Chapter 37 - Wave of Delight.

The atmospheric setting of the plane was quiescent. Drake's obsidian eyes were half open as he looked out the window. A foggy haze gave him less detail of what there really was outdoors. Most of all, his body ached from lack of sleep so he provisioned landing and going to rest in the hotel for a while. He sat back and shut his eyes. The sunlight bathed his face causing a minor squint.

The ride itself wasn’t bad at all. It’s always nice having space to yourself, but when you miss someone, it’s a little different. It wasn’t such a huge deal, but when the heart is down in dumps, you can’t help but feeling a certain way.

While the plane landed, he was far gone in sleep. It had been about an hour or so before he closed his eyes. He received a light tap on the arm by Carl, the attendant, telling him that they were landing. He thanked Carl and yawned.

He grabbed his stuff he had nearby and let the workers get his other stuff to carry it to the Black SUV that awaited outside. Night had arrived. Lights of the street were a nice peach color radiating the city, Irving.

And although the city was close to perfect and quixotic, the mood in the car was content while at the same time being a little gloomy. By the wetness of the sidewalks, it was obvious it had rained at some point in juncture.

Drake always reminisced on how far he had come every time he had to travel for a show or something related to his career. He smiled mentally thanking God for it everything all the time.

He exited the SUV and entered the hotel. The lobby was huge and there were a few workers on that level.

“Welcome to the Marriot,” said a middle-aged lady with a welcoming smile. He could tell he was going to be okay opposed to being kicked out of a hotel simply because of who he was; he couldn’t help that.

From there, he got his reservations and headed up to his room. This hotel was exquisite just like any other one he’d stay at. A high-end restaurant and gift shop settled to the right. His bags had been rolled up to the room he would be staying at.

As soon as he got in his room, he stepped out into the balcony for fresh air and a glimpse of the city.

After settling into his room, he grabbed his phone, taking it in the bathroom with him and sitting it on the sink.

Drake removed his clothing and stepped to the shower. He slid the open and closed it behind him. The scorching spray of hot water put him at ease. The water soaked his body as he began to cream himself with the soap he had brought with him. He began to foam his neck, watching the suds spread across his chest. He moved down to his muscles on his arms.

Next he traveled over to his abs, which were toned and hard. By now the aroma had fumed the whole bathroom. The mirrors had fogged and it was steamy hot.

Just guessing, the water was to blame for him staring forward and pondering upon something. Many thoughts were thought at that moment. That’s when the bathroom lights dimmed all the way down. He wasn’t too sure what had just happened.

Even though it rained, he was sure it wasn’t raining now and the electricity didn’t go out. The thought quickly left his mind actually hearing someone there in the bathroom with him. He was creeped out just a bit. If it was room service, why wouldn’t they have said anything? But, what if it was a naughty worker? They definitely wouldn’t have said anything.

“Who… is it?” he asked not getting a reply.  He stood there for a moment about to slide his head out but someone slid open the door. He turned around. It was definitely a woman. Almost like someone familiar but then again, it was too ominous.  “Listen here, if you want to keep your job, I suggest you get out. I’ll report you to the management right now. Got that?”

Still, it remained silent. The woman took her arms and moved them up around his neck. He definitely knew that touch.

“Onika?” he questioned.

“Yes, it’s me,” she said whispering in his ear while trying not to laugh. She held on tighter, jumping up on him and wrapping her legs around him.

“Baby, you really shouldn’t do that. That would have caused a lot of trouble.”

“Aw babe, I’m sorry. I just thought it was funny,” she snickered.

“It wasn’t.  And see; now it’s dark and I can’t see your beautiful face. I thought it was you but I didn’t think you’d be in until about another hour or so. I asked you to text or call me when you were near, anyway. Why didn’t you?”

“Oops. I’m sorry baby,” she said kissing his lips. “I missed you a lot and was just too excited to see you.”

“Well there isn’t anything wrong with that.”

“Stop being conceited,” she rolled her eyes letting herself down. She stood in front of him resting her body on his getting her body damped. He kissed the side of her neck. “Soap, please?” she asked.

He handed her a bar that was sitting on the side along with a wash cloth. She rejected it being that she brought her own bottle, which was sitting right outside the tub. She grabbed it and continued in the standing position. Continuing to kiss her neck, he reached his hands up at her hair pulling it a little. For a moment, she stopped to enjoy the things he was doing to her body. Instead of him washing himself, he grabbed the cloth out of her hand and begin to wash her backside. She let him roam around her body. It felt amazing having his touch in places he hadn’t touched in a while. When he was finished, she turned around to kiss him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and let her arms hug him. He sucked and bit on her velvety lips. Gently, he laid her down being on top and let the water adore his back.

They had seen each other just a day before but he missed her too, and just as much. The intensity he was feeling became outrageous. He was hardening by the seconds.

He slid his rock into her, triggering her nerves and generating many sensations. She grabbed on her stomach, pulsating, while moaning aloud. They came close to each other as he came down closer to eat at her neck. They moved together with a friction that was satisfying. Her finger ran over a switch which lit up circular lights at the bottom of the tub.

