Definitely Love*

{62}

I walk in the kitchen to see her slumped down, her head on the table.

"Good morning, mom."
I greet mom, who is sitting beside her, drinking coffee.

"Good morning, dear. How was your sleep?"
She asks motherly.

I glance at Zaria again, shivering at just the memory of my dream.

"Terrible. Is she awake?"
I ask, nodding towards her.

Mom shrugs.

"She could be dead for all I know."

"I'm not dead mom. Close. But not yet."
I hear a muffled reply.

I bite my lip.

"Come, we need to talk."
I say quietly.

"I'm fine, thank you."
She sounds tired.

Defeated.

It makes me feel bad.

Maybe if I would have never slept on the couch I wouldn't have had that sickening nightmare.

Now I have to get the thought of her being evil out of my head.

And what better way than an apology?

Then we can go back to loving each other and I wont have any more dreams about her trying to kill me.

Hehe.🥴

"Should I step out?"
Mom asks quietly.

"No, you're fine mom. I can just talk to her later."
I assure her.

"There won't be a later."
Zaria says dully.

Mom sighs.

"Great. You've got her talking all suicidal."
She accuses.

"High school got her talking all suicidal. High school makes everyone all suicidal."
I correct her, pulling up a chair beside Belle.

"That is partially correct. But it's his fault too. Plus I haven't slept in 48 hours, that may have something to do with it."
Belle grumbles.

My heart throbs and I want nothing but to hold her in my arms right now.

I touch her back hesitantly, ignoring the way she tenses under me and leaning down by her ear.

"I'm done pouting, can we make up now?"
I mutter, rubbing her back.

"Fuck you."
Is all she says.

I sigh.

"Baby, I'm sorry for talking about getting another girlfriend yesterday. You're the only girl I want. The only one for me. Even though I hate your fucking guts sometimes."

"Language please."
Mom scolds, nodding to baby Alex, who's busy playing a game on his phone.

I roll my eyes.

The kid's barely spoken since he got here.

Kids and their technology these days.

"I love you and I miss you and I'll do anything to make up for being a jerk. I feel really bad for making you cry last night. Even though you made me cry for 3 hours straight, but we can forget about that."
I grumble that last part.