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My Sweet Valentine (Part V of Part V)

PALACE HOTEL
Atlanta, GA


Darla reached for the telephone receiver and dialed Vander’s cell phone. She placed the receiver up to her ear.

WILLOW WOODS ESTATES
Miami, Florida


Vander felt his cell phone vibrating. He reached down and slid it off his hip clip.

He shifted Travis Jr. to the other arm.

Vander flipped the cell phone up and placed it up to his ear.

“I’m so glad to hear from you.”

“Is everything okay there?”

“Yes, although Travis Jr. has a fever.”

“A fever…I would be on the next plane.”

“Baby, I have this. My mother went out to buy something to reduce his fever.”

“Is he pale, is he eating?”

“He’s eating like a champ, and in lieu of your concern, he is teething, one has already broken the barrier.”

Darla exhaled slowly.

“My son is getting his first tooth.”

“Yes, our son is growing into a man.”

“Where is he now?”

“In my arms. I just changed, fed, and burped him.”

“Vander, do you need me to come home, and please be honest. This assignment is an honor, but it doesn’t supersede my duties as a mother.”

I miss you so much, and your body.

“We are all right. Do you have any idea when this assignment will be over?”

“I have one more meeting tomorrow, and then I will know more.”

“What are your plans for this evening?”

A hot soak, read some of these patient’s case files, and then I’m bedding down for the night.”

“Baby, I love the father thing, but I miss the mother with a hunger.”

“Maybe I could fly home this weekend.”

“Could you…I mean only if you’re allowed too.”

“I will see what I could do for you handsome man.”

The doorbell rang.

“Baby, I will call you back, someone is leaning on the doorbell.”

“I could wait.”

“I’ll call you back, I love you.”

“That sounds comforting to know, and I love you and Travis Jr., I’ll call you later, bye.”

Vander flipped his cell phone down. Darla hung up the telephone.

 Vander placed his cell phone back on his hip clip. He rose from the rocking chair and walked over to Travis Jr.’s crib. He leaned down and placed him in it. He stroked his cheek and walked over to the monitor; he turned it up and walked out the nursery.

Vander walked down the staircase and walked over to the door. He pulled back the door port.

“What the fuck is this!” He opened the door. “Could I help you gentlemen with something?”

“Mr. Levers, this is Mr. Travis Slay, and he is here to get his son, Travis Slay Jr.”

“Over my dead body.”

“That could happen on my watch.”

State Trooper Jimson looked from one man to the other.

“Could we men discuss this like rational adults?”

Vander opened the door, turned, and walked over to the couch. He did not sit.

State Trooper Jimson closed the door.

“May we see the child?”

“For.”

“To make sure he’s unharmed.”

“Harm from his father.”

“Who is Mr. Travis Slay until the court system states otherwise?”

“Listen, I do not know what shit this bastard has cooked up with law enforcement, however, Travis Slay Jr., was left in the custody of me, by his mother.”

“Mr. Slay is claiming abandonment by the other parent.”

“Could we call Dr. Cabaña, to clear up this misunderstanding?”

“This issue will be resolved in a court of law.”

“This bastard has not even signed a birth certificate to establish paternity, until he does, Travis Slay Jr., stays where he is at.”

State Trooper Jimson produced a signed avadavat from a judge granting Travis Slay Sr. temporary custody, until a court hearing.”

“Mr. Levers, I think you need to read this.”

Vander snatched the petitioned order from out State Trooper Jimson’s hand and read it.

“This shit is signed in the state of Florida. This motherfucka does not live in Florida.”

“Mr. Levers, as of today, Mr. Travis Slay is a resident of the state of Florida.”

“That boy upstairs is mine. You can hire as many attorneys as you like. The paternity test has already been taken.”

“I hope you are accustomed to disappointments.” Travis palmed his chin. “Then again, you were confined to quack house, you may not be.”

“You bastard.”

Vander charged Travis.

State Trooper Jimson reached down for his weapon.

“You try something like that again Mr. Levers. This man-to-man talk will get very ugly.”

Vander stood his ground.

“I would like to get my son out of this lunatic’s house.”

“Sure Mr. Slay.”

“I will escort Mr. Levers upstairs. You will be nice isn’t that right Mr. Levers.”

Vander gritted down his teeth.

“I did not hear you, Mr. Levers.”

“Yeah, I’m cool.”

Vander walked to the staircase and mounted the steps. He walked into Travis Jr.’s nursery and walked over the crib. He looked down.

Travis Jr. was asleep.

Vander felt his head.

“Could we postpone this until my mother comes back with something for his fever?”

“I’m afraid not. Mr. Slay is a terribly busy man.”

“I wonder how much he paid you for this shit.”

“I resent that. You have ten minutes to join me downstairs.”

Vander lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip and flipped it open. He dialed Darla’s hotel suite.

PALACE HOTEL
Atlanta, GA


Darla removed her reading glass and placed them on the table. She reached for the telephone receiver and placed it up to her ear.

“Hello.”

“Baby, I’m glad I got in contact with you.”

“Why what’s wrong.”

“That fuck from California and a State Trooper showed up on my doorstep.”

“What for!”

Darla’s heart began to beat fast.

“A judge has granted Mr. Slay temporary custody of our son.”

“Vander, do not give my son to Travis.”

“Baby, I have no choice. The petition was signed by a judge.”

“Isn’t your mother a judge, can’t she look over that legal piece of paper.”

“Baby, she went out to buy Travis Jr. something for his fever.”

“I do not believe this shit is happening.”

“Don’t worry, I promise to get to the bottom of this.”

“Vander, I will call you right back, stall them if you must, please.”

“Baby, I’ll try.”

Darla slammed the telephone receiver down in the cradle. “Ooh that man, talk about gray hairs…I’m going to kill him.” She hopped off the bed and ran to the dresser. She lifted her cell phone, flipped it open, and pressed in the numbers to Travis’ cell phone.

