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The satisfying sound of old-school music played as bodies laughed and danced without a care in the world. I was sitting very pretty, might I add, while I gossiped with Tanya and Myra. We would occasionally look over to our playing children just to make sure they hadn't caused mischief.
It turns out I was pregnant with two twin babies. My son, Amiri, was the outgoing, protective one, while my sweet daughter, Amara, was me down to the bone. I love my children, and in a way, my children brought me out of the darkest of times.
Shortly after moving out, my family disowned me and got rid of everything that belonged to me. Years later, they've been trying to get in contact with me, sending me messages on how they want their son back or how they want their brother back, but you made your bed with me.
I went to school for cosmetology and I've made quite the career out of it. Being able to set my own schedule without someone constantly looking over my shoulder has to be the best thing. I enjoy doing makeup and hair. It pays my bills and keeps food on the table, what more could I ask for?
Myles was happily married now, and we had come to a co-parent agreement. He still apologizes for saying the stuff he said to me till this day, even after assuring him that I let it go. I don't know if he notices that he flirts with me, but as fine as he is, the little high school crush is gone, baby, long gone. His wife, on the other hand, she can't stand me; honey, she hates it when I come around, and she doesn't mind letting me know.
A car pulled up, and out came Myles and his wicked bride. She had a smile on her face until she saw me sitting there; a not too pleasing look crept up on her face, and I silently laughed at how my presence bothers her.
Myles' POV
After greeting my family, I went to find Myra and Tanya, and to my surprise, I saw Asante sitting there looking good, too good if I'm being honest. Having my kids did make his already thick body even more attractive; his beautiful melanated skin had this rich glow to it. His Afro from all those years ago was now curly down his back; man, he was simply fascinating.
"What's going on, troublesome three, what are you gossiping about now?" I asked jokingly.
"Boy, don't play; you finally remembered you got a family, where's that evil witch at?" asked Myra.
"Yeah, we know she doesn't let you go anywhere unsupervised. I don't know why you keep bringing her around," Tanya said.
Ignoring them, I looked at Asante. He was looking at all three of us, laughing, showing those pearly white teeth. Making my way to him, I brought him into a hug, and his strawberry scent invaded my nose. Unbeknownst to him, blood rushed to my dick, and I had to control myself.
Feeling small hands push my legs, I was getting hit on by my son. "Get away from my papa, no hugs," he said seriously.
I come to learn that Amiri loves his papa more than anything. I love how protective he is over Asante.
Feeling a small tug on my pants, I looked down at my daughter as she shyly lifted her small arms, asking to be lifted up. After lifting her up, she buried her braided head into my chest. She was the spitting image of Asante, quiet just like him, but they both had that fire that comes out every so often.
I couldn't help but look at Asante again, admiring me bonding with my kids, and I wish I could turn back time and stop myself from saying those things to him. I ran into him one day while he was dropping them off with Myra, and I was originally mad that he would keep having my kids away from me. Then I thought about how badly I treated him.
I wasn't in love with Kira anymore. Ever since the day she laid eyes on Asante, she made it her mission to try to make his life hell, and it really bothers her when he straight up ignores her. Beautiful she is, but her attitude turns me off more and more. Now, she's always accusing me of cheating, she's always yelling at me, and sometimes she puts her hands on me. If Myra found out, I know shit would hit the fan.
Hearing her high-pitched voice, she came up glaring at Asante, to which he responded with a calm smile on his face. I couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. I was glad she came up to me, telling me she's going to do whatever she does with those friends of hers, and I felt relief as soon as she pulled off.
Feeling soft hands touch the bruise on my face, I looked down at Asante, his thumb softly brushed the scratch on my face as he worriedly inspected me.
"Why do you force yourself to be with her? I see it all in your eyes. I don't like her for you, and I'm saying that honestly. You could've done much better than her. This bruise better be from a cat, or it's about to get real ugly real fast, you hear me?" he said.
Damn, this man makes me feel things I never feel with Kira. I miss him, and I really could see myself being in a relationship with him.
"Naw, don't worry your pretty little head about me. How have you been doing, though? Have you met any guys yet?"
"No, I don't have time for love. I'm focusing on making money and providing for my kids. I have no interest in the dating scene right now," he said calmly.
After talking to him for what seemed to be hours, I got up to dance as "Tennessee Whiskey" started playing. After getting so far in the song, I made my way to Asante, singing to him while grabbing his soft hands, bringing him into the warmth of my body. This felt right; I felt at peace with him. I looked down at those big doe eyes, and I started to fall in love with him once again. I'm a man now, and I can admit I was afraid to admit I was falling for him all those years ago. I know what I want now.
"Asante, I know you probably have your doubts about me, but I ask you to let me have your heart. I won't force you into anything, but I see myself with you and you only. I can't have you right now, but Kira's going to be out of the picture soon. I miss you, and I wish I got to hold you like this all those years ago. I was a little ass boy back then; let me be the man I'm supposed to be for you and my kids."
I watched as his eyes formed tears of happiness as he buried his face into my neck. As the night went by, I continued to dance with the love of my life. It's good to have him back in my life; this is all I can ask for. I have a second chance, and I would be a fool to mess this up.
