I'm gonna update again in a few days, but enjoy.
"I don't care what Bobby or Angel or Jerry or you say. I'm not putting my child in boxing." Selena argued as she checked her homemade lasagna in the oven.
Jack leaned against the counter and watched as she brought a glass of white wine to her painted dark red lips. "Well what the hell are we gonna do?"
"Talk to the school. If he fights someone what does that make him?"
"A goddamn Mercer."
Selena shook her head. "He's not boxing Jack, cause if he gets hurt even more I'm gonna be pissed."
"He's not talking to no damn school, Selena. They don't do shit about anything. He's gonna defend himself and I don't give a fuck what you say."
Selena's face changed in an instant, scowling at him. "Excuse me? You're not the damn one who's gonna have to deal with this everyday. I'm gonna have to take him to boxing lessons and I can't do that with my schedule. And like I said, he's not gonna fight anyone. Do you not remember how normal it was for you and your brothers to fight?"
Jack nodded. "When it was needed, we took care of shit. It was never out of the blue."
Selena's eyebrows rose slightly. "When it was needed? Y'all got into fights almost every other day and it'd be over dumb shit. Had the damn neighborhood scared of y'all."
"We were respected." He corrected her.
Selena laughed. "Okay, well he's not boxing and that's that. End of discussion." She pulled the lasagna out the oven. "Go get the kids."
Jack pushed off the counter and went to the bottom of the stairs, calling the kids down. Soon after, Naomi ran down the stairs with Dylan dragging himself behind her.
Selena placed the plates on the table as Jack poured the drinks. Selena smiled when Dylan sat in front of his plate. "I made your favorite tonight."
"Thanks." He mumbled as everyone sat down.
They all joined hands around the table and said the blessing before eating, awkwardness clinging to the air.
Being the mother she was, Selena couldn't help but investigate the problem. "How's your eye babe? Does it feel better?"
Dylan nodded, stabbing at the lasagna before taking a small bite, not responding otherwise.
Selena glanced over at Jack who had his hands steepled, covering the tense line of his mouth, staring at his son for a moment, contemplating the choices in his head before he started to eat his lasagna.
"Do you know why they did it?" She then paused before speaking again. "I just wanna help Dyl that's all." She rubbed his back, soothingly as he took a second before answering.
"These two boys tease me because we're rich and dad's famous, so they think I'm spoiled. Everyone else thinks it's cool, but they don't like it."
Selena looked at Jack to see a guilty glint enter his eyes as his chest heaved. She then took a glance at Naomi who's plate was empty. "You done Nye?"
Naomi nodded, stretching as she yawned.
"Okay, go get ready for bed. I'll be up there in a second."
Naomi hopped off the chair then quietly left the room. Dylan pushed his plate away that still had food on it. "I'm done too. Can I go now?"
Selena frowned - usually they would have to finish most of their food before leaving the table, but tonight was understandable so she gave him permission. "Yeah, baby you can go."
Before Dylan got out of his seat, Jack stopped him and asked, "Do you wanna try out boxing? It'll teach you how to take care of yourself."
Dylan's head snapped to Jack who sat with a serious and stern look on his face. He didn't pay mind to his mother who scoffed and shook her head inwardly, pissed that Jack didn't listen. "Yeah." He nodded eagerly.
Jack gave him a single downward nod with his forehead. "Okay, you can go now."
Selena stood out of her chair, taking the kids plates of the table. "I can't believe you just did that after I said no."
Nearly, shattering the dishes as she dropped them down in the sink, Jack then stood up from the dining table and leaned against the counter.
"Well believe it, cause he's gonna fight back." He folded his arms across his broad chest.
"Are you going to be here to take him? No you're fucking not." She answered for him as she scrubbed the plates harshly.
"Hey, I'm not about to let my son get bullied for another week...After next week when I get home, I can fucking take him and you don't have to worry about this bullshit anymore." Jack snarled.
