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Tasha

It's been a week being in the hospital. The swelling in the brain has gone down, but I still have headaches. The headaches will go away on their own. That's what the specialist told me and C.J. I had another ultrasound to make sure our baby was doing fine in the womb. And our baby was doing fine, happily kicking my bladder.

I told C.J to go to work today to clear his mind. But in the end, he protested, and I won. He calls me like every hour about how I'm doing. But I told him to stop calling and to text me. It was kinda ignoring, but he was just worried about us.

My left arm is still in a cast. I can't wait for it to come off. C.J and my mom have been helping me with showers and baths. It sucks with a cast on. Using one hand to shampoo my hair and the body wash as well. It's impossible to do it.

So, I'm at my apartment. Packing my stuff into boxes. My mom and friends help me out. My friends took a few days off to help me. I love my friends and I would do the same if one of them was in my position.

Well, I'm off work for two weeks. I had to reschedule all of my appointments. So, when I go back, I'll be busy as hell.

I felt so bad so Rachel. That Summer put her in this position. She's in jail for driving under the influence. Summer's going to spend six months in jail for what she has done. I'm not sure what the judge going to do after that. But I'm glad I will not see her anymore.

But nothing is not coming between us.

During my time in the hospital. I've spent with C.J's parents. They're so sweet and understanding about the situation. I loved their company; it made the days go by faster.

They left yesterday, but they will be here in two weeks. C.J's mom Jane and I bonded just like that.

Finally, after finishing packing all the small stuff. My parents, my friends, and C.J organize a garage sale next Saturday. Selling all my furniture, all my appliances, selling half of my kitchenware but keeping the rest of it and but I'm keeping my queen bed. That's going to the baby's room.

My mom went to grab takeout for lunch. We are having a late lunch. We all ordered a burger plater with fries and gravy. I think she'll get pop.

"Rachel, did you pack my complete bathroom?" I ask her as we all sat on the couch and love seats.

"Yeah, everything but your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, your razor, and your tooth and toothpaste. I'm not sure where your face washing stuff."

"Oh, that's in my bedroom on my dresser. Thank you all for helping me pack my whole apartment." I said to her and she nodded her head. My friends said your welcome to me.

We pack a lot of my small stuff in a short amount of time. Now later we will have to pack all the towels, face cloths, dish towels, and all my bedding, including the blankets. Maybe another day we will take down all the picture frames.

"Well, I'm going to shut off the radio in the kitchen. Maybe we could watch a movie or something." Tammy said to us. She got up and left towards the kitchen.

I grab my remotes from the end table that was next to me. Turn on the tv and the cable box. Checking out the TV guide. Going down each page.

"Ooh let's watch The Notebook," Leona said out loud. So, I pressed the channel, and the movie was just starting.

About ten minutes in. My mom came through the door with two huge bags in her hands. That looked heavy. Rikki and Tammy help my mom with the bags.

"Mom, why didn't call for help?" I ask her.

"Well, I thought I could carry three bags, but I left the other one in the car. I'll be right back." She went back inside to grab that third bag.

Rikki and Tammy came into the room with containers, napkins, and forks. Passed is our lunch. My mom came in the door with a third bag.

"Okay ladies. I have Pepsi and Root Beer. What do you like to drink?" My mom asks us.

"I'll have Pepsi, please," I said it first.

"I'll have Pepsi as well," Leona said.

"Root Beer for me," Tammy said.

"Pepsi for me too," Rikki said.

"I'll have half and half." Rachel said all happily.

We all looked at her. I was scrunching my face. Hearing that made me nauseous. I bet everyone in the room was doing the same thing.

"What?" She asks all of us and looking at each one.

"How can you mix pops like that?" Tammy asked her.

"I always do that with my slushy. Mixing two pops, When I go get gas. It tastes outstanding once try you it." Rachel explains.

"Ladies, would you like ice in your drinks?" My mom changed the subject to us.

"Yes please." We all said at once.

Once we ate. My mom handed us our drinks. Especially Rachel's drink, which was a different colour. I was so tempted to try it but I could because I was just getting nauseous just thinking about it.

During the movie, C.J kept texting me to see how I was doing and I told him that I was doing fine. He can't wait to see me and he misses me also.

Once the movie was done. We packed again. Some of us were upstairs, in the kitchen, in the basement, and I was in the living room.

It was almost six-thirty went we finished all packing expected for my clothes. Can't believe my friends and my mom are here still. I thought they would leave early, but they stayed.

Well, my dad is coming here soon and barbecue. My dad is cooking burgers and hot dogs. Tammy and Leona went to the store to grab some groceries for dinner tonight. All of my friends are bringing their spouses. So, they will finally meet C.J.

My mom, Rachel, and Rikki are stepping up the table and the chairs. Which I don't have enough of, but their hubbies will bring extra.

When my dad came here, he cleans the barbecue and started. While Tammy and Leona are getting the burgers and hotdogs ready for my dad. They bought a big container of macaroni salad, chips, and a fruit tray. Since we still have the pop from earlier and, of course, water.

My friend's spouses came in through the front door. My friends were fortunate with their hubbies. We all greeted each other. They all went into the backyard to sit.

