22. My Mamas #2
Without speaking, I stood up and reached for her hand.
As we made our way to the dance floor, the DJ changed from something that would make bitches shake their ass to something that would make them look for a man.
I took Islah into my arms as she rested her head on my chest. I moved us around the floor, resting my head on top of hers.
“I needed this more than you know,” I said softly.
“I know, I am sorry I haven’t been the best.”
“I told you, you never have to be sorry to me. I am behind you every step of the way.”
I held Islah like that for a few more songs, moving us around like we were the only ones there, until I said, “You will always be mine.”
And she jumped back, looking at me strangely.
“Islah,” I said softly, confused as hell. “Are you okay?”
She shook her head at me, backing up.
“I need to go! I need to get out of here,” she yelled out before walking out of the restaurant.
I went to the table, grabbed our things, then rushed out behind her, finding her standing at the car trying to catch her breath.
I opened up my mouth to ask her if she was okay, but I could clearly see that she wasn’t.
Once I walked up on her, she looked up at me. “I am so sorry, Love.”
I nodded. “Come on, let’s get to the room. We have to get up early tomorrow.”
She nodded and got in the car.
The drive to the hotel was silent. She stared out the window while I stared at the road.
“Islah…I don’t know what is going on if you don’t talk to me, mamas,” I said softly.
She didn’t respond, and I damn sure didn’t know what else to do.
When we got back to the hotel and made it up to the room, Islah grabbed her clothes out of her bag and went straight into the bathroom, locking it behind her.
I was trying to make our night in Miami the night that we started over. The night that we talked, and she expressed what she needed, so I could give her the world.
But instead, I was left wondering what the fuck was happening.
When she came out of the bathroom, I stood up.
“Can you talk to me, Islah?” I asked her.
She looked at me like she wanted to, she started to, but then shook her head.
“I can’t, baby, not right now.”
I nodded.
“Well, can I hold you?”
She smirked. “I would love that.”
I changed my clothes, then hopped in bed with her, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close to me.
And that was where we stayed for the rest of the night until my alarm went off the next morning.
We sat up in the bed, she looked at me, and with a smile, she kissed me.
“We need to get dressed and outta here. Danny likes to talk, and we need to get back to get Amir in time.”
She nodded.
We both got dressed and were out of the room in no time, out in the hot ass Miami heat.
The driver drove us through the city while I was on my phone checking in with Keith, making sure that Amir was okay, when I felt Islah’s hand on top of mine, making me look at her.
“I feel like I am messing us up.”
I shook my head. “You are not messing anything up.”
“I am not acting like me.”
I nodded. “That is true, you are not. Can you talk to me?”
She paused for a second. “I have been trying to, I honestly want to. I just don’t know how.”
I exhaled and placed my phone in my lap, giving her my full attention. Islah looked like she was trying to hold everything together, but needed help like I wasn’t there to help her.
“I thought this lil’ trip would help, but I don’t know what I did to trigger you.”
She exhaled. “I…”
She paused. I was starting to get irritated, but tried not to show it. Luckily, we were pulling up to Danny’s store.
“Come on, mamas. I’ma be in and out so we can make our flight.”
I took her hand, and we walked inside.
Danny was already loud and excited before we even walked through the door.
“Mr. Mayer, it is so good to see you, and who is this you brought with you?”
“My wife,” I responded. “Come on, Danny, we have a flight to catch, gotta get home to my son.”
“Okay, okay, my friend, let me get you straight.”
We walked around the store with him, getting what I normally get. Then he showed me some custom-cut diamonds he had, and I took them, knowing I would be able to fit them into something I was working on.
Off to the side, I caught Islah looking at some pink and purple diamonds.
“You like them?” I yelled out at her.
She stopped touching them.
“Yeah, they are pretty.”
I nodded.
“Danny, let me get what she’s looking at, too.”
She smirked at me, and I winked back.
“I can put something special together for our wedding day.”
She never responded to that, and I made a note of it.
After about ten minutes, I had everything I needed, and we left with enough time to make it to the airport. While we were sitting there, I glanced over at her texting her girls when I asked, “When do you want to get married?”
Islah put her phone down.
“I don’t know, baby. Don’t we need to make sure Amir is okay after the service?”
I agreed with her to a certain extent.
“Yeah, we do. The service is in a day or so, so how long do we wait?”
I could tell that she was stalling.
“I don’t know, Love… I don’t know.”
I nodded and left it alone. For the first time, I felt like…we might not get married anymore.