Psychologically, he hoped he was doing some good. Erotic love making in the shower wasn’t something they often got. But, by the way she bit her lip and emitted mewls from her mouth, he knew that she was pleased. That’s what he wanted to do; please her. Stimulate her. Kiss her.

He kissed her temple and kissed her eyes as a few tears slipped out. He whispered something seductive in her ear getting a groan in response. The words tickled her ear because of his soft, sensual tone of voice. His teeth attacked her nipples making her nails rake his back. He took one of his hands and touched her face. That’s how he knew she was biting hard on her lip.

She happily released shortly after, mixing in with the water that ran down the drain. The tip of his tongue founds it way to her diamond. He slithered it in like a worm in dirt.

“Oh Drake,” she said sadly in a moan while lightly banging her head on the shower’s floor.

That was his cue. He pushed her legs back more getting into it. That’s when she discharged again, but this time in his mouth.

As soon as he was done, her legs roughly collapsed down. They were too wobbly and fragile to be held up anymore. He had something else in mind but by her body’s reaction let him know she probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. Both Drake and Nicki were sated. He kissed her again before standing up and turning the water off. She lie there still, while her breathing echoed the bathroom. He grabbed his towel first putting it around his waist then grabbed hers.

Surfing his hands under her body, he scooped her up, wrapping the towel around her body. And since it was dark, carefully, he slid the shower open, exited carefully and then walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he stepped into the room, he stopped and looked down at her face.

“That’s the beautiful face I’ve been waiting to see,” was his comment making her blush and look away. His lips pushed on her cheek then he placed her on the bed. He left her there to go and get some clothes. Without a doubt in his mind, he was more relaxed after that.

This happened every time. Every time he would please her, he knew to lay her down because her legs weren't ever stable after.

She sat up a little resting her back on a pillow and watched him surf for clothes.

“Babe?” she asked in a voluptuous breath that talked intervals.

“Yup?”

“Can you get me a pair of panties with a bra, deodorant and lotion, please?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Why can’t you just sleep naked?”

“Well knowing how you are,” she began, “you wouldn’t be able to control yourself and I’d actually like to get some sleep tonight.”

“But you love me?”

“True… bu-“

“But…?”

“I would only get like an hour’s worth of sleep.”

“You might get two if you’re lucky,” he winked.

“Can you just hand me those, please?!” She pointed to a black and burgundy set of lingerie, disguised by her over-sized teal bag.

“No.”

“Look Aubrey, I’m being nice. I could have said hand me panties, bra, socks, lotion, long pants, LONG sleeve shirt and deodorant, but did I? I asked for simple things.”

“Uh, all right.”

“Thank you!”

“Why’d you say thank you like that?”

“I just said thank you!”

“You could have said thank you. Instead, you said thank you!”

“Oh my gosh, can you just give me my stuff?!?”

“What was that?”

“Aubrey, you’re playing too much.”

“Ha-ha, oh it was funny to come and turn off the lights and not say anything, but when I do something, it’s not so funny.”

“Ah, true! I’m sorry.”

“Mhm. Okay.”

After both putting on clothes, Drake climbed in the bed slowly heading towards her. She knew what he was doing so she backed away with giggles. And finally she stopped since she didn’t want to fall off the bed and her knees would buckle causing her to not walk. He got closer sticking out his lips.

“Don’t you dare try to entice me with those nice, full, pink lips of yours...” she said looking down at him but putting her whole hand in front of his mouth. “Nooo,” she whined. “Leave me alone.”

“Nah.” 

“Get off me,” she smiled touching the side of his face. Both of their lips touched and she cupped her hand on the back of his head, sliding under him. 

His fingers went through her hair while he bit on her lip. Her fingers also began rubbing on his small curls. She went down to rub on his neck and then to his backside, tightening herself to him. 

After exploring every crevice of her mouth, he got up smirking. “Oh, what happened to ‘get off me?’”

“Shut up. So what,” she pushed him while he laughed.

They sat there staring at each other smirking and making silly faces at each other. He laid his hand on top of hers and gazed into her eyes. They were dazzling and mesmerizing; he didn’t want to look away, ever. She grinned staring back at him. He lifted her chin once her eyes left his. He felt a smile take over his mouth.

He stopped when there was a sound at the door. He looked at her befuddled then got up from the door. Once he started talking to the man with the door ajar, she silently hopped up. She couldn’t quite understand. It was Greek to her eardrums.

She heard her name by pressing her ear to the door but decided not to intervene. Slowly she crept back on the bed. Drake closed the door and went back over to the bed.

“What they say about me?” Nicki asked.

“I don’t know, baby.”

“Fuck is on their biscuit?”

He chuckled. “Maybe jelly," continuing to chuckle jokingly   "But I don’t know. I couldn't even understand what he was saying. It’s not important tho.’”

