5 years later...

“Momma, I wanna go home!” Tyler whines.

“Hush, your daddy is paying his respects to your grandfather.” We were at the cemetery where Derrick stood hand in hand with a weeping Kalleigha before Lucian's grave.

She never once left Lucian's side up until the day he passed. She was there the day he started losing weight to the day he was no longer capable of speech.

She was a backbone of strength until the doctors pulled the plug. Then she cursed him for waiting so long in telling her he loved her and marrying her. He should have just let go of his pride. They could of had years together.

Kalleigha felt cheated.

That day was a painful one as we watched Lucian slowly drift away from us as we said our last good byes.

On the bright side, Lucian got to see his grandchildren, Kira's and Sam's baby girl and our sons. He actually dotted on them and was a loving grandpa in his own way. He was even there for their births.

The experimental drug had only prolonged his life by two years.

After the funeral, Derrick left for two weeks. He wanted to grieve alone for his father, so I gave him the space he needed. Hoping he didn’t do anything crazy in the process.

And then I found out I was four months pregnant with no systems at all and to think I was drinking all that time and doing other risky shit with our son Tyler in my belly.

We ended up having two boys. We were hoping the one that's currently kicking the shit out of my ribs would be a girl. I sigh. No such luck, it’s another boy. Derrick wants to try one more time for a girl.

I sigh, dreamily. He was so good with kids. He had made up tremendously for missing out on five years of Derrick Jr.'s life. He had a strong bond with his oldest son.

As for Evelyn, she remarried. Enough said about that.

Speaking of kids, my rambunctious four year old was about to... “Johnathan, don't you dare! Get your butt away from that pond!” I ordered. He was about to send me to the delivery room early and I was only six months. “Get over here! Now!”

He gives me an innocent I'm just a lil' four year old boy look and skips back over to me. His dark curly hair bounces around his forehead. He rejoins my side, snatching my hand in his. Green eyes twinkling. I swear this boy never listens.

***

“Ow!” I placed a hand on my side. I was sitting under the gazebo in our backyard while Derrick played with the kids drinking chocolate milk. The baby loved chocolate milk, kicked the shit out of my rib and moved erratically every time I took a sip, like, give me more mommy!

He noticed my discomfort and was by my side in a flash.  “Baby, are you alright? Do you need to-

“Johnathan, get out of that tree! Derrick Jr., get your brother out of that tree!” I sighed. “I'm fine. You'd think ‘cause it's twelve o' clock the baby would be napping.”

He gave me dry look. “Really? I don't think the baby has a sense of time yet, sweetheart.”

“Well, he needs too. Not even born yet and already waking me up at odd hours of the night.”

He smiled. “You're cute.” He rose slightly, kissing me on my lips. These pregnancy hormones made me horny all the time. Derrick could poke my elbow and it would turn me on. Like, now, I wanted him.

He moves away from me.

Smart move.

Sean randomly comes running out of the house yelling, “Derrick, you gotta help me disappear!”

When did he get here?

“Why?” Derrick looked agitated.

“Some chick in Africa said I impregnated her!” I spat out my chocolate milk. When was Sean in Africa? Then again Sean had took over Derrick’s business and was always traveling around the world.

“Sean, you're in the U.S. and she's in Africa... think about it, man.”

He thought about it and burst out laughing. “Oh. Right… But damn I must admit”-he chuckled-“that African pussy-

“Watch your mouth around my kids!” Derrick warned, just now noticing Derrick Jr. was behind Sean.

“Oh, I forgot. Hey, Ebony. Hey, little Derrick.” Sean ruffled his hair.

My eyes got real big when Derrick Jr. gazed up at his daddy with that quizzical look. I knew what was coming. Sean better run.  “Daddy what’s African pussy?” Derrick Jr. asked. I face-palmed. Kids will repeat everything they see and hear especially curious ten year olds.

Sean took one look at Derrick Jr. then at Derrick and booked faster than a track star after the gold. All you heard in the next instant was tires screeching on the pavement. He wasgone.

“When I see him again I’m gonna kill ‘em,” Derrick threatened between clenched teeth.

“Nah, leave him for the African chick,” I suggested. Then leaned back in the chair and took another sip of my chocolate milk. And on cue the baby kicked my rib. Maybe he’s gonna be a soccer player, the next half-black David Beckham.

Yeah… life is great.

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