Coming in Waves
Chapter 1
I'm waking up slowly but surely to the sound of his breaths. His arms around me, one i could feel on the back and another around my stomach. I could feel everywhere he touches which gives me butterflies. I open my eyes and i see his tan skin along with his rippling muscles. His brown hair and his perfect shaped lips and i couldn't help myself. I kissed his lips and i could feel him waking up and smile through the kiss I open my eyes and there is was his deep brown and wonderful eyes that I love oh so very much.
"Good morning." I say and then Zeke flashed his million dollar smile. That smile won over three-fourth's of the votes to make him the youngest senator New York has ever seen. He's only thirty which makes him one of the youngest
"Hell of a way to wake up." He says and grins. "We need to get up now. So many things to do…"
"Go to court. Plead cases for innocent people."
"Go to the office and debate about important issues for New York to vote on…"
"Get our son ready for school…"
"Get ready for work…"
"Feed the dog…"
"We don't have a dog." I say and look up at him and he is just laughing. I shake my head and he laughs even harder. "You're an idiot."
"That may be Devina, but I'm your idiot. In about five days, you will be mine forever." He says and kisses my head. He gets away out of the cover and apparently forgot what we did last night that did not require any undergarments.
"Opps. I guess I forgot my underwear." He says and I just shake my head. He picks them up from the floor and then walks to the bathroom. He runs his fingers through his hair which makes him look about a million times sexier. I look at him as he walks and I am so lucky and in about five days I will no longer be Devina Kingston, instead I will be Devina Parker. I get up from my incredibly comfy bed with my soft and cozy sheets and I pick up Zeke's shirt that lies on the floor and throw it on. I walk to the bathroom which I love. When I got this house as part of my inheritance, I had to completely redo it. Well, not completely, just make sure all of the color schemes matched throughout the entire house. I didn't want the modern type that it had before, I wanted the homey feel. It was mostly brown and white through all of the family and open rooms but then all of the rooms had their own particular style. Our room was grey with white curtains that covered the balcony doors. Our bathroom had the same color scheme; it had a standing shower with a claw foot tub by the window overlooking central park, along with his and her sinks. Of course we had separate closets because his wardrobe is so vast.
When I walk into the bathroom, Zeke is already in the shower singing that song by Beyonce I don't recall the name of. We met her once, nice lady. I go to my sink and brush my teeth and washed my face. I look up I see my half naked fiancé who is still a tab bit wet and then I have to remind myself to close my mouth.
"Damn it Zeke!" I say to him and he just laughs. He goes to his sink and I turn on the shower. I look at him and he starts to brush his teeth. I take off my shirt and jump in. I was jamming out to the Journey song when I hear Zeke open his closet door. I turn off the shower and grab a towel. My damp hair is leaving a trail of water on the bathroom floor and I go to my closet. I open the door and every time I step in here, it's like my own personal heaven. I pass by all of my shoes, and then all my fancy cloths and finally reach my drawers of undergarments. I open the drawer and pull out a matching set of Victoria Secret underwear and I put it on. I walk through my closet and pick out an outfit to wear. I look at the clock which reads 6:45 AM and I still have time. I walk through the rows of cloths and I finally decide on my black pants romper and a blue blazer. I put it on and I finally sit down at my make up station and go to work. I don't really like to wear a lot of make up so it's just foundation, powder and eyes. I'm finally perfected the winged eye liner and I take one final look and move onto jewelry. I put on my engagement ring and the necklace that has my mothers' wedding ring. Yet again, I have to face the fact that it is yet another year that I don't get to see her ever again. I take a moment and pray to her that she watches over me and our family.
"Babe! Come on! We still have to make sure Lucas is awake!" Zeke yells through the door that separates us. I recollect the last time I saw her, close my eyes, take a deep breath and open my eyes. I smile and I open the door and there he is, the reason for my existence. He smiles at me and I smile back. I walk to him and give him a kiss. "You know, you should look so amazing when you know I wont be there to see it."
"You look nice too Zeke." I say and I look at what he is wearing a Dior suit I picked out for him. It was the same day we got Lucas his first Nike shoes he earned when he brought home straight A's.