Drake sighed curling up beside her. Nicki felt the side of her head drop on a pillow and the back of it press against his chest. He let his arm curve around her side and rest on her belly.

She reached over shutting out the lamp's light on the bedside table and resumed her comfort position.

His lips drove to her ear. He brushed them up and down the rim. The sensation sent her eyelids to meet. "Good night, Beautiful. I love you."

"Night, sexy."

Drake patiently emerged from his slumber the next morning. He inhaled the aromatic scent that forced up into his nose. Cracking his eyes open one-by-one, he slowly rolled over to face the other night table. In the mornings, the sun would seep through and enshroud faces, igniting them like lustrous lights from solar but today it hadn't done so.

The duvet that covered up to his chest kept away the chilliness perceived on his neck. Not only was it chilly, it was dark. For a brief moment he looked over to his love who was grasping for more covers to shade her body. The scrunched up face she was making was adorable. Lying on her side, her head curled under. Her right leg sticking out like a pointy pencil.

As he got up from the bed, rain drummed against their window pane. His hope was for the day to go slow being that neither has anything too important to do. Howbeit, there's always something during the days pertaining their work.

But now as he heard soft muffles, he continued to the bathroom to freshen himself up. He made sure to turn the heat up first. The door was closed behind after flipping on the light. He then disrobed and slipped into the streaming water.

When he was done washing, he went back into the room and fetched for clothes. He threw on his under garments, black sweats and his dark, navy blue hoodie. He flipped up the hood onto his head and laid back down next to her on top of the cover.

The second pair of ashen eyes that had been sealed opened about thirty minutes later, peaking out its intellectual expression. A groan evaded her closed lips while she twisted and turned to see her hubby lying there holding her. Her face as suddenly buried into his neck. He couldn't help but grin feeling her breathe run across it. "You smell good," came the sleep-effected murmur.

He kissed her face saying, "Get up."

"No," she groaned for the second time.

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready, and plus, it's cold. My day to do nothing and want me to get up."

He gave her a dubious look. "I turned up the heat...?"

"You have on a jacket, Aubrey. Why's it so cold in here?"

He leaned over her back to glance at her table. Her breathing increased being slightly mushed by his chest. He slid back into his spot.

"Well seeing how you have all that jewelry right over there might explain."

"Haha, real funny."

His laughter ceased and his eyes laser beamed her face. That's when he went and stood in front of the bed and pulled the covers all the way down to the head of the bed. She sat up grabbing at her knees.

"What in the WORLD, Aubrey?!"

"It was happening one way or the other. I don't think you'd be too fond of the other way. Up!" he demanded reaching for her.

She snatched away from him, stepping on his foot. "I don't need your help!"

As she walked to the other side of the room, he pulled her to him by her abdomen and pecked her neck. He whispered, "Stop being mean." She grinned and went off into the bathroom.

When she returned from the shower, she was wrapped in a towel and a rob. A pair of light pink slippers heated and protected her feet. The curtains were still closed; therefore, it was not sunny bright. She maked her way over to the dresser to pick up some clothes from her bag, yet she's alone wondering where he went.

Then as she's applying her long jeans, the doors is opened. There he comes smiling across the open distance. And then so, she wraps up her dripping tips into a messy bun. Somehow she winds up by the window after hearing what she thinks is rain. It is and then she secretly frowns. 

A voice starts lowly saying, "Glad I caught you." He sits in a chair and looks up.

"Where'd you go?"

"Outside. I want you to take a walk with me."

Her eyeballs took a peek out the window for a second time. "You expect me," gesturing to herself, "Onika, to go out in that torrential rain?"

"Is it life-threatening? And you already knew since you brought these..." He pulled out her gray, pink, and black rain boots. She leaned against the window sighing.

"Aubrey Drake Graham... you have 3 seconds to stop scrutinizing my bag," she giggled. "Get out of there!"

"You hiding something?"

"And if I am?" she crossed her arms and fluttered her eyes.

"Girl, you in trouble."

"Whatever!" She grabbed her bag and swung it on the bed. He stood up from the chair and sat next to it. She rolled her eyes heavily and didn't bother with him. She decided on a short sleeve ruffled shirt and a brown leather jacket to go on top.

Harmonically they walked over to the front door. Drake opened it and led her by the hand after making sure the door was locked. Waiting a few seconds for the elevator, their eyes scanned the Archaic portraits. But when it did finally open, the two doors disassociated and they occupied the space in between by walking in. He pressed the floor number. He lowly laughed at what was beside him. The music sustained her with her eyes closed and her mouth moving, but not emitting sound.

A few moments went and they were glad that no one else had boarded. His arm notified her to step out. They walked passed the lobby greeting and grinning at the employees. Drake had once again took her hand and opened the umbrella. She insisted she held it and that's just what she did. The way he crunched over to her was endearing in her mind. She leaned up against him and kissed his cheek after the start of their cruise.

"So babe," she cleared her throat, "where exactly is our destination? We're going to get lost."

"First off, relax. Second, we have GPS on our cells."