"What?" She stopped scrubbing and turned towards him, grimacing with her hand on her hip. "All I fucking do is worry about them, praying to God they don't have to go down that same bullshit route you did! All you ever did in school was fucking fight. And where did you end up a few years later? Prison Jack, and that's not gonna be him!"
"I know that's not gonna be him!" He got closer to Selena as if he were sizing her up, but she didn't budge and he continued. "Goddamnit, I don't care if I have to go behind your back to do this, if I have to do that to keep my son safe then that's what I'll fucking do!"
Selena started to raise her voice again, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see two small figures peeking around the corner with wide and fearful eyes.
She looked down at the floor then let out a small huff, now restraining herself from the argument.
"Come on out you two." She softly spoke.
They did and stared at their parents. "Are you guys arguing because of me?" Dylan asked, growing pale.
"No, babe we aren't."
"Are you guys gonna get a divorce?"
Jack and Selena glanced at one another, then looked everywhere else but each other. Jack dragged his hand down across his face, stopping under his lip. "No, we're not getting a divorce, just go get into bed."
Dylan nodded then walked upstairs with Naomi as both of their heads hung down.
"It's not happening, Jack." Selena concluded then spun around and began to walk upstairs. "You got the couch tonight."
Jack opened the front door to their house and watched the kids run in, dropping their backpacks. He waited on the couch for a few minutes until there was a knock at the door. He opened it and smiled.
"Hey Cherry." He greeted the freckled girl by her nickname who looked like she was straight from the seventies.
Her real name was Cheryl, but she went by Cherry because of her hair. Go Figure.
She had light copper colored hair that barley touched her shoulders and wide set hazel eyes. She was dressed in a long sleeved cropped yellow top and jeans with flower decals on the side.
"Glad to see you're back. How was the tour?" Her hazel eyes sparkling as she looked up at the Rock God who wore a black shirt and a matching Detroit Tigers hat that was turned backwards.
"It's not done yet, but it's good." He stepped aside and let her in then lead the way into the living room. "If Selena asks where I'm at, just tell her that me and Dylan went out for a drive, so I could have a talk with him. She'll be home in about an hour or so. Naomi is upstairs."
Jack pulled out his wallet then grabbed a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Cherry who grinned and sat on the couch.
"You know how to make yourself at home, but don't forget the rules. Don't answer the door for anyone, no friends over, don't leave the house, check on Naomi every twenty minutes to make sure she isn't doing anything she isn't supposed to be doing, and all that stuff."
"Yes sir."
"I'm gonna head out now, you know you're welcome to the fridge and if Nye gets hungry, just give her a snack. Selena will be here soon to cook dinner."
Cherry nodded. "I hear ya." She saluted Jack with her right hand, getting a small awkward laugh out of him.
"Good." He walked towards the end of the stairs and called out to his children, "Naomi! Dylan!"
There was a sound of small feet tapping against the wooden floor in the hallway that came to an end once they reached the top of the stairs.
"Come on Dyl, we're going to the gym. Nye, Leslie is here, so behave. Your mom will be home in a few. Get whatever kind of coloring homework you have done."
"Okay." Naomi quickly responded before running back into her room.
"Bye Cherry." Jack and Dylan said in unison as they walked out of the house, shutting the door behind them and walking to the driveway.
"Does mom know?" Dylan asked, hopping in the backseat of their Mercedes Benz SUV.
"She most definitely does not know." Jack nervously chuckled as he got in the front seat. "And we're not gonna tell her either."
Jack drove to the boxing gym downtown. He took Dylan to the downtown one cause it was more experience there then the one uptown which was gonna teach him how to fight, and not how to kick ass.
They entered the gym, feeling back home in Michigan. It was obviously an old school gym like the one back in Detroit that him and his brothers went to when Angel took lessons during high school.
Cut outs from magazines and posters of boxing legends and even local legends were taped to the wall - more to cover up any dirty stains. There was hardly any light due to the windows that were the size of the bricks.
It was gritty and ghetto, just how he wanted it to be. He was tired of the L.A. scene, he needed something like back home.