We walk hand in hand down staircase while passing pictures of us on the walls. I glance at every single one we pass. Here's one when we were in the Hamptons last summer. Another when we went to California to go to the premiere of a movie that was based on a book. Then one on Lucas' birthday last year when we had a pool party; we shoved the cake in his face when he blew out his candles; thank God our friends had the camera ready. So many great memories here and we get to relive them all through pictures. We went down two flights of stairs already, why is this house so damn big. We have been living here since I turned eighteen, we moved in when Lucas was about two years old.
"Why must we have such a big house with so many stairs?" I ask and Zeke just laughs.
"Well, why must you wear four inch heels just to go to work?" He asks which makes me laugh. "Honestly though? They have spikes on the heels. That should be a safety hazard."
We walk down the hall to Lucas' room and on the way we pass by the many pictures of him through the ages. We reach his door and Zeke knocks. Silence, so we go in.
"Lucas? Are you awake yet?" I ask while cautiously entering his private domain. He is getting to that age where he might be doing things I never want to know about. I still want to think of him as the little boy I just taught to swim and ride a bike.
"Mom?" Lucas says drowsily. I can see him moving under the covers and Zeke and I nod to each other. We both creep onto both sides of his bed. Zeke counts with his fingers 1…2…3 and we jump on and bounce on his bed. He freaks out and instantly pulls his covers off of him. "You guys are so not cool." Lucas says and Zeke and I laugh.
"You know what else isn't cool?" I ask and look at Zeke.
"Being late for school…"
"Being late for court…" I respond.
"Oh and how about being late to make decisions for the entire state on whether or not we should allow gay marriage…" Zeke finishes and we both laugh.
"You know this whole finishing each other's sentences isn't cute to your eleven year old son." Lucas says while pulling the covers over his head. "Can I have five more minutes?"
"Oh no… don't make me pull out reinforcements…" I say and he instantly get up. I smile and he just shrugs. "Oh come on Lucas! Look alive. Happy Monday!" I say and smile. He waves his hand and goes into his bathroom.
"You always use the reinforcements as a threat."
"Oh it is…" I say and smirk. I look around his room and it looks like every other ten year olds. Comic book corner, desk, T.V and Xbox and a big bile of mess. "Babe, can you believe this mess?"
"Mom! Leave the mess alone!" I hear Lucas yell from the bathroom.
"Come on babe. Boys will be boys." Zeke says and looks at me.
"No… don't defend him. If girl can clean up every once in a while, so can guys. I'm not his maid…"
"Yes, you're right. You're not his maid. But, we might consider…"
"No! We do not need a maid. Normal families can clean up their houses and we can clean up ours." I say putting my foot down. Zeke grew up in a household where he knew how to clean, but he just never had to do it. He never had to clean or even chew his own food. He was a silver spoon kid, so was I but I believe in hard work.
"Okay, whatever you say." He says and held out his hand. I take one last look at the mess and take his hand.
"what is I just…"
"Dad! Get her out of my room." Lucas yelled as I heard the shower turn on. Zeke and I smiled at each other and we went downstairs. Great, more stairs, I would most definitely invest in an elevator.
We reach the main floor and we head to the kitchen. The main floor has two offices, one for me and one for Zeke, a kitchen, a dining room, and a family room. The second floor has two bedrooms, a library and a den. The third floor has three bedrooms, a theatre and a gym and the fourth floor has the master bedroom and a spare bedroom. I go to my office and get my work bag. I make sure that I have all of the files I need for court today and head to the kitchen.
Zeke already put the coffee on and I start the eggs and bacon. By the time we are done cooking, Zeke and I sit and the island and drink the coffee and eat my breakfast. Yet again, my sister is on the cover of page six for doing her "humanitarian" work. Every since she married the pathetic excuse for a husband, she's been so board at home. She started these "projects", she's on the board of every damn hospital and charity foundation. She even joined the damn daughters of the American Revolution. All they care about is Tea's and talking about which president is the better lover.
"Hey, Lucinda is on page six again… what did she do this time?"
"Save polar bears, or was it her soul this time?" I say sarcastically and Zeke laughs. "I mean seriously, anyone who has actually met her can see through the erratic charade."
"You really need to let all of this anger go." Zeke says while rubbing my back.
