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Three and a half years later….
"This is nice; just the two of us," Derek said, as we lay in my bed, snuggled together. My head rested on his chest and his arms were wrapped around my shoulders.
"Mhm," I said, with a smile looking up at him kissing his chin.
Suddenly Derek went down, lifting my shirt up below my ribs, kissing the middle of my stomach. I couldn't help but to giggle when I felt his lips on my skin.
"Why are you so obsessed with my belly?" I asked, my fingers tangled in his hair.
Derek chuckled at my question and rubbed my belly.
"Because it's soft and nice," he replied.
"And the fact that I have stretch marks all over my belly and underneath my belly does not bother you?"
Derek raised his head and looked at me.
"No, I think they are beautiful," he said, kissing my belly again.
"Now I know you are lying," I said laughing, looking at him.
"I'm not lying; I'm telling you the truth," he said, climbing next to me so we could be face to face. "Those stretch marks you have…." he began."You should be proud of them, because Selena gave them to you when she was inside you," he said in a serious tone.
"You are right," I said, rubbing my belly, remembering the day Selena was born. The vaginal birth was risky and the doctors had to perform the c-section. But not everything went like clockwork. The worst moment was when Selena was delivered blue, limp and not breathing. I remembered myself, screaming and begging the doctors not to let her die. I did not know for nearly 15 minutes if she would live or not. And then I heard the most beautiful sound in the entire world; it was quiet but soft sound, it was my daughter's voice. At that moment I fell apart and began to cry.
"Can I ask you something?" Derek said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah."
"You told me that Selena's father abandoned you and her before she was born…."
"That is correct."
"Then why do you keep his picture on Selena's nightstand and his necklace?"
"Because, he is her father and she deserves to know how her father looks," I replied. "And as for the necklace, I'll gave it to Selena when she grows up."
"You didn't tell her what he did?"
"No, she is too young to understand, and beside it's between me and him. I don't want my daughter to grow up hating her father," I said, caressing his cheek gently with the back of my hand.
"And, what if he would someday repent and return, to try to straight things out with you and Selena? Would you let him see Selena?"
"Yes, he is her father after all."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Would you take him back?"
"No," I replied, coldly stopping to caress him and turning over, looking at the ceiling.
"Why not?" He asked resting on one arm, his face hovered above mine
I sighed.
"There's too much bad blood between us," I said.
Derek nodded.
"I understand," he said, with sympathy in his voice.
Suddenly he straightened up in bed; his face expression dead serious.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, as I too sat up.
"I have to go," he quickly said, getting out of the bed and putting his shirt on. "I forgot to turn off the stovetop." He grabbed his jacket, which was hanging over the chair, before he bent down kissing me. "Talk to you later," he said, and quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me confused.
What the hell just happened? I thought.
Seconds later the door of my room swung wide open and Selena barged in.
"Mommy, mommy, look what grandma and I made!" she shouted, holding in her right hand a macaroni necklace as she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees.
"Let me see," I said, taking a macaroni necklace from her. "Selena, it's beautiful."
"I made it for you mommy."
"Thank you," I said, kissing her gently on the forehead.
"Now Selena, you know very well that is not allowed to climb on the bed with dirty shoes," I heard my mother said as she entered my room.
"I'm sorry grandma," Selena said, with a sigh, rolling her eyes which made me chuckle a little.
"You should be apologizing to your mother not to me."
Selena turned her little head to me.
"I'm sorry mommy," she whispered quietly.
"Oh, don't worry about that baby," I said, wrapping my arms around her.
"You should be more strict to Selena; it's for her own good," my mother said.
"I know mom, but look at that face" I said, grabbing both sides of Selena's cheeks with my hand.
"Primus, what am I going to do with you two?" my mom said, as she began to laugh.