Travis felt his cell phone vibrating. His dipped his hand inside the side pocket of his suit jacket and lifted it. He looked down at the screen and flipped it open. He placed it up to his ear.

“Yes.”

“Travis, I do not know what games you are playing, but you better not take Travis Jr. out of that home.”

“Dr. Cabaña, how nice of you to call.” He turned toward State Trooper Jimson. “Excuse me.” Travis walked out the living room into the foyer.

“Dammit, you had a fuckin whack case, overseeing the welfare of my son,” he hissed into his cell phone.

“Dammit Travis, you do not know if Travis Jr. is your son, and until we know that my son stays where he is at.”

“Not according to this petition, which is signed by a judge in the state of Florida?”

“Travis, why are you doing this to me?”

“I want my son, and my future wife.”

“Travis you do not even love me.”

“I love you more than you could possibly ever know. Do you think I am doing this shit for a national pastime, Dammit Darla, I want, no I need my family back?”

Darla racked her fingers through her hair.

“Could you at least let Vander watch over him until I get there?”

“No can’t do.”

“Travis, Vander stated Travis Jr. has a slight fever.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, so please could you postpone this until I get home.”

“Not to worry, Miss. Dawson and Bertha is traveling with me.”

“Is this that important to you that you would go through such great lengths.”

“You and Travis Jr., are the most important people who matter to me the most.”

“Where are you staying?”

“I purchased a home in a subdivision of Miami.”

“You…are…oh forget it. I will be on the next flight home.”

“Baby, finish what you are working on with the CDC.”

“Do you think I could work with all this drama lingering over my head?”

“Darla, I have my son.”

“You do know Vander has already had Travis Jr. tested.”

So, did I secretly he thought. He had the results sent to this bastard in Florida and to Darla. He was ready to become a family man.

“I’m not worried in the least.”

“Mr. Director, you are giving me gray hairs you know.”

“I could have sworn I found one yesterday also.”

Both laughed.

“I suggest you end this relationship with this clown. I’m horney, I missed the shit out of you, and I had to suspend production to address this mater. However, I would do anything within my powers to have you sleeping in my bed, and my son back in his nursery.”

“I knew you would be trouble, the minute I saw you walking toward me on that beach in Prague.”

“Then I will not let you down, end this damn relationship.”

“I will today. What is your address?”

Travis gave Darla his address.

“That is a pricey neighborhood.”

“One of our homes to add to the list.”

Vander walked downstairs with Travis Jr. in his arms.

“Baby, I will call you once I check over my son.”

“Please do.”

“Love you.”

“Hum, I am not returning that sentiment, until I am absolutely sure of your ulterior motive.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay.”

Darla flipped her cell phone down.

Travis walked over to where Vander stood. He lifted Travis Jr. out of Vander’s arms.

“Hey junior. You’ve had quite some excitement.” He kissed his son on the forehead. “Your mother will be joining us momentarily.”

Vander looked over at the two.

“This is not the last of this shit.”

Travis looked up at Vander.

“It is, and if you come near my son, or my future wife again, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”

“That’s what you’re going to have to do. That boy you are holding is my son, my genes.”

Travis shifted Travis Jr. to the opposite arm.

“You really are delusional partner, but to save face. I’ll let you believe that shit. One day, you might wake up and realize it’s all in your head.” Travis turned toward State Trooper Jimson.” “You could serve this bastard the restraining order.”

“Mr. Levers…”

Mrs. Levers slammed the door close.

“What is the meaning of this…Who is this man in my home?”

“Mother, this man is the asshole I mentioned.”

“Yes, the man who is claiming my grandson is his child.”

“Good afternoon ma’am. It is not my intention to disrupt your home. I am only here to see justice served in regard to my son.”

“This little boy is my son’s child, and my first grandchild. And I demand you both to leave my home.”

State Trooper Jimson stepped forward.

“Judge Levers, I’m afraid Judge Weinstein has already signed a petition to have Travis Slay Jr. placed in the immediate custody of Mr. Travis Slay Sr., in addition, a restraining order has been issued for a Mr. Vander Levers, not to come one hundred feet within Mr. Travis Slay’s son, his presence, or his home.”

“Let me see this order.”

State Trooper Jimson handed the petition to Mrs. Levers.

Mrs. Levers read over the two court documents. She looked up at Vander.

“I’m afraid son both documents are legal.”

“You mean this fuck could come in my home, and take my child without any repercussions, and then have an order for me to stay away from him.”

“There would be repercussions if he was your son. State Trooper Jimson, I have my son, let’s go.”

Travis walked to the door, opened it, and walked out Vander’s home.

“You will be hearing from my attorney.”

“I apologize to you Mr. and Mrs. Levers for the intrusion, but this is business.”

State Trooper Jimson turned and walked to the door. He exited Vander’s home, and pulled the door close behind himself.

PALACE HOTEL
Atlanta, GA


Vander’s cell phone rang. He lifted it from off his hip clip. He looked at the screen and smiled. He flipped it open and placed it up to his ear.

“Where do we stand Darla?”

“Baby, at this moment, I really do not know. I never imagined Travis would pull something like this.”

Vander palmed his chin.

“So, what becomes of you and me?”

“Vander, until this paternity ordeal has been properly addressed. I cannot think beyond today.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“Baby, I must step aside…”

“Step aside I…”

“Vander, at least until I know what the future holds for my son and me.”

“Dammit Darla, I will not sit by and let this fuck come between us. Travis Jr., is my son.”

“Vander, if you really believe that, then have patience, please.”

“For this entire patience you’re requesting of me, where the fuck will you be staying?

Darla paused.

“Vander my son is with Travis.”

“Which means, you will be staying with him, and I assume fucking him as well?”

Darla moved her cell phone away from her ear. No, he didn’t go there she thought. She placed her cell phone back up to her ear.