"Never. I told you. Besides, I haven't even talked to her since she left for college. I wouldn't want to talk to her anyways. She needs to stay wherever the hell she is now, for her own safety. If I ever saw her again, I would probably strangle her."
"Whoa there mom… don't want the fine people of New York that the senators fiancé is about to commit murder. Who is it this time?" Lucas asks while coming down the stairs. He was wearing his Hudson River Academy uniform.
"You know you have a smart mouth for ten." I say and he just smirks.
"Hey, I'll be eleven in a month." He says and I just smile. He grabs some eggs and bacon on a plate and sits next to us on the island. I look at my watch which reads 7:10 AM.
"Come on people. We don't want to be late." I say and take the final sip of my coffee. I drop the cup in the sink and so does Zeke. We'll wash them later. We walk towards the door and I open the door. Arthur is already at the door of the limo.
"Hello Arthur." I say and enter the car, which Zeke and Lucas soon follow. I turn on my phone and I already have three messages; one from Trisha, Skylar and then from my father.
"Hey D, it's Trish. Come see me before you go to the office. I have to tell you something." Trisha says through the phone. She was a medium height blonde girl from a small town where supposedly everyone was nice to everyone. No wonder she left, she is the complete opposite. Trisha is one of my best friends from college. We actually hated each other at first; being from different sororities and all. But one day, we actually sat down and talked and we didn't even remember why we were nemesis in the first place.
"Hey, when Trish calls you don't pick up. I get to tell you the news first. The girls and I are having lunch at the grill. Remember, whatever you do, don't let her tell you." Skylar says via message and then hangs up. Skylar is a tall red head from here. I've known her for forever, we have been friends ever since high school when I found out she reads the same books and watches the same TV shows as me. Not to mention she was a bigger fangirl than me. She's works for a publisher that works in the same building as Trisha and I.
"Devina, it's your father. Call me when you get this. It's important. Unless you want to see your brother and sister later today, I suggest you call me back." My father Max says. My eyes widen when he says that if I don't call him back then I will have to see my siblings. He knows how much I despise them. For me to explain why I hate my siblings is for me to explain why I have an almost eleven year old son when I'm only twenty nine years old. It is quite possibly the biggest cover up that my family full of lawyers and politicians has ever pulled off.
"Well Lucas, I think this is you." Arthur says and I look out the window. We are already at his school. He unbuckles his seat belt and Zeke gets out of the car. I follow after them and stand at the sidewalk. Zeke gives him a hug and as do I.
"Oh, don't forget that I have a parent teacher conference at four and I have soccer practice after school." Lucas says and turns to us.
"Do you have everything you need?" I ask being the motherly person I have grown into. Lucas nods and waves goodbye to us. He runs off to his friends while Zeke and I get back into the limo.
"What's wrong?" Zeke asks while putting an arm around me. "When you were listening to your messages, your eyes widened and you looked like you saw a ghost or something."
"Well, I got two confusing messages from Trisha and Skylar. They need to tell me something that they both know but they both want to tell me before the other and I really want to know what they are keeping from me…"
"And?" Zeke says while raising an eyebrow.
"And what? I cant be conflicted due to the fact that two of my best friends are keeping something from me? Why does there have to be something else?" I ask playing stupid.
"Devina Elizabeth Kingston, are you lying to your soon to be husband?" He asks "You know you cant lie to me. Being with you for eleven years has given me the power to know when you are lying."
"Fine. I also got a message from my father. He said that I need to call him back or else I will see Mark or Lucinda today." I say and he nods. "Why are you nodding?"
"Oh I'm just trying to picture you physically ripping off your siblings' heads. Don't forget to take pictures." He says and laughs. I push him and he just pulls me in closer. "Okay. I know you were thinking about it. But seriously… its been eleven years. Don't you think it's time to let it go and forgive them?" He asks. I know he means well, but my family isn't like his. We don't do charity work, we cover up things and dig holes; we push our problems away until we can no longer see them.
"Zeke, you know I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Why not? They abandoned our brother! They said 'I don't want that pest' to a baby! They were heartless and evil. Not to mention how they tried to take the baby and give it up for adoption without my consent. Mark and Lucinda are two of the most malevolence and inhumane people I have ever met in my entire life and my family is in politics."
