Author's Note- Thank you to all who reviewed last chapter. Here goes some Caesar action. I'm kinda iffy about this one. Writing an Ike Turner-esque Caesar was a little hard for me. Well, here we go. Oh yeah, who remembers "A Different World"? I just got done watching the episode when Whitley is getting married & Dwayne is like "Marry me! Baby, please!" Could you imagine Huey doing that at Jazmine and Caesar's wedding?

Disclaimer- I do not own "The Boondocks"

"Jazmine?" Michael Caesar walked slowly into the apartment the he shared with Jazmine. He looked around the living room, light streaming in through the windows from the moon and streetlights. Caesar knew that she wasn't home, Jazmine's car hadn't been in the parking lot, but he felt the need to make sure. Caesar faintly wondered where she was on a Sunday at, Caesar looked at his watch, squinting with the effort in the dark living room, 9:47. Caesar went to pull out his cellphone to call Jazmine again, but stopped short when he realized that he would most likely get the answering machine. Just like the last six times Caesar called.

He wasn't exactly sure if his fiancee was simply too busy to answer his calls or if she was simply ignoring them. Caesar sighed, shrugging off his black suit jacket and tossing it onto the khaki colored sofa. He had a feeling that it was the latter.

Caesar sat down on the sofa, his dread-locked head in his hands. He hadn't come home last night, or the three nights before that. He tried to make himself scarce around the apartment after his and Jazmine's explosive...conflicts. It gave them time to cool off and get themselves together while he stayed at the Four Seasons. Caesar looked around the spotless living room. It hadn't looked like this the other night. There had been broken objects strewn across the floor, a hole punched into the wall that was now plastered and covered with a painting and...tiny splotches of blood decorating the wooden floor. Caesar clenched his fists and closed his eyes. How did he get this way? So angry that he would-Caesar swallowed past the lump in his throat- put his hands on Jazmine. Caesar felt ashamed of himself. He wondered why Jazmine was still with him.

Caesar stood from the sofa and made his way to the bedroom. He decided to take a shower. Maybe when he was finished, Jazmine would be home.

He flicked on the light next to the door and started to undress. Caesar had just taken off his white t-shirt when he noticed that the door to the walk-in closet was slightly ajar, as though someone (Jazmine) had been in a rush and forgot to completely shut it. Caesar stared at the door, his palms growing slick, a lump growing in his throat and his heart trying to jump out of his chest. 'Did she...no.' Caesar shook his head at his thoughts. Jazmine didn't take her things and leave. She wouldn't leave him. Jazmine loved him. Right?

Caesar walked over to the offending closet hesitantly. He counted to three before realizing just how ridiculous he was being and snatched open the door. Caesar walked into the closet, his dark brown eyes scanning Jazmine's side. There wasn't an empty hanger present and the bar was still crowded with nearly every piece of clothing Jazmine owned. He glanced down to the floor, where Jazmine's shoes were lined up against the wall, a couple of pairs still in their boxes.

Caesar sighed heavily. He refused to admit to himself that the feeling that made his body slump was relief.

At around 11:16, Jazmine walked into the house. After spending hours with the caterer and Cindy trying to decide between having the chicken or the duck for the entree at the reception then going back to Cindy's place to drink mojitos (one for her, four for Cindy. Jazmine had work in the morning.) and have a movie marathon (Poetic Justice, Set It Off, and The Inside Man), Jazmine just wanted to take a long hot bath with salts and bubbles and vanilla candles and go to sleep. She had made a promise to herself that, for the whole duration of that bath, she wouldn't think of her problems with Caesar and she wouldn't let Huey invade her thoughts. It sounded like a good plan. A good plan that went right out of the window when she saw Caesar's keys on the wooden table in the hallway. Jazmine tensed. This would be the first time that she saw him since Wednesday. It was Sunday. Jazmine desperately hoped that he wouldn't be in a mood. If he was it wouldn't turn out well for her, she was sure.

"Caesar?" Jazmine walked cautiously into the dark living room, her emerald eyes scanning the room as if she expected Caesar to jump out of nowhere. When Jazmine walked right into the corner of the coffee table, her hands groped along the wall, trying to find the light switch. Jazmine turned on the light, only to jump in surprise.