That made her dig into her pocket. She didn't carry her purse and accidently forgot her phone.

"Great," she maundered. "I hope you brought yours."

"Of course."

A shiver hit her spine and electrified her body. She looked up at him grabbing for her shoulders.

"It's cold," was her simple fact stated.

"Sorry, sweet lips."

In the course of time, Drake wanted to stop in a small, nearby store as they walked in the aqueous vapor. Totally ignoring the very few people inside, he slid open the door and directed Nicki in. And although she didn't really want to go in, she surely didn't want to stand outside either. Together they perused the little mart, eyeing everything in sight not to overlook. The chill rush of air that surfed out air among the ceiling started to irritate her. So when Drake entered an isle looking and delayed his footsteps, she paused too looking around with her arms crossed. He picked up a little snack and looked at the condition of it first.

"Want anything?" Drake asked looking down.

"Something hot. Something hot to drink."

"I'm hot..." he looked away stopping his outstare.

"I'm not even... I'm not even going to go there," she smirked, flipping her eyes.

"Haha okay. So tea?"

"Perfect."

He went over to the hot drinks at began to make her tea. He loved doing it because she loved the way he made it for her. She grinned watching him pour in some honey. With that and his items, he carried them to the front and placed them on the counter.
The first clerk turned his back from digging in an ocean deep purse. She looked of Indian descent. 

"Is this all?" she asked in her stubby accent. He smiled and assured.

She rang up the items and gave the total. After hanging over some money, the register flung open and she gently laid the money inside. She then closed and reached for a bag.

"No, that's okay," Drake said.

"All right. Here you go," she smiled handing the stuff over to him. "Have a nice day."

"You too," he nicely smiled in return before heading for the door. 

The rain had slowed down at bit so Nicki's shivers decreased. He took her hand for a moment and continued walking down the street.

"Want some?" he offered sticking out the small bag after popping a few in his mouth.

"No, I don't want no got damn popcorn," she smiled politely after the heaviness left her voice.

Staring up she noticed the clouds surfing passed, but like in slow motion. Fresh air took over her. She now felt relaxed and better rather than the feeling of ice cubes stuck to her skin.

Walking passed the vacant park, a tall statue piece sat in front. It was similar to the Statue of Liberty, but of course that wasn't it. It was quite appealing though. And with seconds, the sky got a little darker mocking the night. Still, it was early in the day. Drake stood there in admiration thinking of the History of it. Nicki also stood there for a moment and thought it was cool too but got enough looks one could take. He noticed her slipping away.

"I'm going to just stand here for a minute," Drake admitted.

"Okay, you do that," she replied giving a quick grin. She walked for seconds in silence.

Approaching the tip of an alleyway, a whiff of vigilance surrounded her. It was automatically like she heard something. Everyone knows how alleyways aren't secure but this sound wasn't too far in. So what she did was walk passed and then look in. The tone was fainted. What she saw before her eyes looked scary. Still, Drake wasn't near. He was walking slowly concentrating on his phone. With her eyes she tried to make out what it was. The last thing she wanted to do was get disfigured from a drunkie. A whimper and movement blended. It was now clear what it was. The sad eyes were dark brown that gave off a hint of black and grey. A puppy lie there there submerged in blood.

Panicking she walked closer; not too close, but close enough. A highly worried and frightened glare drove on her face.

"OH my goodness, Aubrey!!! Get over here!!!" she shouted, no patience laced her voice.

He ran and parted his lips to say something. He froze.

"Call right now!" she screamed. He also impatiently called for help.

The control arrived just about ten minutes after to find the wounded puppy lying there, eyes remained closed as the breathing remained calmly. The controllers carefully lifted the puppy and got him in the big truck. Nicki looked away the whole time in Drake's shirt. They were both thanked and notified the owner would be found.

Drake smiled politely as they drove away. He then looked down at Nicki still holding tight to his shirt. She was definitely fazed; sad, drowsy. He tried to detach her, but she wouldn't. She pushed him all the way back to wall. Her face slid to the side of his. Her eyes traced up to him after letting go a little. A grin was given to her.

The sky became a light shade of purple.

"See? Look what you've just done. Aren't you glad you came with me?" was the last of his words before she jumped on him and her head dived back onto his neck.

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Chapter 36 - Right By You ONE SHOT.

It was nearing the time of rush hour in the indoor setting. The day had been a bit busy for Nicki and Kilon. She had him alone in her care so she decided to take him everywhere with her since Drake was mending from a minor accident. He had been miles away soon to be discharged from the hospital he was resting at.

Composedly, she turned over her son, Kilon, who was lying on her bed dreaming unrealistic dreams. Innocence and cuteness remained as he wiggled into fetal position. His light breathing made her smile. The palm of her hand brushed up his forehead to his hair line where she had kissed afterwards. It wasn't quite the time for her to leave yet but she figured she'd awake him, but since he didn't, she left him there.

Twenty-five minutes after writing lyrics that came to mind, she arose from the couch hearing Kilon walking down the steps while rubbing his eye.