"But…" he starts cautiously. "You forgave your father…"
"That's different. He is Lucas' father and he is my father. Just because my mom died still doesn't give any of them the right to abandon a baby. I may have forgiven my father, but I will never forget his mistake."
"Okay. Just promise me I won't have to get a call from Uncle Charles saying that he had to arrest you for assault." He says and I just smile. I cuddle up next to him which makes me smile even more. "You know, you're pretty when you smile. You should show it to your siblings when you see them. Let them know what they're missing."
"You know, you're cute when you're trying to get me to do things I don't want to do." I say and wink at him.
"Miss Kingston. We're here." Arthur says.
"Okay. Thank you." I say and look up at Zeke. "Have a good day at the office. Save New York Superman." I give him a kiss and I get my bag and get out of the limo. I'm at the courthouse and then I remember I have to get out of mommy and wife mode and into kick ass lawyer mode. I walk up the stairs and checked my watch. 8:30 AM and court starts at nine. Oh well, at least it leaves time to get prepared. I'm starting a case while I'm defending Bradley Borax against sexual assault charges. Of course this guy with a name that even makes him sound like a douche bag did it, poor college kid, but nevertheless, I have to defend him and if I get my way, like I always do, he will be off the hook in about fifteen minutes. I sit in my chair and take out the file and go over it one last time. This case has so many holes in it, I take it back. I'll be out of here in five minutes. People are starting to filter in, as well as the district attorney. I don't have a co-chair, but since my assistant Nadi got her law degree, I've been giving her experience. I let her sit there, take notes and learn from the best. I feel a tap on my shoulder and it's Nadi. She's a tall brown haired girl with professional cloths on. Her hair is in a high ponytail and her make up is very college like.
"Hey. Sorry. Am I late?" She asks and I shake my head.
"No, the defendant isn't even here yet. So we're good. Come on, I want you to meet someone." I say and stand up. I walk over to the DA's table and there sits my opponent. She has been my enemy ever since law school at Columbia. She hates me, but I can't blame her. She has always been the two to my one. She was tall with black hair and had a grey suit on. I didn't know the man next to her; he seemed to be Asian, but a good looking Asian. He had a nice black suit on and appeared to be sweating.
"Hello Arabella. I would like to introduce you to Nadia Dane. Nadia, Arabella Campbell." I say and signal towards her. They shake hands and exchange smiles. "Is this your co-chair?"
"No this is Sam Richardson. The defendant." She says shocked and so am I. If my defendant is a guy and this is a guy, it makes my job so much easier. I am so happy right now, it's going to be like taking candy from a baby. I turn around and Bradley is entering.
"Well, good luck Arabella." I say and turn. I sit back down in my chair and Bradley sits next to Nadi. I look at him and he looks calm and collected. I check my watch which reads 8:55 AM. I stand up and walk to Bradley's left side. He is a tall white blonde haired guy who reeks of a fraternity house full of Axe spray and Pizza. "Bradley… are you gay?"
"What?" He asks defensively "no…"
"Then why is the defendant a man?" I ask and he looks confused. He looks over at Sam and he looks very bewildered. "You've never seen him?"
"No. I thought it was a girl names Sam, not a guy." He says and we are both very confused. The bailiff finally enters and the room goes quiet.
"All rise for Judge Addams" He says and we all rise. Judge Addams sits down and bangs his gavel.
"You may be seated. So this is the court case of New York V. Borax Pre-trial" Judge Addams begins "Defendant, plead your case."
"Your Honor. My client, Sam Richardson. He has accused Mr. Borax of sexually assaulting him at fraternity party. Mr. Richardson has taken it to the campus police, but no one has brought it to any attention due to the large amount of funds the family gives to the school. My client just wants this man to pay for the crimes he committed."
"Okay Ms. Campbell. Ms. Kingston, the floor is yours." Judge Addams says and I stand. I look at Arabella, Sam and then Bradley.
"Judge Addams, this is all a case on he said she said, or in this case he said-he said. We don't know who did what and what has been done. My client is not gay, ask his many ex-girlfriends as well as his current girlfriend. The DA has no evidence whatsoever to prove that Mr. Borax, my client did anything of the sorts. The DA's case is not just taking in his reputation, but Mr. Borax's family's reputation. That of which, I would object to if this were a plausible court case. The DA lacks evidence and motive for my client. Your honor, I do not even see a remote reason as to which to bring this case to trial." I say and look at Judge Addams. He looks like he is thinking and I know I'm about to win.