“Now what a damn minute! As I recall, you were fucking Tangie, and I did not have a problem with that.”

“Darla, just the other day, you were in my bed, and my dick was inside you...not not that…manipulative bastard.”

Darla took a deep breath.

“Vander, could we postpone this until later.”

“No, we will settle this shit once and for all. Darla, do you love me?”

“Then if that’s the case. Could I have your word, if Travis Jr. is my son, we get married.”

“Vander, dammit, oh shit not again I…”

“Baby what is it?”

“Dammit, I forgot I’m ovulating, shit, get up.”

“And your point is.”


 “Yes, I do…and remember we were working on siblings for Travis Jr. I’m so excited when you and I will hold each other again. I really do love you Vander, only you, I’m sure we will get through this, I need for you to stay strong for me, okay.”

Darla did not get a response.

“Hello, Vander.”

She held the cell phone back from her ear and looked down at the screen. “He hung up on me, dammit.” She flipped her cell phone down.

Her cell phone rang again. She looked down at the number. “Not now, please.”

She flipped her cell phone up and placed it back up to her ear.

“This is Dr. Cabaña; how can I help you?”

“Dr. Cabaña, you are needed at the CDC; this call is of an urgency.”

“I’m sorry I…”

“Dr. Cabaña, three more cases have come across our desk. We are flying the team out to Indonesia the first thing tomorrow morning.”

She racked her hand back through her hair.

“I will be there in twenty minutes.”

“You will be expected.”

The caller hung up in her ear.

Darla pressed in the numeral buttons to contact Travis.

Travis’ hand dropped into the side pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it up. He placed it up to his ear.

“Travis, I have to fly out to Indonesia in the morning. There have been three more cases concerning some form of an outbreak.”

“We will be waiting for you in California.”

“Wait, I thought you said you purchased a home in Florida.”

“Which I have for personal related issues. However, you know I live in California.”

“Travis…Ohh.”

“Dr. Darla Cabaña, Travis Jr., and I will be here for you. I love my son and my fiancée very much. For once, you will have to learn to trust me.”

“Travis…”

“Baby trust your heart, and have faith in me, and us. I swear, I want a life with you.” Travis ran his hand back through his hair “Baby, you complete me, and I will be lost without you, both of your men really need you in their life.”

Tears rolled down Darla’s cheeks.

“You mean that.”

“You know, I never say anything, or do anything I do not mean.”

“Then I guess when I return, you owe me a lavish wedding.”

“Would you like Bertha to begin the planning?”

“No, I would like my engagement ring first.”

“Which is waiting for you.”

“Not in the safe of course.”

“It’s safe guarded. Baby, you need me to tell that bastard to leave you alone.”

“I think he got the picture.”

“Good, then there should be no roadblocks for our future.”

“Travis…”

“Baby, what is it?”

“If…if something happens to me. Take care of our son.”

“I do not want to hear talk of that…I love you Darla.”

“I love you too Travis. I will contact you before I board.”

“And make sure you be careful.”

“I will, talk to you later.”

Travis blew a kiss in the cell phone.

Darla and Travis flipped their cell phone down.

CENTERS FOR DISEASE CONTROL AND PREVENTION
Druid Hills, Georgia


Darla entered the doors of the Center for Disease Control and Prevention. She walked to the security desk.

Liam looked up from his computer screen.

“Good afternoon.”

“If you have not heard by now, I will be leaving to go to Indonesia the first thing in the morning, and I apologize I have to cancel our dinner.”

“If it’s any consolation to you. My team of security will be accompanying everyone.” He looked down at her breasts. Liam cleared his throat.

“It appears I’m in good hands.”

“You will be.”

Darla licked over her lips.

“Dr. Cabaña, could I escort you upstairs?”

“Wow, earlier it was, ‘yes, I have specific instructions to personally escort you to this meeting’ I suppose my position has been degraded.”

“Not in the least. You are the first to arrive thus far, and I would not dream of assigning that task to anyone but myself.”

Darla looked around the empty rotunda area.

“Thank you.”

“I will wait on it.”

Darla blushed.

“How is your son doing?”

“Fine and thank you for asking.”

“Are you ready to be escorted upstairs?”

“Yes.”

Liam stood and walked around his security desk. He grabbed a hold of Darla’s hand, walked to the elevator, and pushed the up button. He leaned over.

“You always smell so good.”

“And taste good.”

Liam turned his face to hide his surprise.

“I hope to find out soon.”

“Possibilities.”

He looked down at her lips

“Unlimited possibilities.”

The elevator doors opened.

Darla stepped on. Liam followed. He pushed the up button.

The elevator doors closed.

“Would you save a place for me on the plane?”

“First come first serve.”

Liam cleared his throat.

“I will remember that Dr. Cabaña.”

The elevator doors opened.

Liam stepped off. Darla followed.

Both walked in the direction of the conference room.

Liam dug inside his suit jacket side pocket and removed a ring with two keys attached. He inserted the key inside the lock, and twisted the doorknob; he opened the door, and pushed it open wider. He stepped aside to allow Darla to enter the conference room.

Liam reached around the door post, and flipped the light switch up.

Darla entered the conference room. Liam entered the conference room and pushed the door close.

Darla placed her purse down on the wooden table. She unbuttoned her suit jacket and spaced it.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

Liam walked up to Darla.

“Indonesia is an awfully long flight. Have you ever traveled outside the United States?”

“Yes, my passport has several stamps in it.”

“Have you ever been to Hawaii?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“If it was, would you accept?”

“If asked by the right gentleman, yes.”

Liam placed his hands inside his front pants pockets.

“Go to Hawaii with me.”

“I’m still waiting for the right man to ask me.”

Liam leaned in and kissed Darla on her lips. He inched back.

“I am the right man.”

Darla leaned forward and kissed Liam on his lips. She leaned back.

