Hi everyone this is my first story. I don't know how to make chapters or anything so I guess it will be one shot. Excuse the bad grammar and such, hopefully I'll improve at one point. I'm new, cut me some slack! However, in your reviews, please tell me how to improve so I can give you guys a good chaptered story. And will someone tell me how to put up a chaptered story? Hehe...

Home

I walk through the streets of my home and wonder why I am simply walking, and not dancing at La Rosa Negra. It's Saturday night! Yet, I don't often find myself there anymore. I often find myself babysitting on Saturday night. And then working every other minute of my life.

I find myself speaking English just in case she came back... they came back...

When Katey found out she was pregnant, she sent me a letter begging me to come help her and the baby that obviously belonged to us. I made the decision to stay here. I sent her money a lot, but I had never really seen my baby.

Since I had sent the letter in which I had refused to come to America, she hadn't written me. Never sent me a picture. Not even a little note that they were all okay. They were my family. But I still had family here to take care of before I could progress to that one!

Katey wouldn't take me back. She has enough dignity not to take back those who have rejected her.

I look around and see just empty streets. Kids running into their houses. Shady figures hiding in the alleys. This is the new Cuba. This is what my father died for!

I would say I could leave Cuba. No matter how hard I will soon deny it to Katie, Cuba is my home. But Katie is my home. I will leave Cuba to see my daughter and Katie...

But I will not leave yet. Not until my family is ready to come with me. My family is also my home.

Is it possible to have three homes? A country, and two families. What is a home? It is not where you live. It's where you want to be.

I want to be in Cuba.

I want to be with my family.

I want to be with all my family.

I will have to choose between my homes. If a home is really a home, should you really have to leave? Yes, for college but not forever. You will return, with a new family...

I walk home to see Chabe come running out of the house with a worried look on her face. Tears are streaming down her delicate face as she lets the words, "She died," escape her lips.

Now they're ready.

We will be on the next plane to America.

And one day I will return to Cuba, with a new family.


The morning we are planning to leave, I get our mail for the last time. There is only one letter. It's addressed to me, from Katey. My heart skips a beat as I tear open the letter and read it.

Dear Javier,

Our daughter is named Havana and she is beautiful. I'm sure she would want to meet her father. I'm sorry for not writing. I couldn't handle that you didn't care enough to come back. I don't have time to wait for you and I know that you might one day deny it, but you love your country. However I'm sure you agree with that currently and claim never to deny it. Javier, I don't want to wait anymore, so-

Javier was interrupted from the letter when there was a knock. He went to the gate and his eyes widened immediately.

"Hi Javier. It's me, Katey, if you don't recognize me. And this is Havana."

THE END.

I know, major cliffy ending. I think it's powerful. Please R/R truthfully. Was it that bad for a first time author? Sorry it's so short. I worked hard.

Disclaimer: All characters and whatever from Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights surely do not belong to me. They belong to the creators of Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. Notice the fan in fanfiction!