"Hi baby," Nicki sang despairingly.

He ardently smiled and ran into her embrace after hearing her voice and seeing her face."Mommy!"

"Hey!" she said poking his nose. "How was your nap?"

"Dreamy."

"Oh, that's good. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," he responded rubbing his stomach.

"Well let's go find something light because grandma is taking you out, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

They walked into the kitchen with sounds of just under their feet. Reaching a point near the kitchen, Kilon ran and turned on the light. He stood in the middle of the floor figuring out which direction he wanted his snack to come from. Nicki took a seat. A few seconds later, he dropped the two fingers from his chin and skipped to get a stool so he could reach the top of the refrigerator.

"You know there are some inside the fridge?"

"I don't want it cold."

He reached for the bananas, tearing one off and holding it under his arm and climbing off the stool. After putting it back in the corner, he went and sat at the dining room table with his mommy.

"Banana? Yummy."

"Can you open it for me, please?"

"Of course," she replied taking it from him. "Matter fact, go and get me a Sharpie from out the kitchen drawer."

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you babe."

She began to peel the banana so when he got back, she waited for him to be seated before proceeding to draw on it. She delineated two eyes and a mouth then flashed it to him.

"You like?"

"Cool mommy! What a cute octopus."

"For a cute little boy," she said handing it to him.

"Thanks mommy," he smiled reaching for it as she got up from the table. "Where are you going?"

"We have to start getting ready to leave."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes sir. I have stuff to take care of still."

"But you already did. All day."

"I have many more things to do, baby."

"Is daddy getting better?"

"With time, babe.”

"So when is he coming back?"

"Within a week..."

"So we can go out together again?"

"Not right away. Daddy still has to take it easy so he doesn't re-injure himself, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now go and get your light jacket and your bag so we can go."

"Yes ma'am," he responded handing her what was left in the banana. The petite figure walked away and hopped up the steps. In the mean time, all Nicki could do was miss Drake even more. She wanted to keep herself busy so she wouldn't hurt as much but it would obviously feel different not having that strong, safeguarding arm wrapped around her at night; that kiss on the lips that assured her of his love. It wasn't the same; however, this feeling wouldn't last forever. 

Kilon came back with his jacket on and his small activity bag strapped over his shoulders. He stood in front of his mom who looked weary & despondent in the eyes. She looked up him from the couch she was sitting, half-smiling. It disappeared as she picked him up, sat him on her lap and held his back with his head close to her chest. He sat in bewilderment hugging her back. She kissed his forehead then removed her hand off his back.

"Are you okay, mommy?"

"You know I love you very much?"

"Yes ma'am. I love you too."

"Okay, let's get going. Time is escaping from us."

Upon arriving at Mama Carol's house, Nicki had a little talk with her son on the way. He sat content listening to the serious tone of his mother's voice and the ever changing expressions on her face. He held his questions until the end.

"Listen Kilon, although grandma is taking you out, she's still dealing with a tremendous amount of pain in her knee so you can't go jumping on her like you usually do, okay?"

"Ole mommy! Daddy says it means a lot! Huge!"

"I'm glad you remembered that word, Ki."

"Yay!"

"So you hear me?"

 "Yes ma'am. I'll take care of grandma and you take care of daddy so they can get better and we can have a party!"

She chuckles. "Sure. Take care of grandma."

Nicki pulled into her mother's driveway. She got out the car and helped him out. He shut the door and skipped to her to hold her hand. Knocking on the door, she looked down at him who was physically excited for the door to open. It opened with Mama Carol standing there.

"Nana!" he screamed running toward her legs but noting not to jump on her as his mother told him.

"Hey baby," she said picking him up to hug and kiss him.

"I missed nana and boppy," he responds holding her tighter.

"And nana and boppy missed you too. How you doing little boy?"

"I'm okay nana. Mommy told me about you too. Sorry."

"Ah," she hysterically gasped. "Nana's okay. Now go and take your bag upstairs to your uncle."

"Yes ma'am nana."

She lets him down and he hops up the steps. Both her and Nicki hug each other also.

"Yes ma'am? You teach him that?"

"No mom and the funny thing about it is he used to say it on and off but now he says it all the time. A four year old calling me that like I'm old. He learned it from Cai but I really don't like it."

"Well looking on the bright side, at least he's not saying anything you wouldn't want to hear from him."

"Exactly. I appreciate his respect though. I really do."

"Well Onika, how are you holding up?"

"I'm hanging in there, mom. I really am trying to be aware for Kilon especially when he senses something wrong sometimes by asking me a thousand questions."

"And that's all what matters. He's curious. Fill him in; it's okay. When is Aubrey going to go home?"

"They said within a week. Hopefully that doesn't mean an additional week. They like to play games."

"Oh no they won't. I've been praying, Onika. Please don't lose it. You're flowing with it very well. Did you take Kilon to see him?"

"Nope. I was hoping this would happen by leaps and bounds because it's just a lot of pressure on me but he knows Drake is okay. They talked on the phone. And for myself, I've only seen him 3 times. I really don't want to see him until he's out of there, mom."