“I do not know if I am the right woman.”

Liam circled her waist and pulled her closer.

“Let’s form a mutual alliance.”

Liam lifted Darla’s chin, and caged her lips.

Darla’s hand palmed his chest. She linked her arms around his neck.

Liam twirled his tongue around hers. He hugged her to his body; he drove his lips across her cheek. He nibbled at her earlobe.

Darla’s body vibrated.

He whispered in her ear, “Make sure you save a place for me.”

Darla inched her head back.

“We are talking about on the plane, is this correct?”

Liam leaned forward and whispered, “How about anywhere I could fit.”

“What a joyful tight squeeze that would be.” Darla smiled.

“I was not waiting on you for nothing.”

Someone twisted the doorknob.

Liam and Darla spaced their presence.

Nigel opened the door and walked in. His eyes went to Liam, and then Darla.

“Was I interrupting something in here?”

“Yes.”

“Pardon me.” Nigel arched his eyebrows.

“Business.”

Darla turned her face to avoid Nigel’s eyes.

“I will see you later on.”

“Yes, you will.”

Liam walked to the door. “Dr. Monasseron.” He walked out and pulled the door close.

“I see you have a hunger for white boys, something you were totally against in college,” Nigel hissed.

“Then you must have held your temper in check, knowing I laid in Hunter’s bed.”

“Not really. I was the first brotha who had it first; anyone after me is second to best.”

“Screw you Nigel.”

“Too many after me, no thank you.” He looked at her flustered expression.

Silence greeted the two.

“Dr. Cabana.”

“It’s Dr. Cabaña.”

“Have you had time to read over the patient’s case files?”

“Yes, and my preliminary conclusion advises me what we’re dealing with is manmade and not some disease in the common family of plague, virus, or any bacteria manifestations.”

“After reading the first case file. I assume maybe it could be bacterial related, but after the second patient’s case file. I knew this goes far beyond the scope of the clinical definition of an outbreak.”

“Yes, the patient’s symptoms are basically the same; each one thus far, has traveled to the same geographical area, and has visited the same destination.”

“At least it isn’t a biochemical warfare agent.”

“That eases my mind somewhat. I do believe the team will gather much more information in what we are dealing with firsthand, once we land in Indonesia.”

“Once we land in Indonesia, I prefer you do not fraternize with the help, this assignment is confidential, and is not to be taken lightly for outside distractions.”

Darla crossed her arms over her chest.

“Meaning.”

“You and white boy may want to cool the goggling eye shit,” he hissed.

“Sounds to me like you are jealous, because I am not making goggling eyes at you.”

“My fiancée is all I need.”

Darla uncrossed her arms.

“Excuse me, fiancée?”

“Oh, I forgot to mention. I am engaged and getting married sometime next year. You know, to a woman who would never have left me behind in immediate danger, and a raging inferno.”

Darla arched her eyes at the subliminal accusation.

“Who…who is the unfortunate victim?”

Nigel palmed his chin.

“That’s cute, and immature, but you already knew when you uttered it.”

“I mean to please.”

“I suppose your mouth must be awfully tired.”

“That was uncalled for, even for you.”

 “Huh, let’s see here, you did almost let a complete strange make love to you in the corridor of a hotel, and mindless in the throne of passion as to even forget your purse in his hotel suite, oh, let’s not forget, made love to me in my residence, not once but throughout the entire night.”

“You are to stay far away from me.”

“Not to worry, I have a wholesome woman worthy of my company, and my engagement ring.”

Darla turned and walked over to the desk. She took a seat and lifted a patient’s file.

Nigel looked over at Darla. He knew she was holding in her anger.

The door opened.

Others began to flood into the conference room.

TUXEDO PARK
Atlanta, GA

Nigel popped the top of his can of beer and took a swig. He slammed the can down on the table.

“Just who the fuck does she think she is, she was the one who fucked numerous men.”

“Maybe I should stop over her house and cuss her the fuck out.” Nigel looked at the files stacked on his glass dining room table.

“Okay, ahh…you feel…you feel like we have been down this road again. Are you once again comparing me to a past lover?”

“He was more than that; he was my fiancé, a man I would have given my last breath too.”

“This...this so called brotha.”

“I never said he was a brotha.”

“I guess I ran into that.”

 “Yes, you did.”

 “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s just precious memories playing tricks on with my mind.”

“Okay back to this so called man.”

 “What about him?”

“What about me that make you think.”

“You talk too much.”

“I guess you have something in store for me that would keep my mouth closed.”


“Fuck her, letting white boys run up in her pussy.”

Nigel rested his back against the couch cushion.

“He was more than that; he was my fiancé, a man I would have given my last breath too.”

“Sure, the fuck you would!”

ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Palace Hotel

“Darla, I say the component you are mixing, is way off.”

“No, if the hypothesis is abnormal to the findings, then we must find the correlation between the two.”

“Have I ever steered you wrong woman.”

“Well ah no, however, I have a strong suspicion, you and I will win a Nobel Peace prize for this.”

 “And what if you are wrong?”

“Which I can comfortably say, I’m not.”

“Then I guess you would have to marry me.”

“But…”

“Would you marry me Darla Cabana?”

“It’s pronounced Dr. Cabaña.”

“I know, I just like to see your eyes sparkle when you correct me. Well…will you marry me?”

“I don’t know.”

“You are going to have a brotha in here making love to his woman on the floor, until you say yes.”

“Yes, I will marry you.”


Darla sat up. Her face was reeking of sweat. She leaned over and lifted the glass of water on the bedside nightstand. She took a lengthy gulp and placed the glass back down on the nightstand.

“Oh, I forget to mention, I am engaged, and getting married sometime next year. You know, to a woman who would never leave me behind in immediate danger and a raging fire.”

“He’s blaming me for the accident.”

Darla looked around her suite. She swung her feet off the bed and stood. She walked over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She lifted her toiletries from off the dresser and moved to the bathroom.

