Hey guys, I'm so glad that you're loving the story! I'm glad that you're enjoying the characters that I created and the still loyal to the ones I DO NOT OWN. I'll try not to bore you too much but I just have to mention a couple of people who have consistently shown me love and connected with this story so thank you:
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~LR
We waited to be seated when my sister stopped kissing Spencer long enough to express her partial disappointment.
"God, I wish my mom and dad were here to witness this." Lacy told Spencer.
"They're here; they were standing right in front of the door."
"You called them?" Lacy asked me.
"No, Spencer's told us weeks ago, she wanted to marry you, Lacy. She called us about an hour ago when you all were shopping and said today was the day and to meet you guys at Village Inn in 20 minutes. Thank god we live five minutes away or we would've missed it!"
A thick husky northern Italian accent sounded off loud and clear from behind a USA Today newspaper… a very familiar accent at that.
"Papá!" My sister said as she jumped in my father's arms. "Papá I'm getting married."
"I know." He responded. "Well Analise, you just a-gonna stand there?"
"Hey pop." I laughed.
"Oh and what about me?" My mother said as she sauntered from around the corner. "I don't get any love?" her accent about as thick as my dads except hers had some sort of African eroticism sprinkled into it, that I always wished I had.
"Mommy!" I screamed. "Oh my god I've missed you soooo much."
Okay, so my sister and I totally have favorite parents, don't we all?
My sister and I swapped parents and settled back into our adult-like selves. After my sister and I regained our composure and our parents greeted and administered hugs to everyone else we sat down in our section.
"So Ashley, why haven't you come to visit us, huh? You've kept our daughter busy in LA and now she's too skinny!" My mother said.
Okay so even though there are skinny Nigerian women who would make Iman look like Whitney Houston on a 6 month binge on crack, or whatever she 'says' she's on, they will fight you to the death about plumping up a bit. Even if they were skinny themselves, it's a sad turn of events, it is…but it's my culture.
My mother was one of those women, about 5'5, even bronze skin the kind that makes you think she cracked the secret to getting the perfect tan… but its all natural folks! She has shoulder length salt and pepper hair that makes her look Hispanic until she opens her mouth and she has the grayest eyes you'd ever see in your life. She was selfless enough to give Lacy and I identical set of eyes that matched hers… although I doubt she had anything to do with that little tidbit.
"Mommy, I look skinny but I'm your daughter, don't forget that I know how to eat." I reassured.
"Yes ma'am, your daughter all but surprises me sometimes with the way she puts it away and maintains that beautiful figure of hers." Ashley says giving me a playful nudge.
"Wow, I like you already, anyone who can get Ashley Davies to be polite is alright with me." Madison commented.
My wife shot her a bite me look at I wanted to take her down in the middle of Village Inn with no second thought. Okay, so for the record I just want to state that I do not have a problem I just love my wife, she's a hot sexy adulterous (no I didn't forget), talented woman in the sack…or wherever we decide to do it.
We all gave Rachel our server, the run down on what we wanted, how we wanted it and Kyla stressed how quickly we wanted it, with a smile no less. We were all talking and laughing at the stories my dad entertained everyone with and inspired by my mothers stories of harrowing though the trials of a relationship.
Ayesha, that's my mother's name, love to tell stories of what it was like coming up in her day having an attraction to those outside of her race. She saw it as a badge of honor that she and my dad had been married for over 25 years and were still happy and in love. It's something about foreigners when they come to America they strive to keep their marriages together. Most immigrants see America's fascination with divorce as some sort of pathetic outward show of laziness, like American's are so lazy that they can't even put in effort to keep a relationship alive.
"…See when I and Francisco first met, we had to deal with our families' disapproval, and with being new to America. The hatred that we endured almost caused our demise, but we both agreed that we'd never be like most American's that get separated and/or divorce when times got tough." She continued.
See I told you…Or maybe it's just my family.
The immediate area around began to smell of fresh eggs, pancakes, and other delectably mouth watering breakfast items, which meant the food was here…and I was all but too excited about it. I am a dancer and I value my body as it interprets my art, but if I'm hungry I'm going to eat what I damn well please… with or without moderation.
Don't judge me folks, okay? Think for a second, okay…What would Rachel Ray do, she'd eat right? Okay then, don't judge me or Rachel Ray.
Soon the table was filled with plates, some empty some not and space was becoming a little limited. When my father decided he wanted to break the silence that was going on due to full mouths or full bellies, or both.
