Baby8.
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That night Mika stared at Razio long and hard. As she thought of him she thought back to when she was young. To a time when she thought that if someone said they love you they meant it.
Touching her face she remembered picking herself up off the ground. Of her mother asking what happen and she lie saying some girl hit her. Her mind traveled to questions of why.
Why did she let him hit her and she not say anything? Why did she just lay back and let him take what he wanted without screaming no!? Why didn't she fight back?
When those ended she remembered him saying I Love You. He would say that so often and her mother didn't even say that to her. So this was what love was like. If you love him you'd be his ride or die chick.
Love meant keeping your mouth shut and knowing when he was mad you should just stay way. But when you get pregnant it isn't just you anymore. It's the baby and you. She remembered him bailing out and sleeping peacefully for the first time in a long time.
She remembered her conversations with her mom after that. How her mother cried saying she wished she'd said something sooner. But what did she expect it's not like they talked.
Her body felt cold and like he could read her. Raizo tugged her to him covering her with his warmth. He was new to love just like she was. Even though she dated it was nothing serious. No man knew her story from her own lips because she couldn't trust anyone. Not until Raizo.
Turning over to him she stared into his dark eyes. Mika knew that the world confused him, but still he worked to be a part of it. She also knew that she confused him most of the time, but he did the same to her.
Sliding up his body she kissed his lips. They always looked so juicy to her, no women in her right him would think otherwise. Once he allowed her to taste his juicy lips she couldn't stop.
His love didn't come with hits and buries. He used his hands to protect her not hurt her. Raizo would take time to study her body instead of beat the hell out of it.
When he touched her she knew he'd waited patiently. Watched her movement to best chose how to drive her insane with the simplest touch. Simply because her pleasure was his.
Comparing the two she saw that while neither knew how to love or what loving another was about. The man under her was willing to learn, wait, and cherish the love they shared.
Sometimes Mika would catch him staring at her and she wanted to cry. This man loved her so much… but how could she love him if he told her his story. She never opened up.
Taking his brown skin goddess into his arms he rose up in the bed. Sucking on her bottom lips before putting distance between them. While he didn't mind this midnight snack he also knew something was wrong. Mika had been upset since met back up.
Allowing his eyes to roam over her body Raizo slowly kissing his loves tears away. Tonight would be the night she connected the dots for him. He could tell a lot from her body alone, but there was something about her telling him. His Mika trusting him enough to tell him her story meant more than she could know. Leaving the past in the shadows of lost memories where they belonged.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to start crying." He smiled and she knew he'd already known what she was thinking. She couldn't keep anything from him, but then again that was a good thing.
"There is nothing wrong with shedding tears. My heart you taught me that." Figures he would remember things to use against her. Resting her head on his chest she felt him tighten his grip.
"When I young I fell in love with John." Mika could feel his body tense at the word love. "My dad wasn't in my life and my mother dated guys not better than John. My mother never said I love you and I didn't know it was weird until I talked to my friends."
Her heart felt like it had a hole in it suddenly. But she would tell him and they would move on, she had to. "John was the first guy to say I was pretty and that he loved me. When I wanted to see more of him my mama didn't like it. So I would run away to his house because his mother was never at him."
She swallowed to keep her mouth from running dry, just noticing her body shacking. "The first time he hit me was because I talked back to him in front of his friends. I couldn't believe it and then he held me. Saying baby I'm so sorry. I love you. I won't do it again I swear."
It was getting harder to tell him so closed her eyes. Mika couldn't stand to see the look of disgust he would have on his face. "I soon heard him say the same thing after we slept together and he was too rough or when he hit me again. I stayed because he loved me and I wanted nothing, but him."
Raizo was trying to calm her by stroking her hair, and half of her wanted to stop. He was just so good at touching her; which means he was good at reading her so he stopped soon after he started.
"He I…I… When I became pregnant with Michael he yelled at me and called me a bitch. Surprisingly he didn't hit me, just told me to get out and he'd send me my shit." Old tears fell freely and neither did anything to stop them.
"I was so hurt and depressed, but after the first few nights of actual sleep. I started thinking that I didn't want him to hit the baby. He would have killed him with the way he hits. So when he called some time later saying he wanted to help raise the baby I was like no, then thought about it."
This was it, the reason why her son was dead. The way to hell really was paved with good intention. "I wish my dad was there for me. So while I didn't want to be with him anymore I didn't want my child to grow up without a…" She thought about Ozuno and thought twice about finishing that sentence.
"Father" he did it for me. "Yes and because I did that I lost my son."
Raizo waited a minute to make sure she was done. Sometimes he couldn't tell with her. When no more words came out of that sweet mouth of hers he pushed her back.
"Mika you were the one who told me that I couldn't balm myself for Kiriko's death. That she died because she wanted to be free and there was nothing I could have done." He kissed her fore pushing back thoughts of other things to kiss.
"I'm telling you the same thing and hope you one day realize it for yourself. I wish I could, but I can't make you believe that, you have to do that on your own. But my Mika you couldn't have known that would have happened."
His eyes held understanding and compassion. While he didn't know how it felt to lose a child. He knew what guilt felt like. How it could haunt you every waken second of your life. It would take time, but she knew they could do it together.
Together they could help fix each other and finally let go of the past.
I know long time and I truly am sorry. But I would love feedback on how the story is going so far. Thanx for reading and hope you enjoyed it so far. R&R!