Chapter 49: Good Times

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All I could do was roll my eyes as Rashad sang along with Rihanna as if he was in concert with her.

"Shine bright like a diamond. Shine bright like a diamond. Shining bright like a diamond. We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky," he sang as if he was performing for an audience. I could only roll my eyes at him and all of his exaggeration.

We had been in his SUV for over six hours driving towards his parent's house. The girls were both sound asleep and what started off as an awkward drive loosened up the longer we were on the road and various songs began to play. Some were difficult to sit through because it reminded us of the difficult times in our marriage, others like this one reminded us of happier ones.

"How much longer do we have?" I asked making a show of covering my ears.

"Don't act like I can't sing. Aye, do you remember that party we went to in DC?" He asked, looking at me with a smirk.

I frowned. "The one where I fell in the bushes?"

Laughter from him followed, but I didn't find anything funny. "I didn't know you were that drunk or I would have held on to you. You told me that you were good when we were leaving."

"It was the shoes! I keep telling you my heel got caught in something on the sidewalk," I defended.

"You keep telling yourself that story but I remember," he said. "You couldn't even stand up and that had nothing to do with your shoes."

"Whatever," I crossed my arms and looked out the window and tried my hardest not to laugh along with him. I didn't want him to think that he was right.

"I see you trying not to laugh," he said. I finally gave in and laughed recalling that night truthfully. I was completely drunk that night and we both knew it.

"We had some good times," I said once our laughter died down.

"We did, didn't we?" He responded looking over at me. Our eyes met and locked before he looked back at the road. We didn't say anything for the next few minutes as things became awkward between us again.

Suddenly his phone began to ring and his Bluetooth informed us know that it was Vanessa for the second time on the trip. He declined the call. I had told Phillip I would call him when I got to the hotel, I was glad that he was respectful enough not to call while I was in the car with Rashad. Vanessa obviously didn't give a damn.

Thoughts of Phillip began to pass through my mind. The past few weeks, after we made things official, I found myself actually seeing a legitimate future with him. I was nervous about opening up to someone new after Rashad, but things with Phillip didn't feel forced. They felt natural. After seeing what he was willing to do in order to make a statement to me, it made me look at him completely differently. I wasn't ready to jump into anything head first, but Phillip was allowing me the space I needed to take small steps. He was happy we were moving forward no matter what the pace was.

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