"Dad it smells in here." Dylan complained, scrunching up his face.
Jack laughed. "That's just sweat. It's supposed to smell like that."
He got a trainer to help Dylan. Jack then got Dylan in gloves and headgear then told him to slide under the ropes and wait in the middle of the ring for the trainer.
"Dad, have you ever boxed?"
Jack shook his head and folded his arms. "No, didn't have to. I grew up with three ignorant brothers and I was the youngest, so that worked itself out." He smiled at the memories of their reckless fights in the house. "Your Uncle Angel did though."
"That's so cool! I'm gonna be like uncle Angel and then when I get bigger I'm gonna be a rockstar like you dad!"
Jack chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."
"I'm assuming this is the son right?"
Jack looked over his shoulder to see a darkskin big and bald man who was probably in his late fifties, walking towards him. "Yeah. Dylan, this is your new trainer."
"You can call me Terrell or Jojo. Whichever you choose." He told Dylan in a gruff and deep voice as he got in the ring with him.
Dylan hummed in thought before grinning hard. "Jojo!"
Jojo held out his hand. "Cool little man." He chuckled as Dylan gave him a high five before they began.
It only took them a few minutes to get into the introduction and basics of things before Dylan really started learning.
"Hold your fist up like this." Jojo instructed, holding his own in front of his face defensively, Dylan copying him.
They both took a step backwards and moved their right foot in front of their left one. "This is your defense." Jojo swung, hitting Dylan's shoulder lightly. "And that's how you swing on someone."
As they went on, they seen that Dylan was a natural. Jack couldn't understand how he didn't defend himself at school. His feet moved gracefully across the floor, his hands landing punches each time Jojo held out a punching mitt to him.
He knew when to duck, block and he knew when to throw a punch. It's like he was already a pro.
"That's what's up little man! You keep that up, you'll be able to whoop my ass!" Jojo praises him with a laugh.
Dylan then sat down on the edge of the ring, behind the ropes, catching his breath. "How'd I do dad?"
Jack chuckled, passing him his water bottle. "Pretty damn good."
Jojo stroked his goatee and grinned. "He's gonna be the shit if he keeps coming back. We can make it official that I'm his trainer, all he has to do is keep coming here every day at this same time."
"Please dad?" Dylan almost jumped up from his spot with an ear to ear beam as his blue eyes shone with hopefulness.
Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know." He warily spoke.
Jojo barked a laugh, throwing his head back. "Your girl doesn't know about this, huh?"
He shook his head with a nervous smile. "Nah, she doesn't."
Jojo nodded. "I'll tell you what. Whenever you get her on board and you can bring him here on a regular, I'll be his official coach and I'll teach him all the tricks there is."
"Alright. I'll see what I can do." Jack checked the time on his Rolex that sat on his left wrist. "Shit, your mom is probably on her way home, let's get ready to go." Jack then looked up at Jojo. "You got somewhere he can clean up?"
"It's a sink and soap in the back."
Jack nudged Dylan towards the stairs as they walked into the house. "Go get a shower and get on your homework."
Dylan obliged and ran up the stairs, his feet carrying him as fast as they could.
Jack scratched his forehead anxiously underneath the Detroit snapback as he walked into the kitchen where Selena sat in her scrubs at the end of the counter.
"Hey, babe." He went over to peck her cheek before opening the fridge to get a beer. He popped the top off and drank the liquor. "What are those papers? From work?"
Selena shook her head and slid the papers across the counter. "They're divorce papers, Jack."
Jack scanned the papers and then looked up at her, where no kind of emotion lingered on her face. The only thing he could tell about her was that she seemed tired.
He took a gulp of the amber liquid, but it does nothing to soothe the set of his stiff shoulders."Bullshit."
"Trueshit. I'm not playing with you, Jack. I don't wanna be married to someone as selfish and ignorant as you. I will no longer do it."
"Why? So you can find someone else? You think I'm gonna have someone come in and be the stepdad of my kids? Fuck my girl in the bed that I sleep in? All in the house that I pay for? Yeah, I'd be damned."
