Chapter 11
Travel
Christmas Day
It was six am, and Trek and I still lay in bed.
I felt super nauseous too. I'd been feeling that way all week, but I had a feeling it would pass.
I had been overeating lately, so I knew I'd eventually pay for it.
My back rested against Trek's bare chest. One arm held my waist, and our other hands were embraced over my head.
The blanket covered our lower halves only, still providing warmth to our lower halves.
Last night's events were super heavy. Today was now Christmas.
It was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, but today was anything but that. I hadn't seen my god baby cry since he was a kid. June had him hurt to the core, and it broke my heart to see him so distraught.
I hated that she put Junior and Trek through that mess, but there was a part of me that empathized with her.
She was in love with a man who didn't feel the same way as she did.
I longed for Mook's love and attention in a similar fashion, but deep down, I knew I always wanted Trek more.
There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Trek couldn't complete me.
He'd done that and more. In a way, I guess June felt like there was always a chance they'd get back together as long as Trek and I weren't together. She now saw shit was different.
I didn't regret my decision to finally be together with my best friend. I was in love with him before our friendship even developed. It only took one look.
Trek kissed the side of my neck, and I snuggled closer to him.
"Good morning, baby. How are you feeling?"
"Heavy. I knew June was capable of a lot of things, but abandoning Junior wasn't on the list at all."
"I'm sorry, baby. I wish we didn't have to deal with something so heavy as this on the holiday, but we need to count our blessings because it could be worse. Some people are dealing with loss, starvation, and sickness. Let's just try to make this the best day we possibly can."
"You make a valid point. I love your viewpoint on life. Travel, I don't know how you're so positive during hard times, but I appreciate you so much, love." He turned me to face him.
"I got God and you. That's plenty of support in my eyes, so I'm good."
He smirked and wiped his hand down his face before he looked back at me.
"Travel, I'm sorry that June is hurt. I want you to know that I'm not some heartless nigga.
It hurts me that she's hurt, but I don't regret finally choosing what makes my head and heart happy.
I'll choose you every day that ends in y.
I went years without having the woman that I'm truly and genuinely in love with, and I refuse to give that up for anybody.
I mean that shit. We were with people who really didn't fulfill us because we were meant to be lovers and friends.
If that makes us the villains, then oh fuckin' well.
I'll proudly accept the villain title if it means I get to have you for all of eternity, sweetheart. "
I sniffled, and Trek wiped my eyes. He was such a lover boy, and I appreciate how he knew himself and his feelings were and would always be safe with me.
"You are such a hopeless romantic, my love. Thank you for the apology, but it isn't necessary. I'll proudly wear my villain title with you and for you. Please know that. It's you and me over everybody else," I affirmed.
Trek smiled and pulled me in for a tight hug. "I love you, girl. I'm not a soft man, but for you and the kids, I'll be whatever is needed of me. If you're ready, we can get up and make this the best Christmas we can for our boys."
"You may not be soft, but you are the best man and only man for this job. I agree completely, though. Let's make this day a good day, starting with a big breakfast."
"That sounds like a great plan. Trek and I kissed, solidifying our vow to take care of our family by any means necessary.
Trek and I parted ways to get ready for the day. Right before I climbed into the shower, my phone rang. I sped over to it and saw it was Mook's aunt.
She'd helped to raise him after his mom passed away.
As close as we once were, I'd distanced myself from him and his family, especially after that stunt he pulled last month in the mall.
I know they wanted to see Deshoni, but they couldn't guarantee his safety or mine.
I had no choice but to keep our distance.
Still, answering a phone call couldn't hurt.
I swiped the green button and put her call on speakerphone.
"Hey, Chell. Merry Christmas," I greeted her.
"Merry Christmas, baby, although it ain't so merry.
Mook is missing. We can't find him, and nobody can get in touch with him.
He was last seen at a girl named Gia's house.
She said they went to sleep together. When she woke up, he and his things were gone.
Now I know y'all ain't been seeing eye to eye, but I have to ask if you've seen or heard from him? " she probed in a shaky voice.
Damn. Mook was missing. I know he disappeared at times when he went on a druggy binge, but that wasn't a full day. He'd come back hours later. Something felt weird.
"I'm sorry, Chell, but I haven't heard from him since he held me hostage in the mall. To be honest, I don't want to hear from him. You all know how he did me with our son, and none of y'all checked to see how we were doing. May God be with him."
I ended the call and put her number on block.
Mook put her in this situation just like he did me.
Any woman who came in contact with him was subjected to some kind of hurt and pain.
After he held me up in that mall at gunpoint, I didn't give a damn about what happened to that nigga.
To hell with Mook, our family holiday festivities were about to begin.
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I laughed while Trek snapped off guards of us.
We had breakfast and opened gifts hours ago.
Now we were enjoying the traditional Haitian meal I had made.
On my menu was Griot, a marinated pork shoulder, which is our national dish.
My sides were diri ak pwa, which was white rice and red beans, plantains, and a seafood stew with white rice.
Trek made a big bowl of salad to add some vegetables to our meal. As a Caribbean native, I ate a lot of starchy foods, which is why I always added some kind of green vegetable to every Haitian meal. This was the first time I had made cassava bread, too, and it was delicious.