"Well listen, you know where I'm at. Don't put your feelings aside because ignorance wants to take over. I'm here. And look at you now. Do you think all this extra working is doing you good?"

"Thank you, mom. And yes it does help me."

"All right Onika."

"Yeah. What is the noise?"

"I'm assuming it's Cai and Ki. Don't worry."

"Okay. Tell Macaiah I said hello and tell Kilon I'll be back later. I need to go now."

"All right. I love you. See you later."

"I love you too. Bye."

The weather reflected a crisp day, every now and then having slight winds. It wasn’t too hot or too cold but rather, fine.

At grandma's house later, Kilon, Caiah, nana, and boppy were having an abundance of fun together. Although they were about to leave for dinner, time had to be wasted. Macaiah had taught him about the video games; he seemed to be good at it. He also showed him how to fill up a balloon and aim it to wherever. Boppy hadn’t been home from work yet and that’s who they were waiting on.

Nana kept a close eye on her first grandchild. Kilon loved his nana just as much. He told her everything like he would do his mom, but grandma’s were more experienced-viewed.

“Nana, I miss daddy. He hasn’t been home,” the little boy with light brown eyes stated as he looked up from reading his book with his uncle.

She ceased from reading her book, adjusting her glasses. Her throat was cleared. She said, “Kilon, do you know why daddy hasn’t been home?”

“He’s sick.”

“Yes baby and so I know you miss your dad but don’t you want him to get better?”

“But nana, when mommy is sick, she’s still at home. Why can’t dad be sick at home?”

“Come here, Kilon,” Mama Carol said setting her book at her side. He got up from the floor and stood in front of her thinking he couldn’t sit on her lap. She lifted him on her lap and turned him sideways. “When your mom is sick, Kilon, it’s just like a cold, right? You know a cold? That’s when you go cough cough,” she demonstrated. “Daddy isn’t that kind of sick; he’s injured.”

“So why can’t I see him? He got ugly and scary?”

Mama Carol chuckles. “No, no child. He looks the same. You’ll see him soon, okay? But you have to promise me something.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t worry. Your mom and dad love you. I promise you’ll see your daddy soon.”

“Okay nana. Yes ma’am. I promise.”

“Good,” she kissed his forehead.

Now they were all looking forward to dinner since boppy was home. As mama Carol got up from the couch, the bones in her knee crackled. Kilon reached out a hand and she thankfully accepted his help.

Exactly six days later, Drake was to be released from the hospital. That night, Nicki found herself by Drake's side cuddled close to him, awaiting the nurse to come back with the release papers. There was something odd that seemed to be floating around the atmosphere, but Nicki left it alone being that this would be a good night. She considered how last night was the termination of her sleeping with a curing heart. Drake looked ahead at the wall rubbing her back with the hand that wasn't casted up. He looked unhappy but happy to be leaving.

"You don't know how excited I am to get out of here..."

"I'm more excited than you are. I need you back home with me and your son."

"I know. I miss him so much! That might have been the hardest thing to deal with. It's been bleak without his enthusiasm."

"I know. It made me sad, Aubrey."

"Well you don't have to be sad any more. The boss is coming home."

She snickered at his comment. It was noiseless. The doctor had been taking longer than she needed to.

Drake continues saying, "I despised not being with you at night… I hope soon I'll be able to make love to you..." he said with his attention back on the wall. She looked up to him with her chin on his chest and her hand right in front of it.

"Yeah, that would be nice but I need you to get better first, babe." Immediately after concluding her words, the doctor knocked on the door making her sit up.

Immediately after concluding her words, the doctor knocked on the door making her sit up. 

"Come on in," she semi-yelled.

The doctor came back in with the release papers. Nicki had gotten up and left to use the restroom. The papers were signed and then Drake was lectured about his condition. The doctor explained obvious things to him such as not lifting heavy objects and so forth. From the doctor, he also received some coverage to put over his cast for shower and bath use.

After being handed home care instructions, Drake sighed waiting for Nicki to come back. He hadn't really noticed a reason for her leaving but he found out shortly after. She came back in with a nurse--who was rolling a wheelchair.

The golden skinned nurse smiled at him saying, "Time to gooo," adding a chuckle.

Drake's eyes trailed up and down the odd looking chair.

"Seriously? I don't n-"

"Hospital policy, Aubrey," Nicki added with a fade.

"Fine!" he snapped.

"Come on Drake," she said. "It's just for a minute."

With the help of Nicki, he got up from the bed and was helped into the chair. She patted his shoulder once he sat down.

He sat uncomfortably waiting.

"If you have any problems, no matter how minor they may seem, re-visit us," the doctor said standing off to the side.

"He will," Nicki assured. "Thank you Dr. Anderson."

"Oh no problem. You two have a good night."

"You too."

Drake seemed free of pain as he was being wheeled out to the car. Nicki constantly eyed him seeing the frustration on his face. She was going to try her best to make him normal; happy.

