Huey was outside smoking taking a breather from Ebony's stories. He didn't know if he could take any more of Ebony's story.

Jazmine was homeless and couldn't get a job because she was pregnant.

Ebony and Nicole were nice enough to take her in as one of their own. They were able to provide a roof over her head, get her a job, and made sure she had a safe pregnancy.

Jazmine was able to fit in naturally, and many people liked her.

He didn't like how she moved on from him but he knew he didn't have room to talk. He was messing around with a lot of women because he was mad that she left him and backed out of the marriage.

He was under the influence that it was over between them.

Huey hated himself for hurting Jazmine. He wondered if Jazmine actually tried reaching out to him more than once.

From Ebony's perspective, Jazmine was moving on with her life even when she was sick. She had the courage to start dating again which hurt him inside.

He knew he fooled around with women but Jazmine wasn't the type that was looking for a man to fool around with. Tyrone probably knew that and made an attempt to be with Jazmine.

He could barely find any woman he liked and he sadly made an exception with Adaline because she looked like Jazmine. She was a bonus because she also had the same dreams as Jazmine which made it easier for him.

But it wasn't the same!

When Ebony was talking about Tyrone he had gotten jealous of Tyrone. He didn't like he was trying to get with Jazmine when she was pregnant with his child. He didn't like that he would kiss Jazmine, possibly go to her ultrasounds, and rub her belly that had his child in there.

He just envied him because he had taken the place he wanted. He wanted to be with Jazmine through her pregnancy and have a connection with Huelene.

He wanted to be with her through her ultrasounds, mood swings, morning sickness, low sex drive, picking names, shopping for baby items, and making sure she and Huelene were protected.

He just felt like Ebony, Nicole, and Tyrone just took his place that he didn't know he had.

Huey heard the door open from behind him and he looked behind to see Huelene. He put out his cigarette and then greeted Huelene: "Hey Hue."

"Hey, Huey!" Huelene greeted back.

She stood next to him and sighed.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"From what?" he asked confused.

"From what my mom told you," she replied.

"Yeah I'm okay," he lied.

"Are you sure, 'cause that's a lot to handle and she hasn't even made it to the end yet," Huelene pointed out.

"I'm fine Huelene!" Huey spoke a little irritated.

Huelene could sense that her father didn't want to talk about what Ebony told them and she decided to change the topic.

"Huey?" she asked as Huey directed his attention towards her.

"Yes?" he asked.

"What made you want to marry my mother?" Huelene asked.

"I was in love with her!" he simply answered.

"Yeah, but when did you know?" Huelene asked.

"I've always known," Huey answered again causing Huelene to get irritated.

"No, like when did you know you wanted to marry her and when you two got engaged?" she specifically asked.

"Oh, you wanna know how it all came to be," Huey said catching on.

I had always been in love with Jazmine since the first time I had seen her.

I was little at the time and I didn't even know what love was, but I felt like I was experiencing it for the first time.

As I grew up to know Jazmine, I had fallen for her even more. I realized that Jazmine was the only person with who I was comfortable expressing my feelings and actions.

I never felt comfortable expressing myself around my family and friends. They either didn't respect me or they didn't take me seriously.

My Grandad and Riley had always made an effort to make fun of me, and my friends wouldn't take me seriously. It got to a point where they all started joking about it.

The only person who took me seriously was Jazmine. She didn't mind hearing my plans, speeches, and lectures. She probably didn't want to listen to all of them but she would give me a chance to share.

It got to a point in time I didn't mind laughing and joking around with Jazmine. I just felt at peace and comfortable with her.

When we moved out of our parent's houses and started living together: I was nervous. I was afraid our relationship would fail and we wouldn't be able to handle common living arrangements, but we were able to get through it.

I loved waking up every morning to her and her being the last person I see before going to sleep. I loved hanging out with her even if it isn't as perfect as a fancy dinner date. I love communicating with her, even when it's not the best communication. We're able to fuss and argue and get each other's points at the end of it. I loved that we can be silly around each other and not show any signs of regret.

And even though I was broke and didn't have the money to buy Jazmine the things every girl would want, she still stuck by my side and worked with me.

The day I knew I wanted to marry Jazmine was when we were running around the house being silly. I slapped her ass and she was trying to get me back.

We were basically playing tag and it got to a point where she was pinned to the ground and I was looking at her. I knew at that exact moment I wanted to marry this woman. I wanted her to have my kids and I wanted to grow old with her.

That was a life I never thought I would wish for!