"So Ashley, I know from a biological standpoint that this is impossible, but I know with money you can do damn near anything."
"God, it's so weird to hear you curse dad?" Lacy giggled.
"Hey, what did I tell you about the lord's name, eh? That is not how I a-raised you Lacy Amarise"
"Sorry." she retreated. "My bad."
"Yes sir, I'm listening." Ashley said attentively.
"Yes, so when can I expect to see grandchilrens running about, I'm an old man I don't want to have to wait forever 'til I can enjoy being apart of my grandchildren's lives." My father was never one to beat around any bushes unfortunately.
"Frankie!" my mother interrupted. "When they want kids they'll have them."
"What Ayesha… my Leah would be a great mother, you know that. So Ashley when can I expect some kids, eh?"
"Ugh…" A little less than eloquent my wife was at this point.
The whole table stared at Ashley with a more than interested grin on their faces.
"Well actually, I was thinking about it the car on the way over here and I think that…"
"Oh my god, are you… the…Ashley Davies?!" interrupted this obnoxious little blonde bitch who totally disregarded the rest of us at the table. At the most inopportune time no less.
The dragon lady is rubbing off on me, I'm silently cursing out a teenager; I need to calm down.
"Yep that's me, if you give me a few moments to finish talking to my family, I'll come over and talk to yours, okay?" She smiled politely.
"Okay." The little intruder bounced away.
She must have been feeling generous today, she usual hates when people come up to her when she's eating or with family or…anytime. Ashley is one of those people who got into the music business for the love of singing and writing her music, not necessarily for the love of the people.
Then it hit me, Ashley just lied to this poor unsuspecting little bit- girl…
I guess I'm more interested in hearing what my wife has to say than I gave myself credit for… or more than I was willing to admit.
"But anyway, I was thinking about it and I think I would love to have kids at this point, I released so many albums over the years…I've done movies and countless world tours… but… I have never really taken a substantial break…and…I think its time."
Everyone with the exception of my parents was in shock at this point, but continued to listen.
"So to answer your question dad, once I talk thins over with Leah, I would love to have kids soon." She ended
"That's what we like to hear. You know Ash-a-ley" I would never understand why my dad even with his accent butchered up her name that badly. "When Leah told me she was a lesbian I was upset, but she's found a pretty good choice for a wife and you treat her like she needs and deserves to be treated… so you're okay in my book." We all smiled as he reached across my mother and the small section of cleared table space to pat Ashley's hand in approval.
She smiled, I was all confused and when I looked around the table everyone seemed to be somewhat thrilled with Ashley. She seemed to have come full circle right up under our noses and everyone was smiling, also in approval.
Everyone but Spencer, so I immediately got Lacy's attention.
"Lacy, what's up with Spence, she's so red in the face, is she okay?"
"Dude, I don't know. It kind of looks like her mad look, but she has nothing to be mad about. Last time I checked, she wasn't allergic to anything… so she's probably just full or something."
"I don't know you should figure out what's wrong though, just to be sure I don't want her to like pass out or anything?"
"Spencer, you okay?" My father asked, making sure to catch mine and my sister's attention.
Oh another interesting tidbit about my family: so my dad, if close to me and my sister can hear us when we communicate telepathically… which is why we learned Portuguese, ladies and gentlemen.
See it all makes sense; we're not well studied for just any reason, Lacy and I were always trying to be a step ahead of our parents… Like most good children.
"Oh, nothing's wrong, I'm just taking in all this information, on top of the fact that I'm filled to the brim with pancakes, I'm feeling a little tryptophan action going on, right about now." She smiled.
"Oh okay, or 'the itis' that's what they call it here in the South." My mother grinned.
"So Ashley wants kids, and then she doesn't? Dude I so don't get your wife."
"Neither do I at times, but in the end, everything that she does, makes since it's not so much the process as it is the end result with her, you know?"
"Wow…"
"Wow what?" I asked.
"Oh my God…goodness." She corrected remembering my dad could hear us.
"You really are in love with her?"
"Yeah, are you just figuring that out now?"
"No, but sometimes, it really hits me that you're happy and in love and I know that it's possible for me too."
"Lace, you're going to make me cry stop that."
"No, Lee I'm serious when I see you happy, it's like seeing myself happy and that is a wonderful something to look forward to."
Instant waterworks.
"You see what I'm reduced to? It's all your fault!"