Now I'm just waiting for my hot firefighter to come through the door. Any second now.

One.

Two.

Three.

The front door opens, and he comes walking through. He drops his bag to the side and I rush to hug him.

"I miss you," I said, looking up at him.

"Miss you too, Tash. How was your day?" He gave me a peck on my lips.

"It was long and tiring packing all my stuff. Now I'm hungry and I have to introduce you to my friend's hubbies." I grab his hand and pull him outside in the backyard.

After introducing him to my friend's spouses. They seem to hit it off fast.

Before we ate. I noticed that there was no ketchup on the table.

"I'll be right back. Someone forgot the ketchup." I said to C.J.

"I can go grab it, Tash?"

"No. You sit. I'll be right back."

"Okay."

I got up from my seat and let to go inside. Looking in my fridge and I see it hiding way in the back. Grab it, shutting the fridge door. As I was about to go outside.

I heard a knocking at my front door. I wonder who could it be?

Without even looking at the peephole. I open the door to Summer's bridesmaids.

"Hey, whore." The snobby blonde said to me.

Not again.

C.J

After talking to Tammy's husband for about five minutes. Tasha hasn't come back. The back door was open from my view but no Tasha was in sight. A few minutes before, I thought I could hear a bunch of ladies talking out loud somewhere close.

And it went a little louder, but closer.

"Everybody quiet it for a second." Once I said that. Everybody just stops talking.

"You're a fucking whore Tasha." An unladylike voice said. That was coming inside the house.

We all got up and rush inside to the door. Tasha was still inside, but the front door was slightly open.

"How could Corey go for a girl like you bitch." A voice said that from the other side of the door. Tasha's mom moves her front the front door.

"Get off the property now," I said to Summer's friends.

"How could Corey? After Summer's been through and you go for that slut."

"That's not of your damn business bitches." Rachel said to them. She was standing beside me.

"Rachel, you're a fucking bitch to betrayal your sister. How do you even know if it's his baby?" One chick said that to Rachel.

These bitches are getting me so hot-headed right now.

"Get out of here before we call the police," Tammy said to them.

"How about no, you fat ass?" The black hair one said to Tammy.

Her husband had to hold her back. These ladies are going to fight like its World War three.

"Close the door. The police have been notified and coming here." Tasha's dad said to us.

I closed the door. Locked it.

After I closed it. There were banging loud in the door and the windows. Yelling for Tasha's name and saying mean words towards her.

I turned around to see if Tasha was in the living room, and she wasn't. So, I walk into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table with her mom, Rachel, and her dad by her side.

I bend behind her because her back was facing me.

"Are you okay?" I whisper to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sounds upset. Trying to wipe away the tears.

"Maybe you should go take a nice hot bath, relax, and don't stress about the situation. I will take care of it." I kiss her on the side of her head.

Tasha's mom and Rachel brought her upstairs. And I followed behind them. The ladies outside were still banging, kicking at the door. And knocking on the windows.

Well, good thing there's no door on the fence at the side of the apartment to get in the backyard. They will have to go all way round to go through the back alley.

I could tell Tasha's friends wanted to go out there and beat the shit out of them. But I don't blame them.

I could see blue and tea lights flashing through the windows. The ladies outside shut up right away. Seeing at least three police vehicles outside. Coming out and the officer asks the ladies to stand in a straight line facing them.

One by one, I gave them a quick statement. Then the woman police officers and men put them in handcuffs.

Tasha's friends were chuckling. One policeman came to the door and knock.

The officer and I had a good five-minute chat. He feels sorry for what happened. Now we need to do another statement. Man, I'm tired of writing statements. But it needs to get done.

I quickly went upstairs to check on her. Rachel and Tasha's mom were in the bathroom with her.

They stop chatting once they saw me.

They both left. Leaving me with her.

"Let's stay at my place from now on," I said to her.

"Okay, but I'll pack what I need and then come back with the rest of my clothes."

"Okay, that fine. We will come back tomorrow, then come home to me."

"Is everybody still here?" She asks me.

"Yeah, everybody is still here. I think there pack some supper to take home with them. But we will have another barbecue at our home Tasha." Saying the words 'our home' is making me feel all warm inside of me. And I love the feeling of it.

"I'm so done with all the drama that's happening towards me."

"Don't stress about it, Tasha. You have me, your parents, and your friends to stand behind you to fight the battles. I'm standing here with you and I'm not leaving. No matter what, I'll stand up for you." I kiss her lips after saying that.

"I want to go home soon. And relax in bed." She stands up slowly with me helping her. I unplug the tub.

After helping her get dried off and getting dressed. She did her stuff to herself. Packing clothes for tomorrow and a few days. She packed all of the girly stuff into a separate suitcase.

Tasha was shutting off everything upstairs before we went downstairs.

Saying goodbye to her friends and the new friends I met. Giving her parents one last hug before they leave. Once they left. I told Tasha to meet me in the truck. I gave her my truck keys.

I walk into the kitchen to shut off the lights and lock the back door. Shutting off the lamps in the living room, grabbing her suitcases, and locking the front.

Opening the back door to put her suitcase in the back seat. Closing it and opening my door.

"Let's go home." She said to me and I gave her one long kiss.

Home sweet home.

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