After being situated in the car, his frustrated look seemed to narrow down. Being in her presence alone made him feel better.

He looked at the backseat seeing books and toys that reminded him of how much he missed his son. In his mind, he would be happy to see him soon; preferably when he got to the house. He didn't bother asking because he just assumed that his son was okay and under good care.

"Are you feeling okay, Drake?"

"Of course. Was that wheelchair necessary though? I have a broken arm, not a broken leg."

"Oh so the only reason you was in the hospital that long was just for your arm?"

"Yeah..."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Did you not understand that you had bacteremia also, babe? Nicki queried. "You know you're still not that well. You're full of shit." .

"Nah."

"Yeah right, Aubrey. You are so denial."

"No... I'm not. It's my arm."

"Just stop, please," she whined.

"I was just saying. Anyway, have you been taking care of yourself?" He question half-way home.

"I've been dealing with whatever had been thrown at me. I'm great! After all, you are the one who was just discharged from the hospital so I should be asking you. Have you?"

"What do you mean 'being thrown at you?' What’s going on?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I me-"

"Yes you did."

"Okay Aubrey. Be right then."

"I know I'm right."

"Okay Aubrey."

The rest of the ride was filled with music playing

Next from pulling in the driveway, she cut off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt. Drake wasted absolutely no time exiting from the car. Nicki grabbed his bags, closed the door and they walked up together to the front door. She opened, they entered and she locked the door behind them. He was relieved to be back to that home scent.

She rushed over and turned the light on. Letting the light shine on his face, she noticed a more clear view of despondency.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"Yeah. I'm going to go and take a shower."

"Are you hungry?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thank you," he kissed her cheek.

"Okay baby," she sighed.

She went and sat at the dining room table to text her mom and see if Kilon was okay. Once she was updated, she turned off all the light, grabbing the bags, and ascended up level.

All was silent because the TV was off and nothing but the sounds of water was coming from the bathroom.

She sat on the mini couch in their room when he returned from the shower. All she did was stare at him the whole time with her leg crossed.

When he was done dressing, he got comfortable in his bad. He glanced over at her whose eyes were glued on his appearance.

"You look tired," she stated. "What's been going on?"

"I don't sleep. I got more important things to think about then sleep."

"Well it pays off in your looks."

"Thank you," he replied sarcastically.

He sat staring at the sheets. That's when he noticed he was still missing something.

"Hey Onika?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you just sitting there? Where's Kilon? I want to see him now."

She got up and led herself to a standing position in front of the TV. "Aubrey, Kilon is..."

"Yeah? You don't have to play games. I'm ready to see my son."

"He's not here..."

"Why? Where is he?"

"He's okay. Relax."

"He needs to see his dad and I need to see him. Go and get him."

"No Aubrey. He's okay."

"I'm going to need you to not play gam-"

"I'm not playing games. This is why I didn't bring him back home. You need to relax!"

"First you don't even bring him to come and see me now you're keeping him away. That's my son, Onika. I need to see my kid!"

"Aubrey, I understand he's your son and you miss him, but you need to relax. I already told you he's okay and you'll see him soon.  I will not deal with your stubbornness. Please!"

"All right," he said trying to calm himself. He felt like flipping out because he didn't want to wait until tomorrow but he would have to anyway.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Good night Onika."

"Babe, stop acting like that. You should at least be happy that you're out of that place."

"It's not worth it if I don't have my family here and now."

Her face dropped in despair. "I'm sorry."

"Okay, I'm just going to go to sleep now."

"Aubrey..."

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

The morning that followed, she hugged onto him, watching him sleep. She'd been up for a while just staring at his arm and thinking about all that had went down for the last couple weeks. She also gained sadness remembering just hours ago how upset he was.

Her hand lighty rubbed his stomach. He awoke nearly 30 minutes later looking down at his side. As soon as she felt him looking at her, she got up and laid on top of him, focusing on his eyes.

"Hey," his suave voice said while he hugged around her back with his free arm.

"Hey babe. I just knew you were tired."

"Yeah just a little."

"Nah, it was more than a little. You can't fool me."

"What?!"

"Aubrey, last night after you went to bed, I crawled up under you and you didn't even stir. Not even a sound of a mouse could get passed you any other time. I knew you were tired so Iguess all went well. Wouldn't you say?"

"I would have still slept well either way. It doesn't matter if I spent hours up with my son or not. Speaking of..."

"Please tell me you're not going to start again. Can I get up first before you attack me?"

"Let me ask you... what people or things were involved in your dreams last night?"

"Uh...a koala bear and a pick-up truck. What do they have to do with anything?"

"You know what I dreamt? All of us were enjoying a day at a Carnival having a blast! Tell me it doesn't get any realer than that..."

"All right, Aubrey. Since you insist, let me go and take a shower so I can go and get our son."

He lowered his head to kiss her lips. "Thank you."

"Yeah. Sure," she jumped off the bed.