She looked at the wall mounted clock. She had less than an hour to dress before her date with Liam.

BRINKS’ HOME SECURITY AND SURVEILLANCE INCORPORATION
Atlanta, Georgia

“What the fuck do you mean the contract has ended? My security team is supposed to oversee the conference and stay of the CDC scientists in Indonesia.”

“Not according to the phone call, I had from a Dr. Monasseron.”

“I do not believe this shit. Did he say why my men were pulled off this assignment?”

“No reason was given, other than he is going with another security firm.”

Liam palmed his chin.

“This assignment was sanctioned by the Homeland Security.”

“Well according to the signed avadavat that came across my desk, they already have another security firm in place, sorry man.”

“Later man.”

Liam slammed the telephone receiver down in his vice president’s ear.

“The fuck did not have the balls to contact me directly, shit.”  He wanted to spend some time with Darla. “It figures that black motherfucker want her for himself, dammit!”

Liam stood and grabbed his suit jacket from off the back of the chair. He walked to the door, opened it, and walked out his office. He pulled the door close.

ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Palace Hotel

Darla stood back and looked at her reflection. “Not bad for a mother with a son.”

Someone knocked on the door.

“I hope you could handle all this golden honey, Liam.”

Darla lifted her clutch purse from off the dresser and walked out the bedroom. She walked through the living space of her hotel suite. She turned to glance at her reflection through the wall mounted mirror behind the door. She fluffed her curls and licked over her lips. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

Nigel’s eyes traveled up a pair of bronze-colored toned legs, curvaceous hips, ample size breasts, and the face of a goddess. He cleared his throat.

“Nigel, I asked you a question.”

Nigel lifted his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I have these case files I need to go over with you this evening.”

Darla looked down at her wristwatch

“This evening.”

“Yes, before we board our flight to Indonesia in the morning.”

“Could this have waited until tomorrow?”

“No, I guess your date will have to wait until you return? Your time is valued by the CDC, not some white-boy security guard, who does not know the meaning of stepping the fuck off.”

Darla arched her eyebrows at the personal attack.

“You...”

“Save it.”

Nigel walked into her hotel suite, leaving her standing at the door.

Darla took a deep breath and slammed the door close.

Nigel looked around her hotel suite. He took a seat on the couch.

“You may have a seat,” she sarcastically stated.

Darla sat down near Nigel.

He got a whiff of her perfume. Nigel placed the files on the glass table, and pivoted to look at her

“You feeling this white boy.”

“That is none of your business, you have a fiancée remember.”

“It was my business when I stuck my dick inside you.”

“When did you turn to be so bitter toward me?”

“After watching all the men I’ve seen stick their dick inside a woman I once loved, a woman I wasted time asking to marry me.”

Darla stood. Nigel stood.

“You were the one, who pretended to be someone else, instead of telling me who you really were.”

“Dammit, and you were the woman who left me behind.”

“I tried saving you Nigel.”

“Apparently you did not try hard enough. Dammit, I was the fucking one, who had to endure numerous surgeries just to look normal again.”

“I can’t believe after all these years you blame me for your misfortune.”

“Had you not been so damn pigheaded, the shit would never have happened.”

Darla took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, really I am, and I never meant to leave you behind.”

“Tell that to the numerous doctors with a scope down my throat, up my ass, tell that shit to the surgeons, taking skin from here and there for the skin grafts to my face. Tell that to the plastic surgeon who had to alter the appearance of my face.”

The end results are handsomeness she thought.


“If you felt like this about me, then how could you have made love to me?”

“Call it a horney episode, which will never happen again.”

Someone knocked on the door.

Both heads rotated to look at the door.

“Get rid of white boy, this shit is not settled by far.”

Darla took a deep breath. Is this really happening she thought?

“Excuse me.”

She walked around Nigel toward the door. She felt his eyes following her movements.

Darla fluffed her hair and opened the door. Her eyes went to the bouquet of roses in Liam’s hand.

“You look…I’m a lucky man.”

“Yes, so am I,” Nigel stated from behind.

Liam and Nigel stared each other down.

Darla cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry Liam, Dr. Monasseron, has brought some pertinent files, which needs my immediate attention.”

“Would you like me to wait?”

“Like Dr. Cabana stated its business related.”

“It’s Dr. Cabaña, and I’m sorry Liam, but I will have to decline my presence tonight.”

“I understand, oh, here you are.” He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He handed her the bouquet “Thank you, I’ll give you a call later on.”

“Please do.”

Nigel pushed the door close.

Liam turned and walked away.

She did not want to turn around and face Nigel. As much as she knew he blamed the past on her, she wanted to somehow repair their relationship.

Darla turned around.

Nigel was at the bar, making himself a drink.

Darla walked over to the couch and took a seat. She placed the roses on the glass table.

Someone knocked on the door.

Nigel strode pass Darla to the door.  He snatched the door open.

“Listen white…”

The courier looked at Nigel and stepped back.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you, but I have two certified letters for a Dr. Cabaña.”

Darla walked to the door and opened it wider.

“I’m sorry, I’m Dr. Cabaña.”

“I have two certified letters for you. I need for you to sign here.”

The Courier handed Darla a slate-board.

Darla lifted the attached ink pen and signed her name on the dotted line. She placed the pen on the slate-board and handed the Courier back the slate-board.

“Here you are pretty.”

He handed Darla the letters.

“Thank you.”

The Courier lifted his hat. “You’re welcome ma’am.” He turned and walked to the elevator.

Darla closed the door. She looked down at the letter.

“The DNA results are back so soon.”

Then that would mean Travis and Vander have received their results.

Nigel read the heading of the letter. “You do not know who the man of your son is?”

Darla looked up.

“It’s complicated.”

“Had you kept your damn legs closed, it would not be, complicated.”

“Excuse me.”