"I agree Ms. Kingston. There is no case here, as you said, it is a he said-he said situation. Ms. Campbell, the next time I see you please have a better strategy to plead your case but not just t save me time, but the rest of the courts time as well. Case dismissed." Judge Addams says and pounds the gavel.
"All rise for Judge Addams." The bailiff says and they all rise. I can't help but smile. I turn to my table and pack my bag. I turn to Bradley who is now standing right in front of me. He gives me a hug and I am shocked.
"Thank you." He says and smiles at me. Typical white boy needs to learn to read the left finger and see that I am engaged.
"Your welcome Bradley. The next time I see you, please make it be on better circumstances." I say and he nods. He leaves the room with a young girl at his side and I smile. "So Nadi, you have a two hour lunch. I have things to do so you have until lunch off."
"Okay, I can help you." She says and I just shake my head.
"Nadi, you're my soon to be colleague, not my assistant. I'm a big girl, I can do things by myself."
"Okay… I'll see you at the office." She says and leaves the room. I finish packing my bag and I leave the room. I need to go see my dad, City hall is only three blocks away, and I can walk. I walk up to City Hall stairs, oh the stairs; so many of them just to get up to the entrance. I take out my phone which reads I have three unheard messages from; Lucas' teacher, Zeke and yet another phone call from my father. Why didn't he ever call this much the first five years of Lucas' life?
"Hello Ms. Kingston. It's Mrs. Ross, Lucas' teacher. I just wanted to remind you that Lucas' parent teacher conference is today at 4PM at the school. Hope to see you then." Mrs. Ross says through the phone.
"Hey Babe, I know I just saw you but I think I forgot to tell you to knock em' dead today in court. Remember to have fun, you chose this career because you love it, not just for the money. I love you." Zeke says as I move onto the next message.
"Devina, Call me back. It's important. I'll be in my office all day. Come by; call, text, you can even send a pigeon. Just get back to me and soon." My father says through the phone. I turn my head and there is a picture of him, smiling for his official portrait of the governor position. I remember the day he first called me to stand at his side because he was running for governor. He said he wanted his family at his side. Of course, I could bring Lucas, because as far as New York knew, my mother and my brother died and I was four months pregnant at the time. It was probably the biggest cover up the Kingston family had even done, and they're all in politics. My family history is complicated.
I went to the elevator and I pressed the button. I stood there for a minute pondering the possibilities why my father has to talk to me so urgently. The doors open and I press the 5th floor button.
"Hold the door please!" I hear someone yell and I put my hand in between the doors and it opens up. I stick my head out of the door and in comes running a man who is in a black suit. I know him, it's Theo.
"Hey D. Thanks for holding the door." He says as he enters the elevator. He was very tall and had dark brown hair. He was really muscular and had a five 'o' clock shadow, but nothing out of the ordinary with him. His full name is Theodore Dane, Trisha's husband. He is also Zeke's best friend. They first met in college when the both joined the same fraternity Beta Sigma Phi at Columbia. He's a good change for Zeke. Zeke is very funny, hang loose and have fun type, but Theo is that toned down like five notches from Zeke's level.
The doors closed and he might know what that super secret thing is. "Hey, do you know what your wife has to tell me? She said that she has something to tell me and then I got another phone call for Sky saying that she shouldn't tell me."
"Oh that thing? I can't tell you." He says and smiles. He may be a lot of things because he works for the city but, he is as loyal as a dog.
"Why not?" I ask and raise my eyebrow.
"because she's my wife… and she threatened to take my cake if I told you." He said. Man loves his cake.
"Fine, but just give me a hint."
"Nope… are we still on for Friday?" He asks. I assume that he is talking about our weekly Friday night dinners. Something I started when we were all in college. I never wanted to go out partying so Zeke and I normally stayed home with Lucas. We watched movies or did whatever seemed fun at the time. Eventually, all of our friends just tagged along and I would cook and we would all just hang out. Now it's hard to go a week without one.