She went to quickly shower and got dressed in her bathroom. And although she missed her son also, she just wanted to make sure her injured love was okay.
Next she threw Drake a peace sign and headed out to her car.

    It [the seatbelt] clicked and her foot downed on the petal. She feels the pressure pounding on her chest while her palms
Why did something she thought wouldn’t be such a thing turn out to be a grandiose situation?

At a red light, she glanced over to a lake which resembled peace of mind to her. And leading, the radio played a new tune.

“For all those times you’ve stood by me…”

When she finally pulled up to her mom’s house, she turned off her car and traveled up to the front door. The door opened even before she had the chance to alert someone. A zealous little munchkin looks up and runs to his mother’s legs.

“Mom!!!”

“Hi baby!” she says picking him up for a hug and a kiss.


Mama Carol walked in just seconds later. “Hello my daughter.”

“Hey mom. Thanks again fo-“

“He’s my grandson. Never a problem."

“Um… okay—good. Are you doing okay, mom?”

“I guess,” smiles Mama Carol walking into the back room.

“Okay. Kilon, you ready? Go and gather your stuff.”

“Yes ma’am.”

"Onika, in here please," Mama Carol signified. "It's important."

"Oh okay mom," Nicki said putting down her bag on the steps. "What is it?"

"I'm not too happy, actually. What is this that you've been telling your son about his father?"

"Oh," she looked down. "I told him that Aubrey was...sick and stuff."

"You know that little boy looked at me with twinkling eyes the other day telling me that daddy hasn't been home. Did you lack to give Kilon some information? I'm very disturbed with the way you've handled this. I thought you would have been more attentive about this, but I guess not."

"Woah mom, slow down. Kilon is about to see his dad in just a few moments and the reason for me keeping Kilon from the hospital and Drake is because I didn't want him to get scared. Idon't know if you noticed, but Kilon is VERY observative. It scared me to think about what my son would have to say about this! What was I suppose to do, tell him that his dad had a little accident!? No! Drake's arm is broke for a bad reason and you know that! You know that if Drake wasn't wrestling around, one thing WOULDN'T have led to another and he wouldn't be in the predicament he's in now. I'm tired of you and him fussing at me! I know how to raise my son so don't berate me when I'm being cautious in reasoning."

"Well we just don't agree with what you've done."

"And I don't care! Y'all can be mad but oh well! I really can care less at this point. Y'all freaking act like I left Kilon in the middle of the road! Get off my back with all of this pressure! I can't take it!"

"Why don't you calm down at bit, huh?! Getting all worked up for no reason. Anyway, I think you've kept Kilon away for long enough. Go take him back to his daddy!"

"If you have one more smart thing to say..." Nicki said snatching her purse from the stairs.

"I love you my dear daughter."

"Kilon, come and say by to your grandmother please!"
Kilon walked over gazing up at his grandmother while she smiled down at him. Just as he got closer to her, she knelled down with open arms.

"Bye my baby, nana loves you. Go home and take care of daddy, okay?"

"Okay nana, yes ma'am. I love you too, nana."

"Okay good boy. I'll see you later."

"Bye-bye."

"Bye mom. I guess I'll see you later too."

"Sure you will. Take care."

And so Nicki pulls up into her driveway twenty-five minutes later feeling relieved. She put the car in par, and then exited the car to grab her son’s bag and help him out, who had already began napping. But, he awoke when he was out the car. She kissed his forehead while he patted his face.

After unlocking the front door with her son on her hip, she looks behind her and locks the door. A sense of excitement overwhelms her nearing her bedroom door.

She opened the bedroom door and placed Kilon on his feet. Drake was in the same spot only except that he had on different clothes, hinting a shower token.

“DADDY!!! IT’S DADDY!” exclaimed Kilon who was about to run to Drake’s far right until he noticed the casted arm. That made him slow down and run the other way, climbing up on the bed.

“Daddy,” he said slowly before turning around to Nicki. “Mommy, what is that?” he said pointing to Drake’s arm.

“Give your dad a hug, Ki.”

Drake pulled his son on his chest hugging him and kissing his face. He couldn’t search for the words to give to his son so he continued to hug him.

“Dad?”

“Yes? I missed you little boy.”

“I missed you, dad.  Why do you have that thing on your arm? I thought you got better.”

“I am better, Kilon but I broke my arm.”

“How?”

“Uh…just messing around.”

“You should really listen to mommy when she tells me not to mess around because I don’t get hurt.”

“Okay,” Drake chuckled. “I’ll listen to mommy next time. Did you have fun at grandma’s house? What has been going on, buddy?”

“Yes sir dad, it was fun. We all went to the aquarium and took lots of pictures. I took a lot so I can give them to you.”

“Oh that was nice of you. Thanks!”

“You’re welcome. I am going to get the pictures out my room.”

“Okay buddy.”

Nicki rubbed the top of Kilon’s head as he ran passed. Then, she got into the bed herself and laid close to Drake.

“Are you happy now, babe?” she asked.

“Ecstatic,” he said kissing her mouth. “Thank you, gorgeous.”