Gutter Christmas
A Jaded Christmas
By: Kimmie Easley
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Gutter Christmas
A Jaded Christmas
Kimmie Easley
Published by: Wine Worthy Romance
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I want to thank everyone who has followed this series from its rocky beginning.
DEDICATION
To Baby Jade and Lucky ~ You deserve it all.
BABY JADE
*
The long piece of twine spins around on the thick branch. The crisp air of winter in New Orleans gives my warm tummy a glow.
I’ve never looked forward to Christmas before, but this year will be different. I’m surrounded by family and most importantly, baby Phillipe. Money’s not an obstacle. And I’m planning the wedding of the year.
My wedding.
I glance back over at my friend.
“Goin’ ta charge dat bad ene’gy right out dat ‘dere di’mon.” Ma’Linn steps back to take a prideful look at her handy work.
“My engagement ring doesn’t need to charge in the light of the full moon. Come on, this is ridiculous.” I point my chin to the dark sky where the round globe shimmers, casting rainbows across the platinum.
“Dat fam’ly tis be full o’ bad juju. Dat dad, rest his soul. N’ dat marriage. Humph.” She throws her head back and chuckles. “Why you t’ink Tilly not tell her fam’ly dat she be gay?”
“Well, I guess she was scared. Frightened what they might think. Fear is a powerful thing.”
“Not be powe’ful ‘nough to make me lie ‘bout m’self. A man’s word’s all yo got. N’ jus’ look how happy t’ose two be. Her wit’ Joyce. T’ey be a beaut’ful couple.”
“I agree, but it took a long time for them to get to this point. And now she wears a new ring, a traditional band for a non-traditional couple.”
Ma’Linn’s paunch belly jiggles when she laughs. “I know dat’s right.”
I give the glistening diamond ring another glance as it basks in the brilliant light of the engorged moon. “Ok, maybe it’s not such a bad idea.” Now, I giggle right along with the elderly woman.
My best friend.
After Ma’Linn lost her son, we became closer. Even going so far as to name my son after hers.
I hear the rumble of the four-wheeler, and my insides quiver when I see Lucky’s beard whipping through the breeze. I’m a sucker for a man in dirty, work clothes.
“How’s the pond coming?”
He nods, scratchy his scruffy chin. “It looks good. The boys should be done with the retaining wall tomorrow. It’s gonna make for a nice addition to the property when it’s done.”
“Our business license came in yesterday. The website is live, and the donation button is active. They’re already pouring in.”
“Sounds like it’s all coming together.” Lucky swaddles his inked-up arms around my curvy waist. It turns out that I like to eat when I’m happy, and I’ve been real happy lately. “Where’s your ring?” He asks as he caresses my palm with his thumb.
I roll my bottom lip through my teeth, glancing at the tree.
It takes him a second, but he finally catches on. “What the hell?”
I twist my mouth into a tight knot.
“Let me guess,” he continues. “Ma’Linn thinks the ring has negative energy. From my parents?”
I nod. “Well, I can’t really argue with her logic.”
He snickers. “Yeah, me either. I missed you today. You hungry?”
Do you even have to ask?
He tickles my backside, and I giggle as we stroll arm in arm into our new farmhouse, where we’re starting a home for at risk teen girls. And that’s when I see him.
My true reason for happiness.
Phillipe, my sweet baby boy is almost four months old. He’s my true miracle baby. Willow, his birth mother, sits feeding him a fresh bottle.
“Hola,” she says. “You want to feed him?”
“No, honey. You go on ahead.” I’m beyond blessed with an open adoption, but also a birth mom who respects the situation, and adds positivity and love to my son’s life. Which is all that matters in the whole, wide world.
“I’m gonna go check on Momma.” I circle through the kitchen and make my way down the hallway to momma’s bedroom, knocking lightly on her flower splattered door.
Ang pops out her red head with her finger pressed to her thin lips. “Ssshhh, she’s resting.”
“This early?”
She bobs her short pixie cut. “She’s extra tired, so she took her meds early. I think the cooler weather is messing with her a bit.”
“Ok, well, if she wakes up let me know.”
Life has seriously changed over the last six months. Ever since finding out that Art Flanagan was my father, not to mention, I’m the sole heir to his mass fortune, life’s been a whirlwind, and a hell of a ride at that.