"Of course…" I say and the doors open. I wave to him and go to Zeke's office. It's down a long hallway, oh the energy it takes to walk. I pass by a lot of desks and I have to say hi to them, it would be rude not to. This floor knows me because they have been here for all of Zeke's term as senator. I finally get to the doors of his office and reach for the door knob.
"Excuse me ma'am. You can't go in there." A small girl says with a cup of coffee in her hand and files in another.
"And why not?" I ask and turn around. "Who are you?"
"Noelle Davis. Senator Parker's new assistant." She says while pushing up her glasses. "Do you have an appointment to see him?"
"Do you even know who I am? What happened to… what's his name… Frank… Jacob…"
"You mean Daniel?" She asks. She's very small and scrawny. She has short blonde hair and I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on her collar bone. "He went back to college. He said he was inspired by Senator Parker to be a lawyer."
"Oh well, I am Devina Kingston. I'm Zeke's…"
"Wait… Kingston?"
"Yes… why?"
"As in Governor Kingston? He's in with the senator right now." She says and that's when I heard glass smash. I opened the door and there is my father and Zeke screaming at each other.
"What the hell are you two doing?!" I yell and they both look at me. I turn and look at Noelle and she looks scared. "Noelle, give me these. Go take your break or something." I say and take the files from her. She leaves and closes the door behind her. I walk to Zeke's desk and put the files down.
"Devina…" my father starts and I shake my head. I look at the wall and I see the shattered glass on the floor with liquid stains on the wall.
"These were an antique set that I got from Germany!" I yell at both of them. I walk to the both of them and sit in their chairs. I stand my Zeke and put a hand on his shoulder. "Now what the hell are you two screaming about?" I ask and Zeke looks down and shakes his head. I look at my father and he looks directly at me but doesn't speak. "Someone better say something before I make both of your political reputations look like a joke."
"Max, think you need to tell her, because I sure as hell am not going to get yelled at for your decision."
"What decision?" I ask and raise my eyebrow to my dad. "Dad…"
"I was thinking, since I have come to the end of my second term… I was thinking… after I finish… I could…"
"Oh for the love of God Dad! Will you just spit it out?"
"I was asked to be on the board of the Department of Justice. In Washington… D.C."
"Wait, I don't get it."
"At the end of this year, I will be moving to D.C." My father says and I am appalled. What about me… the practice… and most of all… Lucas.
"Absolutely not… Veto."
"Veto? You can't Veto my decisions, I am your father!"
"Yes, and you know who's father you are also? Lucas'. Are you forgetting about him?"
"I'm not his father. That position is filled by Zeke. I was never his father; I am only your, Mark's and Lucinda's."
"Oh don't even bring up the siblings from hell. The deal was you are involved in his life, but legally, Lucas is our son. You can't just leave him."
"Devina, every time I see him, I feel the pain that I felt when the doctor told us she was gone. I feel the pain of that day when I buried her and it was still alive. He is the reason she is dead! I have made my decisions, and you have made yours. Stop being so childish and deal with your consequences!" He yells at me and starts towards the door. I walk to it but at a faster pace and step in front of him.
"I'm childish? You are the one who is running away rather than be an adult and face your demons. He is your son whether you like it or not. She would be ashamed to say you were her husband. If she ever saw you act like this, she would've taken back her love and left you. If she saw the monster you have become she would've killed you herself." I said to him and BAM! I fell to the floor and before I knew it, Zeke was at my side. He hit me.
"Devina, I am so sorry…" My father tried consoling me. Zeke pushed him away before I had the chance to.
"No!" Zeke said. "How dare you. You disgrace our son and you hit D. What the hell is wrong with you?" Zeke yelled at him.
"I have to go back to work. Is that all you had to say to me?" I ask pushing myself away from Zeke.
"No, I invited you siblings to the wedding. Along with their partners. Make room for four more." He said "it's time to let go and forgive."
"You're one to talk." I say "Goodbye Governor Kingston. I'll see you at the wedding." I open the door and he leaves. I slam it shut and Zeke pulls me into his embrace. I can't believe he hit me. I can't believe he's leaving. I can't believe that my siblings are coming to my wedding. Oh this day can not get any worse.
Zeke wipes away my tears and still hugs me. We move to the couch and we just sit there for a while. No matter how hard life gets or how rough the days are, we will always end up back here. In each other's arms protecting them from anything and everything we deem evil.