Darla walked slowly to her bedroom and closed the door.

Nigel watched in silence.

She walked over to the bed and sat down on it. She looked down at the letter.

SLAY RIDE ESTATES
Beverly Hills, California


“Bertha get in here, now dammit!”

Bertha placed the dishes aside and rushed to Travis’ study. She took a deep breath and entered.

“Yes sir.”

“I need you to…. I need you to get Darla on the line, and now!”

Bertha looked down at the letter on Travis’ desk.

“I will transfer the call to your office sir.”

She hurried out of Travis’ study.

WILLOW WOODS ESTATES
Miami, Florida


“These results are bullshit son.”

Mrs. Levers and Vander peered down at the DNA results.

“Mother, I bet that mothafucka had someone to tamper with the test.”

“Son, remember you submitted your own specimen.”

“Yeah, and now, I hate out of my arrogance, I had the laboratory to send the results to that bastard in California.”

“Son, I’m sorry, but when you lie down with a whore, this is what happens.”

Vander reached for the telephone receiver.

“Who are you calling?”

“Darla.”

Mrs. Levers pressed down the discord button.

“You are done with that woman.”

Vander looked down at his mother’s finger on the discord button.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

Mrs. Levers removed her finger. Vander hung up the telephone.

ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Palace Hotel


“Yes mother, I’m sure the results are accurate. Travis or Vander is not Travis Jr.’s father, which makes me a bad mother.”

More tears rolled down Darla’s cheeks.

“Darla Cabaña get a hold of your emotions. We will work this out. Now I’m going to ask you, is there anyone else you know who could be Travis Jr.’s father.”

“I’m confused mother, I…”

“Dear, how about that one guy…Hunter.”

“No mother, Travis Jr. is African American, not bi-racial.”

“You’re right about that, think dear.”

Darla looked at the door. She closed her eyes in shame.

“Oh my God.”

“Dear what is it?”

There was a knock at the door.

Darla wiped the tears away with the back of her hands.

“Mother I have to go.”

“I will call you once your father and I land in California.”

“Mother, should I call Travis and Vander.”

“No, let your father handle this.”

“Yes ma’am. I love you two.”

“We know. I will call you later.”

Both hung up the telephone.

“Darla, are you, all right?”

“Yes.”

“Could you open the door, so I can see for myself?”

Darla lifted the letters from off the bed and walked to the door. She opened the door.

Nigel looked at her teary face. He tilted her chin.

“Is everything all right.”

“No, personal issues, I do…I do not think I could go to Indonesia; something has come up.”

“Does it have to do with those letters in your hand?”

“Aah.”

Nigel snatched the letters from out Darla’s hand and walked away. He silently read both. He lifted his head and looked back.

“According to these two test results you had two men tested for the paternity of your son, and neither man is the father.”

Darla stood there with a blank expression on her face.

“Damn, I’m glad we never got married. You would never have been a faithful spouse.”

Darla did not add anything to his comment.

“Do you even know who the father is…wait, tell me not that white mothafucka in Florida.”

“Nigel, my son is not bi-racial.”

“I take it one of these guys listed was the same guy’s arms you flew in at your charity function.”

“Yes.”

“And then I read somewhere about this big-time director.” Nigel looked down at one of the letters. “A Mr. Travis Slay, funny that’s your son’s first name.” Nigel looked over at Darla. “And neither man is not the father, wow.”

Darla walked over to the nightstand, lifted her glass of wine, and took a sip. She sat the glass down.

“Darla, how many men have you slept with besides me?”

“Four?”

Nigel took a deep breath. “How many white men?”

“Two.”

“And how many African American men.”

“Two.”

“Are those two men names on these letters?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s all.”

“Yes.”

Nigel took a deep breath.

“Then the only person left would be…me.”

“I…”

Nigel stormed over to Darla.

“Are you implying I got…? Dammit, are you telling me I could be the father of your son!”

“Now wait a minute, I...” Darla combed her fingers through her hair. “It doesn’t make any sense, the time, me ovulating.”

“Well according to your words, you have a son, two men tested, neither is the father, and your son is not bi-racial.”

“I’m sorry, I never meant for you to get involved in this.”

“Yeah, tell that shit to the court system, when you attempt to sue me for child custody.”

Nigel stormed out her bedroom.

“Shit.”

Her cell phone rang.

Darla lifted her glass again and took another sip of her wine.

She placed the empty glass back down on the nightstand and took a deep breath. She walked over to her dresser and lifted her cell phone. She flipped it open and looked down at the number.

“Not now, dammit.”

Darla placed the cell phone up to her ear.

“Hello.”

SLAY RIDE ESTATES
Beverly Hills, California


“Woman you have some fucking explaining to do!”

“Travis, I am so sorry, I...”

“Save the bullshit, you are not fit to be a mother. You sleep not with one man, but two and neither man is the father.”

“Travis, the last I spoke with you, you advised me you were for sure Travis Jr., was your son.”

“Are you trying to blame this shit on me, woman you should know who your son’s father is, and since it’s not me, I will be petitioning the court to grant me sole custody of Travis Jr. for child abandonment.”

“Are you serious, you cannot do that? I am Travis Jr.’s mother.”

“Is Travis Jr. with you now, no? You made it known, your profession is more important than rearing your own son. I do not think the courts will smile upon a mother who left her child with a man who has past mental issues, and then dumped him off with the next man she bedded

“Travis, why are you doing this to me? Had Travis Jr., been your son, we would have gotten married.”

“You and I never would never know that.”

“My parents are due to come and get Travis Jr. today.”

“I do not see how; I will be leaving the country today. I have a movie project, which will keep me away for at least two months, and I plan on taking Travis Jr. with me.”

“Please, please, please do not do this, I beg of you. I love my son; he is all I have.”

“All you did have.”

“Travis.”

He hung up in her ear.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Darla flipped her cell phone close

“No.”

