my hand in my mothers face absolutely fed up with the abuse being thrown Lauren's way. My mom had moved forward as she was talking and was basically standing over Lauren. When I yelled she shut up. Lauren took this opportunity to get off the couch.
"I have to go to soundcheck. I'll see you later." Lauren says quickly before walking off and out of the door.
""Do you see what you did?!" I yell in her face.
"Good..."
"No it's not ok! No it is not in anyway ok!" She flinches at my tone.
"That is no way to talk your mother!"
"Hat is no way to talk to my wife!" She rolls her eyes.
"Are you serious? Everything you said to her was absolutely horrible. She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life it doesn't matter the amount of pigment in her skin or that there is none. She is still gorgeous. Race is just a created label. It's 2017 can't we see the wrong and the hurt that comes with racial prejudice. Can't we accept each other because we all bleed red. She's not privelaged in any way and she has faced lots of discrimination like some redneck spitting on her when she was speaking Spanish on the phone with her mother telling her to go back to Mexico which of course will her sass self she replied with 'I'm not from Mexico you dumb redneck.' People stare at us all of the time because of the difference in skin tone. We hear comments all of the time every time we go out together. People tell her that she shouldn't mess around with my type. People ask her if I'm abusive or forcing her to have this relationship. People telling me I need to stick to my kind. People saying she's only with me because of inappropriate reasons. We've heard such bull from people and we just want to be accepted by our family. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I was afraid that you would react like this and so I made her act like she wasn't mine. I made her take her stuff and put it in the garage to protect you. I made her act like a damn housekeeper to keep this up and she was willing. She accepted the role and she was willing to do that for me because I asked her to degrade herself that way. She watched me converse with my ex in complete agony while you spoke about how good we looked together. She didn't say a word. She's way too good to me. She held me when I had close to nothing, buried in debt, unemployed accepting only my love and the promise that when I was up she would receive all of the benefits and I would treat her like an absolute queen. And I do. I try m best to give her everything she deserves because she deserves so much from me. When she goes on tour my heart breaks every time but I know when she's back it will feel completed again. Nothing has been easy for her in her life. She's had some pretty horrible things happen to her and I try to make sure that those are erased from her memory and replaced with our love and our memories. And as for her using me for money that's the farthest thing from the truth. We are both extremely well off and take in tons of cash but she makes more than me and she always has.  Honestly it does nothing to my ego it just is. She has more awards for her music than I do for my writing. She has awards from her time in the band fifth harmony and now as a solo artist. Don't get me wrong I never depended on her money but having her there made me more secure and knowing that if anything went wrong with the first book I wouldn't be homeless. Lucky me the book did extremely well and landed me my job at the university. She was always my number one fan and I hers and thats why we work. We support each other and love each other through it all. We're a team forever. And Doreen she's my wife and you will respect that and her. No one gets to talk I'll about my wife without hearing from me not even my mother. No one disrespects her ever. She's my treasure and I treasure her and protect her at all costs.    And so you don't get to walk all over her. I won't let you do that anymore and I won't let you say those things to her ever again. I won't subject her to that torture. If you want to be apart of my life you will accept her and treat her with respect and love. If not then you don't need to be apart of my life. Me and her are a package deal. One life, one entity bonded in marital vines till death do us part. So you make your decision. Right now I have to go see her and check on her. You have till tonight to accept her or pack your stuff and get the hell out of our house."
I grab my phone and jacket and keys as I walk to my car and get in driving to the venue. When I arrived she was already doing her soundcheck on the stage. She looked like she was struggling so I went and sat in the audience right where she could see me. She didn't look at me initially but towards the end she sees me and gestures me to come backstage. I do as I'm directed and her security lets me through because they know me and I find her backstage. She looked so sad. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her.  I held her tightly.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry. You are so beautiful, so perfect. You are everything I want ok? The only girl I want. You have me baby. I'm sorry about what she said. You are so amazing and way too good for me."
"I know." She says and I can feel her smirk against my shoulder.
"Are you ok?"
"I am now. I just...it wasn't what she about me that hurt it was someone second guessing my intentions with you. I only have good intentions. You know that. I love you so much. And I love this life we're building together."
"I know baby. I know. I'm sorry for what she said. I'm sorry that she won't accept us and I'm sorry that I put you though all of that these past days. I should've never done that."
"It's ok. You were trying to save your family and your relationships it's ok."
"It's not. You should be my priority."
"Baby I swear it's ok."
We go into her dressing room and cuddle and talk and maybe make out. Hey we're married it's ok.
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I was backstage as the show started watching from the side with Lauren at the opening act. I hear the door open and two loud voices.
"Ahh! Lauren!"
"Mani, Dinah what are you guys doing here!?" Lauren asks surprised.
"Surprising you for Christmas." They reply as they all engulf one another in hugs.
"Markie Mark!" Dinah greets before giving me a hug. Mani is soon after.
"I'm so happy to have you girls with me."
"Well you are about to go on so we are going to get set  in the audience Marcus let's go." Normani says. Lauren nods and turns back to the stage. I cup her face and kiss her before she can react and she smiles into the kiss as our lips move together. After a while I feel myself being pulled away by four hands.
"Marcus you can kiss her when you get home. Let's go and let her prepare." They pull me away and I get one more peck in before they pull me off and towards the door.
"I love you baby good luck." I yell quietly and Lauren giggles waving. I'm pulled around the corner and pushed brought the door for the audience. People recognized us immediately and start screaming but security holds them off. I guide them with a hand on their backs leading them to the front row. I see exactly who I expected to. My family and hers standing in the second row sitting and waiting not really enjoying the opening act. I lead the girls over to our seats but then lock eyes with my mother and I immediately turn away. The girls take their seats and so sit down in mine waiting for it hall to be over and I can see my wife perform. The lights go down and the stage light comes on shining on Lauren as intro music played.
"Hello everybody and welcome to my show tonight. How we feeling Irvine?" They all cheer.
"Tonight we are going to have a great show alright?" They cheer and her music starts again. After a few more songs she stops again.
"Are you guys having fun yet?" They all cheer.
"That's what's up? Alright then. You've heard a lot of my older music but I want to show you some new music. Something I've been working on lately. It took so long y'all I needed it to be perfect. So as you all might know I am happily married to the most amazing man in the entire world." Again cheers erupt.
"So I thought to myself one night why the hell have I not written a song to release about the man I love so dearly. So guess what I did?"
"I wrote a song and guess what I'm doing?"
"I'm releasing it. It's called Lionheart and I hope you all enjoy."
"Your light is inside of me
Like a raging roar
Like an ocean born
You're in my veins
Your voice is serenity
When the sun goes down
And the strength I've found
Is in my veins