"Will you stop? I'm trying to eat, man," I whined.
"Nope. This is our first Christmas as a family, and I want as many memories as I can get through these photographs," Trek replied, chewing on his dinner.
He turned away from me and aimed his phone at Junior and Deshoni. Junior leaned closer to Deshoni, whose hands were balled and filled with food. I looked on with the biggest smile on my face.
They were all my boys. They all belonged to me, and I'd do everything in my power to love and care for them with every fiber of my being. I picked up my spoon and gently tapped my wine glass.
Everyone looked in my direction.
"Tonight, we celebrate not only our first Christmas together but today represents the start of a new journey." I looked at Deshoni. "Mommy will always love you and care for you, baby boy."
He nodded quickly and went back to his meal.
I turned my attention to Junior.
"I've been in your life since before you were born, god baby.
When you came into this world, I promised my best friend that I would care for you no matter what.
Life has hit us with one of those no matter what moments last night, but I'm still here.
I will never try to replace your mom, Junior, but I will be here to support you mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically to the best of my ability. You feel me?"
"Yes, god mama, we're locked in for life," he voiced, flashing me the same charming grin his daddy had.
"We're locked in forever, baby boy." I looked at Trek.
"Trek, no man has ever occupied my mind, heart, body, and soul the way you have.
You're the only man I want to love in every lifetime.
I know our family formed faster than we imagined, but that's sometimes how life works.
We spent years apart, and now the ball is rolling nonstop for us. "
I raised my glass. "Here's to us making the best memories and each of us putting one hundred percent into our family. Mèsi fanmi," I sang in my Haitian Creole tongue.
"Mèsi fanmi," Trek and Junior announced together.
Deshoni raised his safety cup filled with juice. We all laughed at him before taking a hefty sip of our drinks and going back to talking, laughing, and fawning over our gifts.
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After a few more hours had passed, Trek handled Deshoni's bath routine, while Junior and I cleaned. Once we were done, we parted ways.
I took a much-needed hot shower. Trek bought me so many Christmas gifts that I needed to bust it wide open for him tonight in whatever ways he wanted me to.
I dried off and moisturized thoroughly in my own room.
Trek would drool when he saw me in my costume tonight.
My hair was down, and my fresh silk press was about to be sweated out, but it would be worth it.
I admired my super mini-Mrs. Claus's dress.
My titties were high toward the sky, and my ass cheeks hung low from the dress.
Yeah, my man was about to drool when he saw me.
I pulled on my robe and headed to our room. When I stepped inside, Deshoni was in his bed, sound asleep.
Perfect. Big daddy was on top of his shit tonight.
I stepped through Trek's secret door in his closet and entered our playroom. In an instant, my robe fell to the floor at the sight of him.
"Oh my goodness." I was in complete awe.
I don't know how Trek found the time to decorate the room with Christmas decorations, but I absolutely loved it. There were lights, tinsel, and gift bows all over the equipment we use.
"Do you like it?" he probed.
My lower lip trembled. "I absolutely love it."
"I'm glad to hear that. Anything for you, beautiful. You wanna play with me?" he quizzed in his deep and sexy voice. Trek was free of clothing. It was one of my favorite looks on him.
I nodded. "I do. I really do."
He smirked. "Show me."
The two-word command made me drop to my knees. I sexily crawled to him in my sexy Mrs. Claus dress. He had a treat for me that was oh-so-sweet yet deadly hard. It wasn't something I'd imagined. That dick aimed right at me. Trek's eyes were trained on me as well.
I knew that because he had my full attention. When I stopped in front of him, he scooped me up and placed me on what he liked to call his "pound town chair". He knew this was my favorite position next to being tied to his bed.
My knees filled the pockets, and I placed my face in the opening. He quickly strapped the belt around my arms and waist. My ass was free and tooted midair just how he preferred it.
The first swipe of his tongue between my wet folds made me flinch.
It was a full swipe, more along the lines of him needing to savor his first taste.
After that, my lover proceeded to eat me like a feast. I wasn't a freak by nature.
Hell, I was probably a vanilla lover after fuckin' around with my son's father.
Not anymore, though. Trek brought that freaky shit out of me.
He had to know something I didn't know to have my ass enjoying all this kinky shit. The feel of his thick tongue slurping on my clit like a lollipop made me shiver. The sounds of good pussy eating filled the room. I never knew how much I enjoyed the sounds of foreplay and sex.
Trek's tongue penetrated me, making me exhale deeply. I knew if I had made a sound, he'd take me through there, but I couldn't hold back.
When his tongue vibrated against my clit, I lost all my composure. I couldn't help it. I had to let it out.
"Fuck me!" I revealed loudly as I came.
His deep chortle resonated behind me. Followed behind it was a bite to my ass.
"Shit." It hurt, but it hurt so fuckin' good.
Trek slapped my ass before he pressed his dick against my opening. With a firm grip on my long hair, he was ready to take me through there. "What's the safe word?"
"Tinsel," I replied, out of breath from his tongue play.
"Good girl." A second barely passed before he gripped my waist with his other hand and thrust into me.
"Ahh!" I loudly gasped, quenching my fists tightly. This was the best and only way to end Christmas.