The day I proposed to Jazmine was one of the best days of my life. It was nighttime and it was a full moon. We didn't have work the next day so I thought it would be a perfect time.

We were both on a trial walk at our neighborhood park and people were starting to leave since it was dark. The streetlights were coming on and even though it was nighttime I still felt like the natural light was setting the mood.

When we got to the bridge that's when I decided to ask.

We were holding hands and I gently tugged her hand so she could stop in her tracks.

"Jazmine!" I spoke.

"Yes Huey," she directed her attention toward me and I took a deep breath before I started.

"Jazmine, I've been knowing you for a long time, and I honestly have to say I am deeply in love with you," I said as her mouth was slightly open.

"I know I don't say it often but I truly mean it. Jazmine, I've been in love with you since we were 10 years old, and I know you haven't seen the best of me throughout the years of our friendship, and now we've been dating for almost three years, I gonna give you the best of me," I said.

"Years ago, there was something my Aunt Cookie told me that really stuck with me. She said a best friend is like having a lover. Friendship is when you fall down, someone will laugh at you, but will still help you up. It means knowing there's always someone to hug and someone who appreciates your strange quirks. It means having someone who complements your personality and helps you stay true to yourself. It means having someone who recognizes you, even if you're still trying to figure out who you are. Recognizing that another person has a significant impact on your life. It signifies that seeing their face makes you happy. It entails appreciating their laughter since it lifts your spirits. When you're too far apart to meet in person, it means making time to call them. It entails picking up where you left off, regardless of how time has passed by," I recited.

"Jazmine I feel like you're not only my lover, but my best friend, and I don't want to give up either one of those types of loves from you," I said as I could see her nervously breathing.

"Huey, what are you trying to say?" she asked nervously.

"What I'm trying to say is," I said getting down on one knee and pulling out a box.

"Jazmine Elizabeth DuBois, will you make me the happiest man, and marry me?" I asked opening the box to reveal my mother's wedding ring.

It was one of the things I took from my parents when they died. I remembered I admired my parent's love because it felt so real. They had their ups and downs but they were able to stick with each other in a healthy manner. So I took both my father's and mother's wedding rings.

I always wore my father's so he could be part of me and kept my mother's on the side for a special girl I would want to be with.

"Huey," she softly spoke covering her face.

She started crying and she responded: "Yes, I will marry you!"

"For real?" I asked getting off my knee as she nodded still crying.

I went in for a hug and she hugged me back. My heart was rapidly beating from excitement and I was just so happy. I was finally gonna be with the woman I loved and we were going to start our lives as a married couple.

I parted from our hug and took her hand.

I slid my mother's ring on her ring finger and couldn't help but smile. It was the happiest day of my life.

I was even more excited when we got home because we celebrated afterward.

I struggled to unlock the door to our house because Jazmine was kissing me and I didn't want to break my attention from her. When I opened the door I picked her up off her feet and she naturally crossed her legs around my waist.

I walked into our house and threw the keys on a nearby table and shut the door with my foot.

I was kissing her on our way to our bedroom grasping her ass. She was softly moaning under her breath as I had my touch wrapped around her.

When I made it to our bedroom I threw her onto the bed and crawled on top of her still kissing her. Jazmine was tugging onto my shirt because she wanted me to take it off.

I wanted the same for the sundress she had on.

I stood up from our bed and started to strip my clothes off. I was going to let her have all of me tonight. She was slightly moving her hips and biting down on her lips.

I think she couldn't hold back her urges and started to strip her clothes off too. She was naked in front of me and I was naked in front of her. The only thing I had on was a chain she got for me on my birthday. That was going to take a while to take off so I didn't bother.

"Huey, I want you to fuck me like I'm yours and nobody else's," she simply requested looking me up and down.

"But you are mine!" I sternly said grabbing her chin.

"And as mine, I only want you to refer to me as Daddy tonight," I said leaning to whisper in her ear.

"Yes Daddy!" she moaned making me smirk.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do," she flirtatiously spoke still giving me the look.

"I want my dick down your throat," I said as she perked up.

She was about to put both of her hands on my dick until I shook my head.

"Not like that," I said as she looked a little confused.

I gently pushed her into the pillows and crawled on top of her. She was a little propped up due to the pillows and I got on my knees.

My dick was in her face and she was looking surprised at the new position.

"Open your mouth!" I demanded as she followed orders. I stuck my long hard dick in her mouth and slid it to the point she started gagging.

She was choking and trying to move from her position.

