11. Ciera
“Ciera, are you ok?” Kendrick asked.
“Yes, I’ll be fine. Are you alright? I’m sorry that happened to you. He can be an ass sometimes,” I said, looking at Kendrick.
“Who was that guy?” He asked, looking at me for answers because I’m sure he was confused about all of this.
“Kendrick, that was the father of my children, and I’m sorry you were treated that way,” I responded.
“Nooo, you don’t have to apologize, but I see why he was in his feelings. You wanna leave, so you can take care of that situation?” he asked.
“No, I don’t. I want to stay and watch my team spank your team’s ass,” I said, laughing at the face he was making.
“Girl, y’all bout to get that ass spanked.
Come on, let’s go,” he said as we made our way to our seats.
I was mad as hell that Juelz came at me the way he did, but I was also satisfied that I didn’t give in so easy.
Now, I hope it stays that way because I'm still so pissed and hurt behind his actions.
A few hours later the game was over, and Kendrick was dropping me off at home.
“You sure you gonna be straight?” Kendrick asked, looking over at me as we pulled up in front of my complex.
“I promise, I’ll be alright. Thank you again for a good time. I needed that mental break. I will call you soon and Kendrick, I’m sorry for all that happened,” I said to him.
“Ciera, for the hundredth time, stop apologizing. None of this is your fault. Have a good night, and I will talk to you tomorrow,” he spoke, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I got out the car.
I sent Zelan a text when I was on my way home, so I’m sure Juelz would waste no time getting here.
I went into my room to change into something more comfortable, and by the time I got my sweats on my doorbell was ringing.
When I pulled the door open, he was just standing there staring at me.
“Would you like to come in, or would you like to talk at the door?” I said smartly, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
“Ciera, I’m sorry for how I acted at the arena. I was not thinking, and I shouldn’t have treated you that way,” he spoke.
“I can think of a few ways that you shouldn’t have treated me. But we can save that conversation for another day. What are you doing in LA? Were you looking for me?” I asked.
“I deserve that. But actually, no. We were here on business, and the guys wanted to catch the game before we flew back home tonight. So, you are having a baby. I must say your pregnancy looks good on you. You’re glowing and so beautiful.
I have been calling you for months, I wanted to make sure that you were ok.
Things with us were so fucked up, and I know it’s all my fault.
I just needed to talk to you and explain my position and why I married Kenya,” he said to me.
“There is no time like the present. I think this is a good time to say what you need to say. Would you like something to drink? I only have juice, wine, and water,” I asked him.
Damn this man was so freaking fine! But I needed to be strong, I was not going to be second to no bitch, and I damn sure wasn’t gonna be his side piece.
I was a woman with standards and I deserved to be respected as one.
“I will take some water. What are you doing with wine and pregnant?” He asked me as I went into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water.
“I have wine for my guests. So, talk Sir. Tell me what you need to say,” I told him. I was tired of having all this damn small talk.
“Ci, the truth of the matter is, I loved Kenya. I was in love with Kenya before all the shit with her happened. You know this much because we’ve had several talks about it.
But as time went by, and years passed, my heart eased up and opened to maybe finding new love.
It was hard, but when you came into my life, I was so guarded and didn’t want to open my heart so easily.
It was just something about you that kept me wanting to pursue you.
I was intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you.
When I got the chance to get to know you, you were breaking down those walls that I had built up for years.
I began to care for you and now love you.
Ciera, when we went to Belize and I saw Kenya all the feelings I had for her, and her well-being came rushing back.
She was my fiancé, my daughter’s mother and at one time the love of my life.
I had to make sure she was ok, and I needed to get her somewhere to hash all those things out.
I know you may not have understood it, but I needed to know what happened to her.
Once we got back to New York, we talked, and I did indeed still love her.
She said she needed me and wanted us to get married like I promised her.
I thought it was kind of quick and wanted to wait but she didn’t want to wait, she wanted her family together and legit.
I did it because I felt that I had to for the sake of Kari, giving her that family stability.
However, once I did it and you showed up at my door, I knew then that I had made the worse mistake of my fucking life.
When you ran away, you took a piece of my heart with you,” he spoke, and I was a complete fucking mess inside.
This negro was good. I knew he was telling the truth but if he had doubts, then he should’ve waited on marrying her.
However, I guess I could understand his position. I’m still pissed, but I did understand.
“Juelz, I know it must’ve been a hard decision to make, but if you were not sure you should’ve waited.
I was indeed devastated and needed time to get myself together.
I had so much that I was dealing with and being in New York was not helping.
When I came to see you, I wanted to talk to you.
Hell, I needed to talk to you, but I found out that you were married, and that shit devastated me.
I had to get away from you, and that situation.
Not being able to see Kari, broke me as well.
I miss her little beautiful self so much,” I said to him.
He continued to stare at me, which was making me nervous as hell.
“I love you, Ciera. With everything in me, I love you. I know I fucked up, and you have every right to kick my ass out of here, but it won’t stop me from loving you.
You can see Kari whenever you want to see her.
I’m sure she misses you as well. She used to ask about you all the time, but for some reason, she just stopped,” he said.
I was still stuck on the I love you part.
Hell, I know why Kari didn’t ask about me, because we talked every damn day and night before we went to bed.
That little girl is so smart, and I love her to death.
When Kari FaceTimed me a few days after I left her dad’s house, she was so worried.
I didn’t want a five-year-old worried about me.
So, we made a promise to talk every day, and I made her promise not to tell her daddy or her mom about us talking.
I tried every day to convince her to give her mom a chance, and she was fine with that until one night she called me crying.
She told me how Kenya had been treating her, and I was ready to have Ari beat her ass again.
Kari was my baby, and I didn’t want her to be hurt.
I knew she was going to Disney World, and I was supposed to call her tonight.
But I guess I would call her tomorrow, it’s kind of late anyway.
Juelz stepped closer to me, grabbing my hand.
I snatched my hand away and walked away and took a seat on the couch.
“Juelz, I guess this is a good time to talk to you and let you know what’s been going on with me.
As you can see, I’m pregnant, and in another week, I will be five months,” I said to him.
He just sat there as if the time was registering in his head.
This man was in deep thought. So, I knew he was counting.
"Ci, you haven't been in California that long. So wha….,” he couldn’t even finish his words because that shit hit him like a ton of bricks. He was rubbing his hands together and staring at me. This shit was so intense, but I couldn’t look away.
“Ciera, is that my baby?” He questioned without breaking the stare. My hands were now sweaty, and I was so fucking nervous.
“Yes,” I responded. He leaned his head back against the couch and rubbed his eyes, and just turned to stare at me again. Damn, what was he going to say? This shit was crazy, but I knew he needed to know. I’m just glad I told him, now he could do what he wanted to do with that information.