"Honey, I didn't upset you did I?" Ashley lovingly inquired.
"No, I just have an amazing sister."
"You guys were doing that thing, huh?" We nodded in the affirmative. "That is so sweet, talk like that makes me want to be around my sister all the, but she's tied to LA." Kyla smiled rocking Lil to sleep.
"Maybe…Leah how would you like to move back home?" Ashley asked.
"What?!" I asked a little confused and a little excited.
She brushed herself off like she getting ready to get up.
"I was sitting here thinking and your parents are totally right. I've kept you away from your family in LA and I do kind of like this place, even though the club scene is non-existent and there aren't any strip clubs. It's kind of nice to only have to worry about a few fans and not paparazzo everywhere you go… think about it and get back to me, I have to go and keep my word."
Ashley got up and walked over to the booth where the little brat was, introduced herself although it wasn't needed, sat down and began to converse with the family of four.
"Who is that woman, because she is not my sister?" Kyla giggled.
"I must say I'm stumped, I usually have something to say at this point, but I have no words completely… and y'all know this is strange coming from me." Madison said in disbelief.
"I think she finally realized just how close she is to her happily ever after… and saw what she wanted, no better yet needed, clear as day." Spencer commented as she looked into my sisters eyes.
"Well baby girl, what you thinking?" My mother asked.
"I don't know, you know, I've just really got accustomed to LA so I'm really going to need to think about this. I mean that's a huge sacrifice for Ash, momma. I wouldn't feel right asking her to leave her home and everything on a whim." I said.
"Well why not? You did the same for her several years ago and you think she won't do the same for you?" My mother asked.
"Well, take your time and think this through carefully. It's not easy decision you have to make, nina." My father supported.
I looked over at my wife, actually enjoying her conversation with the family of four, and linked eyes for a few eternal seconds and felt so much love in that moment that I just wanted to cry.
Which is strange and unusual for me because I'm usually not this big of a water head.
In that very moment I felt like, whatever we went through could survive the test of time and that we could triumph over our relationship being on display for the world to see… and still flourish when it's just the two of us.
In that moment I saw our futures, together and separate, I realized our destinies and I knew that this is where I was supposed to be; this is where my heart, body, mind, soul and spirit wanted to be.
I am in love with a woman who makes my heart sing even though, I cannot. There is something to be said for that, folks.
I am willing to give her anything that she wants and vice versa. I saw the family walking out of the door and the love of my life was sitting back by my side. With the look of love plastered on her face for everyone to see, she finally spoke.
"So Leah, have you thought about it, I know it wasn't much time or anything, but I'd like to know how you feel about what I said earlier."
I was silent, I couldn't formulate words.
"Baby, I know I just kind of sprung this on you… and I know this is like the quickest turnaround for me and you're a little shocked but can you give me some feedback, can't you see I'm a little anxious?!"
I stayed silent for about five more minutes, Rachel had brought the check, taken the money brought the change and to go boxes before I could answer. Truth be told, I don't know what I was thinking about.
I take that back, I was thinking if we were to have children would our adventurous sex life, be non-existent? Was this a risk I was willing to take? Would she cheat on me again? I thought of all the possible maybe's and what if's… rapidly, because from the way they were looking at me I figured, we wouldn't move until I made a decision.
"Ashley I just have a question for you… Do you want to live in Kyla and Aiden's neighborhood, too? Or did you you want to buy that lake front property that we always talked about?" I smiled.
She gave me the most un-dragon lady like grin and a kiss that said so many I love you's and I wept at the sheer overwhelming feeling that rushed over my body. The greatest feeling in the world next to loving her was the fact that she was sincere in loving me back… that very thought made my spine tingle.
That was a high that no one could take away from me. Not even the thought of children possibly ruining my awesome sex life.
With this new Ashley, the possibilities are endless, the probabilities are high, more important…my doubts gone.
Author Notes:
So how do you guys feel about Lacy and Leah's parents?
As always, what drama do you guys see coming up next?
***Bulletins***
1. I'm working on another SON fan fic so it should be coming soon, I'll have of course more of the characters you love and new ones you can get to know.
2. I'm also thinking about doing a couple of Lword fan fics, not sure yet though.
3. I'm posted two original short stories over on Fiction Press, under the same Pen Name, they're more adult like, very easy read...Check 'em out let me know what you think
(XxsetmefreexX, I hope you read Q&A and tell me what you think about the bits and pieces of our language,lol)
Until next chapter...
~LR