"Jazmine," I calmly spoke.

"Relax!" I said.

"Take a deep breath in and a deep breath out, and it will flow to you," I instructed.

She started to follow my instructions as I slid myself even more into Jazmine's mouth. It got to the point I could feel the back of her throat and I wanted to feel more of it.

I held the back of her head and started moving my dick in and out of her mouth. I thought she would gag once again but she didn't gag once. I kept hitting the back of her throat and enjoying the feeling of the warmth in her mouth.

I sped up my pace and felt as if I was about to release.

"Jazmine, I'm about to cum," I warned.

I made sure I hit the back of her throat one more time before I shot my sperm down her throat.

I got a normal reaction from her and decided to pull my dick out of her mouth. She started breathing hard and was repeatedly gulping and rubbing her throat.

"You okay?" I asked as she smiled and nodded.

"Your throat okay?" I asked to be sure.

"Salty but good," she assured.

"That's good," I spoke backing up.

"Turn over," I demanded as she turned over on her hands and knees.

"Arch your back a little more," I said pushing her upper body down to the point her ass and pussy were exposed.

"Like this?" she asked resting on the pillows.

"Yes," I answered.

I started sucking on my fingers and rubbing her ass with my other hand which had my dad's ring.

"I need you to be relaxed for the next thing I'm about to do," I told her.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked.

"You'll see!" I said practically getting saliva on my fingers.

I inserted two fingers inside her pussy and she was relaxed when I did that. She was already used to it so that wouldn't be bad. The next thing I did was slide my thumb in her butthole and she tensed at that feeling.

"Huey!" she moaned surprised.

"Just trust me, you'll like it," I told her.

She nodded her head and started to relax. I started pumping my fingers and thumb inside her pussy and asshole and she was slightly tugging on the pillows.

"Ohhh Daddy!" she moaned making me want to pump faster.

I could see her body tightening in certain areas which were satisfying to watch.

When I felt she was wet enough I took my fingers and thumb out of her pussy and asshole.

"You need to lay down on your belly for this next position," I warned her as she laid flat on her

I grabbed my dick that was still hard and started tapping it on her ass.

"You ready?" I asked her as she started nodding.

I slid my dick in her asshole and then grabbed both of her hands and keep them down. I started going in and she was tensed at the feeling. She raised up a little at the new position. I could feel her curled-up feet touching my ass.

"Ohhh, Daddy!" she moaned.

I could slightly hear her cheeks clapping against my dick which was a huge turn-on. I looked at our hands that had the rings on and couldn't help how intertwined they were. It felt nice!

"Slow down!" she pleaded as I stopped.

"Do you want to do a new position?" I asked as she turned her head nodding.

"Okay, we can do something a little similar," I said pulling out.

She propped herself on her hands and knees and curved her back a little. I could see her fully exposed wet pussy.

"Can I insert myself inside your pussy?" I asked.

"Do you have on a condom?" she asked.

"No, we ran out," I answered.

"Then you can't fuck my pussy," she simply spoke.

"What if I pull out in time," I suggested as she looked back at me in disbelief.

"Huey, your pull-out game sucks. You can't help but be inside me," she said turning over on her back. She opened up her legs to reveal her wet pussy.

I bit down on my bottom lip and felt my dick twitch.

"I know you want me!" she said rubbing her pussy.

"Jazmine don't play with me like that," I warned.

"Or what?" she asked testing me.

She wanted me to fuck her. She was leaving the gate wide open for me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I slightly opened up her clit and entered myself inside of her. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered: "I'll let you know when I'm about to release."

"Remember you have to pull out in time Freeman," she said kissing me on the lips.

"Okay, I'll pull out in time Mrs. Freeman," I smirked.

I started moving my hips and she was smiling at me. Jazmine started rubbing her hands on my back indicating she was going to dig her nails in my back. I liked the feeling but sometimes her nails be too long for me to handle.

She kept giving me kisses and I gave her some back.

I went a little slower on her so I could actually make love to her instead of fucking her.

"Huey!" she said placing her hand on my cheek.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I love you!" she said as I felt a thump in my chest.

"Love you too!" I said giving her a long-lasting kiss.

"It must have been a memorable moment for the both of you," Huelene sadly smiled.

"That was shortly before she had left," Huey spoke.

"Really?" Huelene asked, shocked.

"Yeah, and she left a note and a ring," Huey sadly spoke.

"I still remember the night before she left," Huey said.

I came home late from work and took my shoes off at the door. I walked to the bedroom to see Jazmine rushing around the room grabbing things.