Nigel heard Darla’s bloodcurdling scream. He rushed into the bedroom. He pulled her within his embrace.

“Baby, what it is?”

 “Tra...Travis is stealing my son from me.”

“What.”

“He will be petitioning the court for sole custody.”

Nigel hugged Darla to him tighter. He inched her back and palmed the sides of her face; he tilted her face upward.

“You know I will never let that shit happen.”

Darla leaned her forehead in and rested it on his chest.

“I... Nigel what am I going to do.”

Nigel tilted Darla’s face up, leaned his face down, and tenderly kissed her lips. He hugged her to his body.

Her cell phone rang again.

Darla inched out of Nigel’s arms, and flipped up her cell phone. She placed it up to her ear.

“Hello.”

“Darla, I demand to know what is going on. Your father and I are at Mr. Slay’s residence, and we were met at the gate by several police officers.”

“Here give me this.”

Dr. Cabaña got on the phone.

“Darla, I demand to know what is going on.”

“Father, Travis is trying to steal Travis Jr. from me.”

“I will call you back dear.”

Dr. Cabaña hung up in her ear.

“What have I done to deserve this?”

“Apparently slept with the wrong man.” He kissed her on the lips. “I’ll see you later on.”

He kissed her on the forehead.

Darla lifted her teary eyes to his.

“Okay. I’m truly sorry Nigel... we could talk about.”

Tears rolled down Darla’s cheeks.

“Baby, don’t let this worry you.”

Nigel inched back, turned, and walked out the bedroom.

Darla laid down on her bed and wept until she fell asleep.

PALACE HOTEL
Atlanta, Georgia

Several Hours Later  


Darla was jarred out of a deep sleep, by someone pounding on the door. She thought she heard a baby cooing. She bolted to a sitting position, jumped off the bed, and ran out the bedroom through the living room suite.

She opened the door.

“My grandson is getting bigger.”

“Travis Jr...”

Darla began to cry.

Dr. Cabaña handed Travis Jr. to Darla.

She hugged her son to her.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

“Not with your father around.”

Dr. Cabaña and Mrs. Cabaña walked into Darla’s hotel suite; her mother pushed the door close.

Darla hugged her son to her chest and turned to face her parents.

“How.”

“I do not know what happened dear. Your father and the cops got into a shouting match. Mr. Slay had no choice but to come out to investigate. Then the Chief of Police showed up, and the next thing I know. Mr. Slay was forced to hand over Travis Jr. to your father. Dear I tell you the scene was somewhat out of a movie.”

Darla walked up to her parents and hugged them both.

“I do not know what I would ever do without you two.”

All three hugged each other.

Someone knocked on the door.

Dr. Cabaña stepped back and opened the door.

“Could I help you youngman?”

“It has been a very long time, but the last time we spoke man-to-man, I asked your permission to marry your daughter.”

Dr. Cabaña peered closer.

“Nigel.”

Nigel nodded his head.

“Yes sir.”

Mrs. Cabaña walked up to Nigel.

“Nigel... what…what happened.” She looked back at Darla. “How... we all thought.”

“I am here to clear up the confusion, but first, I need to meet this little person, who has caused an uproar.”

“He’s a Cabaña, it’s in his genes. Come in son.”

Nigel walked into Darla’s hotel suite. He walked to where Darla stood.

“So is this the little one.”

“Yes, his name is Travis Jr.”

Nigel stroked Travis Jr.’s cheek. “He’s a handsome little fellow.

“Darla, could I speak to you in private."

“Yes ma’am.”

“Nigel, could you hold this little man for me?”

 “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yes.”

Darla handed Travis Jr. to Nigel

“You look like you mother."

Mrs. Cabaña looked into Nigel’s face.”

And father Mrs. Cabaña thought to herself.

Darla and Mrs. Cabaña walked away.

“Out with it son.”

“Pardon me sir.”

“I would like to know how it is; you made a call to the chief of police in Florida.

“I...

“The how does not matter. I would like to know, why?”

Nigel cleared his throat.

“Sir, I would like to take a paternity test to find out if Darla and me…” Nigel’s voice dropped. “Created a son.”

“I think I need a drink.”

Dr. Cabaña walked over to the bar.

“I would like to know when and how Nigel re-entered your life.”

 “Mother, this entire ordeal is strange from the beginning to the end.”

“Then I guess you would have to sit down and fill me in.”

“So, let me get this straight. I paid for two years of counseling for my daughter, because she thought the man, she loved was severely injured or possible deceased, and yet you have been following her around the damn globe to get next to her, and now you’re telling me you may be the father of my grandson.”

“Yes sir.”

“Take about life throwing some shit your way.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“What an understatement.”

“Sir, if indeed this boy is my son, I am prepared to step in as his father.” Nigel looked down at Travis Jr. lying on his chest.  “He reminds me of my great-grandfather, and I see he carries the birthmark of my forefathers.” Nigel lifted Travis Jr.’s leg and looked at the crescent shaped birthmark. “It’s strange because, every one of the males in my family carries this, the same left leg, and the same spot. “Boy you are going to have the gift of healing hands, like all the doctors in my family.”

Dr. Cabaña cleared his throat. “Let’s not forget his other grandfather’s side of the family.”

Both men laughed.

“Are you going to have Nigel tested for paternity.”

“Mother, I do not want to be disappointed. The only thing I could do is guard my heart so this will never occur again. I almost loss my son for my foolish choices; I love him too much for his mother’s sins to become his.”

 “Darla, that boy in there looks like Nigel, something I never confessed about Mr. Slay.”

“Mother, I don’t know anymore.”

Mrs. Cabaña hugged her daughter.

Both women broke apart.

“Mother, how did Travis take it?”

“I think he loved you in his own way, but to hold a child hostage to prove it is totally unacceptable.”

“Let me get my son for Nigel think I am abandoning him.”