"We'll get a new bed. At least he'll be around."
"What?" He spat, Selena only shrugging in response, rolling her eyes.
"We are getting a divorce, Jack."
Jack snickered and shook his head. "You can hang that up right now, cause it's not happening."
"Just like how I told you that boxing for Dylan wasn't happening but you went out and did it anyways? I knew the minute when I got home and found out he wasn't here, that he was with you doing what I said no to. And then you even had Cherry try to lie to me."
"Selena, he's good at it. Why can't you give it a chance?"
"Because I said no the first time. I'm tired of the lies and you not being here and when you are, you make things difficult. It wouldn't make a difference if we did get divorced."
Jack scoffed and took a sip of his beer. "Fuck this Selena. We're not getting a damn divorce and Dylan is gonna continue taking lessons. When I gave you my word at the alter, I meant it and I'm keeping it."
"Take the couch again."
"No." Jack poured his beer into the sink. "I'm sleeping in my bed." He went over to her and picked her up out of the chair. "And you're sleeping with me."
Before Selena could protest, Jack pressed his lips hard against hers then carried her upstairs the back way, opposite of the kids rooms, and into their bedroom.
He kisses her again, kneeling down on the bed to gently place her on the bed. Jack took off her shirt, throwing it across the floor and began kissing all over her chest as he groped one of her boobs.
Selena moaned and sat up so he could remove her bra. She pulled Jack's shirt over his head and in a matter of seconds they were both undressed.
Jack sank into her, the both of them releasing a moan. He started out slow and steady, soft moans escaping from her lips.
As Jack began to pick up the pace, there was a knock at the door, but Jack kept his hold on her hips and didn't stop thrusting.
"Mom, can you help me with my homework?" Dylan asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I'll help you in a few!" Selena answered as Jack began kissing the sweet spot on her neck.
"When will that be?!" Dylan asked, a little impatient.
Jack began thrusting harder, making Selena unresponsive as she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Mom!?"
"Jesus Dylan, in a minute!"
Dylan's groan was heard as he stomped away, but Selena ignored it as her eyes shut tight in pleasure, Jack filling her up.
"Look at me." He ordered.
Selena opened her eyes and gazed into his now dark blue eyes that were filled with greed and desire.
"You aren't going anywhere. Okay? We're not getting a divorce over something we can work out."
Selena nodded as Jack continued. "I love you too much to let you go. If you ever try something like that again, Selena I swear to God."
Jack then gave her body all he could, muffling her screams and moans with a hard and passionate kiss as her fingernails dug into his back, not being able to take it anymore.
With a long moan, Selena let herself go, triggering Jack's own high, the both of them finishing together.
Jack fell beside her and exhaled a large breath before pulling her close. "I hope you know I meant what I said."
"I know." Selena rested her cheek on his chest as began drawing circles with her fingertips on his abs. "How good is he?"
"It's like he's been doing it for years. Come with us tomorrow and watch him, then you'll see for yourself."
Three hard knocks sounded on the door. "Mom!" Dylan yelled in his small voice, making Selena chuckle.
She got out of the bed and put on tank top and pajama shorts and tied her hair up. "Get started on dinner, please." She leaned over and kissed Jack's lips then walked out the door.
"Have fun princess." Jack pecked Naomi's cheek as she hopped out the car. "Bye mama." She waved.
"Bye, baby. Be good!"
Jack and Selena turned in their seats to smile at Dylan. "We're all gonna go back to the gym after school. Alright?" Jack said.
Dylan nodded eagerly. "You're coming too, mom?"
"Yep, then you can show me how good you are at it." Selena poked his stomach making him giggle.
"Dylan." Jack sternly said, jokes aside. "If any of them hurts you today, you punch them as hard as you can. Got it?"
He nodded. "Got it dad."
Jack smirked and bumped fist with his son. "Alright, give em hell."
Do y'all think it was wrong to put Dylan in boxing after Selena said no, or do you think it was the better choice?