"Hey Jazz," I spoke tiredly as she stopped from what she was doing.

"Hey Hue-Hue," she nervously spoke.

"What you doing?" I asked walking to the bed to sit down.

"I'm just packing up some stuff to take to the hospital," she answered.

"Oh, okay," I said.

I got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom to go take a shower.

I turned on the faucet and then pulled up the handle to turn on the shower.

Jazmine came inside of the bathroom and stared at me.

"What's up Jazz?" I asked already sensing she wants something.

"Can I shower with you?" she asked fiddling with her fingers.

"I mean, I don't mind, but I'm not in the mood for sex tonight," I told her.

"It's okay, I don't want to have sex either, I just want to shower with you," she assured.

"Okay," I said stripping off my clothes. She did the same and I let her get in the shower first. I followed after and she stood looking at me.

She turned around to grab the soap and towel then she started rubbing the two together.

"You want me to bathe you?" she asked as I thought about it. I wouldn't mind if she did it.

"Sure!" I answered.

She let me get wet first and then she started rubbing the towel on my body. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it because I did.

I did the same for her and then we got out of the shower and got ready for bed.

We were both laying down and she kept looking at me while I was trying to go to sleep.

"Huey," she said.

"Yes?" I asked half asleep.

"Do you love me?" she softly asked me.

"Yes," I mumbled trying to stay awake.

"Will you promise to always love me?" she asked.

"Jazmine, I'll always love you, I don't want you to ever forget that," I told her.

"Okay," she spoke.

"I want you to know that I will always love you, even if we're far apart from each other. I'll never forget the love you showed for me growing up, I'll always spiritually be watching over you, our souls will always be connected together even if death due us apart, and there will always be a piece of you inside of me," she sternly spoke.

"I love you!" she finally said.

"I love you too Jazz," I mumbled as she got close to me and I wrapped my arm around her.

I kissed her on the forehead and then I went to sleep.

"Then the next morning she was gone?" Huelene asked as Huey nodded.

"She left me a note saying:I'm sorry Huey, but I can't do this anymore, I have to go and live my life and I think you should do the same. I love you!

-Sincerely, Jazmine

"I didn't know what she meant when she told me that. I kept wondering why she left me in the first place," Huey said confused.

"Maybe she wanted to live her life to the fullest before she died and she wanted you to do the same," Huelene simplified.

"Yeah, but it doesn't feel the same Huelene. I know I'm leaving the dream of being a successful lawyer and businessman, having a wonderful family, and retiring in my middle age so I can spend time with my grandkids, but I'm just not happy," Huey confessed.

"If my mother was still here would you be happy?" Huelene asked.

"Yes, even if we haven't seen each other in 30 years, I still would be happy to see her," Huey answered.

"What if she decided to stay and you found out she was pregnant and sick because of her AIDS?" Huelene asked.

"I would be mad, but I still would have stepped up and handled my responsibilities," Huey answered.

"What if she didn't have the disease and she didn't get any money from Dr. Anderson, and you guys knew you were expecting?" Huelene asked.

"Huelene you probably not gonna like my response," Huey warned.

"But I really want to hear your answer," she pleaded.

"We either would have had you and you would have grown up in a poor household or you would have been aborted," Huey truthfully spoke.

"You serious?" Huelene asked a bit hurt.

"As a heart attack, no offense," Huey apologized.

"I guess I could understand. I wouldn't want my baby growing up with two parents that can't financially support their child," Huelene said offending Huey a little bit.

"Yeah," Huey agreed.

"How do you feel about confronting Dr. Anderson later on?" Huelene asked.

"Honestly Huelene, just from what I've heard from Ebony so far, I don't want to confront him," Huey truthfully spoke.

"But don't you want to know what was going on between him and my mother?" Huelene asked, confused.

"I know what was going on between them, but I don't want to know more," Huey answered.

"Why don't you want to know more?" Huelene asked still confused.

"Huelene, the man slept with the love of my life, let alone killed her! Do you really think I want to talk to him about Jazmine?" Huey rhetorically asked.

"Probably not," she answered.

"But maybe you can feel in the cracks once he tells you everything," she guessed.

"Huelene, a man like that could lie to your face, I remember he lied to my face when I asked him if he had seen Jazmine," Huey pointed out.

"Yeah, but if you do decide to meet him, how are you going to handle it?" Huelene asked.

"If we do meet, we're going to handle this man to man," Huey simply responded.

Thank you for reading!