“Darla please erase that word from your vocabulary. You are an incredibly good mother.”

“Thanks mother.”

Both stood and walked out the bedroom.

Mrs. Cabaña walked over to her spouse.

“Dear I’m famished.” She turned toward Darla and Nigel. “Would you three like to join us for dinner?”

Nigel looked over at Darla.

“I will have to decline Dr. Cabana; I have some serious explaining to do.”

“It’s Dr. Cabaña dear.”

“As long as he could remembers it when he marries my daughter, therefore, I will let that slide young man,” Dr. Cabaña slid in.

Nigel winked at Darla, causing her to smile.

TUXEDO PARK
Atlanta, GA

Five Months Later


“Darla, come on woman, get up.”

Nigel leaned over and rubbed over her derrière.

Darla pulled the covers up over her head.

“Go alone, save yourself.”

“I do not want to be the only one holding the award. I need the woman I love to share in the success of something she has envisioned years ago.”

Darla turned on her back. She pulled the covers down and sat up. Nigel looked down at her breasts.

“You know we are not due for another two hours.”

Darla pulled the covers aside and laid back against the pillow.

Nigel unraveled the towel from around his mid-section and let it drop to the carpet. He climbed back in the bed. Darla opened her legs. He positioned himself between her thighs

“I love you.”

“For you to be here and fought to have our son back in his parent’s arms, you better.”

Nigel leaned his head downward and made a circular path around Darla’s breast nipple with his tongue. He kissed the flat landing.

Darla arched her back. Nigel inched back and kissed her on the lips

Darla palmed the sides of Nigel’s face and brought his face within inches of hers.

“Make love to me Dr. Monasseron.”

“Should we be making love? I did promise your father, I would wait until next week after we get married.”

“I won’t tell him, if you won’t.”

“I like you woman, come here, and let me show you how much I love you.”

Nigel covered Darla’s lips with his.

Darla hugged Nigel around his neck and pulled his body closer.

“I love you baby,” Nigel whispered in her ear.

He reached down and palmed his erect dick. The length of his manhood eased into her pussy.

“Oh Nigel.” Darla placed her hands on his gluteus and pressed his buttocks down.

Two bodies danced to an erotic rhythm.

Darla grabbed the sheets, as Nigel’s manhood beat down the walls of her silken moisten cave.

“Oh...”

Nigel rose on his palms and banged his manhood harder inside of her.

“Oh…Dar…”

Darla leaned up and licked over his skin.

“Oh baby.”

Nigel leaned his head down.

Darla cupped the back of his neck and pulled his face down farther; she matted her lips against her.

Nigel repeatedly darted his dick inside of her.

“Umm,” Darla moaned out. “Baby...oh Nigel.”

Darla pumped her pussy upward.

Nigel thrust his manhood without a breath to spare. “Oh...shit” His bent his head backwards. His body seizure. “Shit...”

A monstrous ejaculation reared its ugly head.

“Oh...Ni…Nigel.” Darla gripped his body closer.

“Bab…beat that pu…pussy.”

Her climax shuddered her existence.

Nigel continued to move his manhood wildly inside of her.

Darla gyrated her pussy.

“Umm hum.”

Nigel leaned down and tenderly kissed her on the lips.

He moved his semi-flaccid manhood inside of her.

“You are still a very beautiful woman, Dr. Caba…Caba.”

“It’s Dr. Cabaña.”

“I was getting there baby. To be truthful, I can’t wait until that name changes to Dr. Monasseron. Trust me; there will be some serious name calling under these sheets, pretty lady.”

Darla blushed.

Nigel relaxed his weight on her.

“Nigel…I can’t breathe.”

“My bad baby.” Nigel leaned back. He looked down into Darla’s eyes.

“I’m glad I never gave up on loving you.”

“I’m glad you fabricated the truth about you have a fiancée.”

“Do you forgive me for pulling you into the assignment for the CDC?”

“I would let you know once the award is placed in our hands.”

“So, we have a date under these covers later on.”

“Since Trina has Nigel Jr. until tomorrow, we sure do.”

“That name sounds fitting for our little man.”

“After the paternity test you took. I must agree with you one hundred percent Dr. Nigel Monasseron.

ANSLEY PARK
Atlanta, GA

Three Years Later


Darla stood at the sink washing the dishes. Nigel Sr. and Nigel Jr. walked into the kitchen.  

Nigel placed the two bags of groceries down on the cooking island.

“Mommy, look what dad bought me.”

 Darla turned around.

She saw Nigel with a small goldfish in a plastic bag.

 “That fish is now your responsibility young man.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Hello gorgeous.”

Nigel walked over to where Darla stood. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

“Umm, hello handsome one.”

He felt over her protruding stomach.

“How is sibling number two doing in there?” He leaned down and kissed her on the stomach.

“This has to be a girl.”

Nigel Jr. looked up at his father.

“Dad, I thought you said I am going to have a little brother.”

“Nigel Sr., please do not tell me you told our son, he is going to have a younger brother.”

“Even if it is a girl, you are going to be on your back immediately following the birth.”

“The benefit of that is not bad.”

“I thought I’ll throw you something to look forward to.” He stroked her cheek. “I love you Dr. Darla Monasseron.”

“Back at you Dr. Nigel Monasseron.

Both kissed again and inched back.

“Okay you two, up you go and wash for dinner.”

“Dad, could I put the fish in my bathwater later on.”

Darla held in her laughter.

“I think he would survive better in a fishbowl.”

Both walked out the kitchen.

Darla turned around and leaned against the counter. She looked around her lavish tri-level four bedroom home in the suburb of Georgia. She smiled at the contentment she felt at the moment. She rubbed over her seven month pregnancy baby bump.

“Mommy, come and look at my fish,” Nigel Jr., hollered from down the top of the stairwell.

“Here I come youngman.”

Darla walked out the kitchen.

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