"Oh!", Jazmine clutched at her chest, trying to calm herself. "Caesar? What are you doing sitting in the dark?"

Caesar's didn't even blink as he stared up at Jazmine from his spot on the sofa. Jazmine wondered just how long Caesar had been sitting there. He had his thick, dark, shoulder length dreadlocks loose, instead of tied at the nape of his neck like he usually wore them, a pair of black sweatpants and a white wife-beater. Jazmine inwardly rolled her eyes. The irony of that did not pass her by. "Where were you? I kept calling and you didn't pick up", Caesar said in an oddly even and calm voice. It confused Jazmine, scared her even. Any other time he asked her where she had been, his voice held an edge to it that told her that her ass had better not have been anywhere Caesar didn't approve of.

"Oh, um, I spent the day with Cindy. We- I asked her to come with me t-to meet with the caterer earlier." Jazmine felt like smacking herself. She couldn't even speak to this man, her fiance, without stuttering and her voice wobbling?

Caesar smiled the tiniest bit, not saying anything smart about Cindy like he normally would. "Girls day out, huh? How was the caterer?"

"Um, fine. We decided on a chicken entree", Jazmine said, running a hand through her hair, trying to calm her nerves. It didn't really work.

Caesar stood up, walking over to Jazmine. He stopped less than a foot away from Jazmine. She suddenly wished that he had stayed sitting on the couch. She could breath then. Caesar stared at Jazmine for a moment, his eyes intensely studying her like he was trying to commit her face to memory. He suddenly pulled his right hand out of the pocket of his sweats. Jazmine flinched visibly, expecting that hand to strike her like it had the other half a dozen times. But it didn't happen. Caesar slowly pushed a curly strand of hair behind Jazmine's ear. She didn't know if he saw her reaction or if he decided to ignore it.

"I missed you today, J."

Jazmine's brow furrowed in confusion. What? This was not the Caesar she had been expecting. This Caesar was the Caesar that she had fallen for. This Caesar was sweet, caring, and made Jazmine feel loved and beautiful and wanted. But Caesar hadn't been this Caesar for months. And the sudden change made Jazmine a bit uneasy. "I...I missed you too."

Caesar smiled brightly at that. He didn't notice the hesitance in Jazmine's voice. 'Huey would have noticed.' Jazmine slightly shook her head. Where did that thought come from?

Caesar grabbed both of Jazmine's hands, his face growing serious and forcing Jazmine to look up at him. Jazmine suddenly felt small and not in the way most girls liked to feel when they were close to their man. "I was thinking and I know that, um, I haven't been doing right by you lately." Jazmine clamped down on the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. No shit, Sherlock. "But, J, I-I'm gonna be better. Okay?"

This time Jazmine did sigh, her shoulders slumping. "Caesar-"

"No, J, look, I know it sounds like a bunch of bullshit. I know", Caesar looked off to the side before he continued, his now watery brown eyes boring into Jazmine's green ones. "But things are gonna change, okay? I won't- I'm going to be the man that you need me to be from now on. You deserve that, Jaz. And I'm gonna give it to you. I promise."

Jazmine looked at Caesar. She bit her lip when she saw the pleading, apologizing look in his eyes. Jazmine pulled her hands out of Caesar's grasp. Jazmine leaned up and placed a kiss to Caesar's chocolate cheek. "Okay."

"Okay?", Caesar asked, his eyes shining hopefully.

Jazmine flashed a small, false smile and nodded.

"Good", Caesar pressed a chaste kiss to Jazmine's lips. Jazmine let him do so. "I'm gonna go to bed, alright? It's been a long day. You comin'?"

Jazmine smiled that smile that was more plastic than Barbie and Ken put together. "Yeah, soon."

"Don't be too long." Jazmine watched as Caesar walked away from her until she couldn't see him anymore. Jazmine groaned. She was exhausted after that. Jazmine tiredly made her way to the bathroom, all thoughts of a long bath forgotten in exchange for a hot shower. She ignored the voice in her head telling her that being so forgiving, giving Caesar chance after chance, would eventually be her downfall.

I don't know about this one. Maybe it's Caesar. Hopefully you liked it. There might be some Cindy and Riley next chapter. I haven't decided yet. Drop me a review. Please. :) Peace.