And just like every other time things were going well, doubt settles into a heavy pit in my gut.
The calm before the storm.
LUCKY
*
I’m in hell. Seriously, I’m in hell. If I have to look at one more apartment, I’m going to ride my bike off a fucking cliff.
“Mother, they’re all starting to look the same.”
“That’s what Joyce said too.” Her face lights up at her wife’s name.
“So?” I ask exasperated. “Tell me why we’re doing this then.”
She shrugs, her hand held to her mouth like a school girl. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to her new-found happiness. “I need to find the perfect spot. Joyce deserves the very best.”
“Well, I’ll agree with that. Ok, let’s get this over with.”
We check out the rooms, and of course the storage space before she decides that the property is too small. I drop her off at the Ritz Carlton before I head back to the farmhouse where the new sign is being hung in the front yard.
The Willow Tree.
My heart swells with pride when I spot Baby offering her official advice on where it should go and how to hang it.
“Hey, darlin.” I slink up behind her and plant a firm kiss on her neck. She rocks baby Phillipe in her toned arms, and it does something wild to me.
“Hey, what do you think?” She asks, bubbling over with hope.
“I think we look all professional and shit.”
“Here, hold your son.” She passes me my boy, and I bundle him up tight in his blanket.
“I think Willow did a great job with the order.”
“Yeah, she’s really stepping up to the plate. So, how was your day?” She says as she hops her sweet ass into my truck, and I drive up the long, meandering driveway lined with pecan trees, and she bounces Philippe on her lap.
“It was another day of looking at properties. The woman’s insane, I tell ya.” I glance down at her silky hand where the beautiful diamond rests on her elegant finger. It does something special to my heart. “Speaking of insane, I see you’re wearing your ring. Did it work?”
“The cleansing?”
I nod, and she smirks. “You tell me.”
Rozalie quits peeling potatoes and jumps up from the kitchen chair. “Gimme that perfect boy.” She reaches her frail arms out for Phillipe, and I begrudgingly agree. I could hold him every hour of every day.
Her dark eyes light up as her grandson focuses his chocolate gaze at the bright, multi-colored scarf wrapped snug around her head. She bounces him through the air, humming him a soft tune.
My heart.
My family.
I want to freeze this moment in time. That way, when things go all sideways – like they ALWAYS do – I can visit and savor the transparent love.
“So, what’s going on here?” I glance around the messy kitchen. There’s flour on every surface and the sink looks like all the dishes were used in a failed adventure.
Ma’Linn’s wearing an apron, only it’s covered in white dust and hanging loosely under her massive bosom.
“Well,” Baby says, tugging on her bottom lip, surveying the damage. “We were trying to see if we could make the wedding cake. It shouldn’t be this damn hard.”
“What the hell are you doing that for? You’re a millionaire. Why would you try to make your own cake? You can have anyone in the world make your cake.”
Baby darts her gaze toward the sink where Ma’Linn’s raking off crumbs.
I get the message and snap my mouth shut, twisting my lips. When I do, she coils her arms around my waist. She presses her cheek to my chest, and I pull her in the direction of the master bedroom when Willow strolls into the kitchen, unaware of what she’s walking in on.
I groan, and Baby giggles as she backs away, leaving me standing alone with a major hard on.
“The sign looks great. How’s the mural going?” She asks, noticing the fresh paint on her denim overalls.
“Bueno,” the girl says through a warm smile and snags a Coke from the fridge.
“Can we see it yet?” I grab a beer and adjust my jeans when no one’s looking.
She shakes her round face. “No, no, no. Not until it’s done.”
“Ok.” Baby throws her hands up in the air in a truce. “I won’t ask again. I’m just so damn excited.” Her enthusiasm brings a big toothy grin to Willow’s full cheeks.
She no longer resembles a young teenager.
Baby pull her in, and she gives her a tight squeeze. I can see the love she has for this young girl. My fiancé was born to be a mother.
BABY JADE
*
I park behind the club since I bought Bottom’s Up from Mickey. I stroll through the back entrance, locking it up behind me. The girls’ safety is our main concern as they’re all preparing to begin their shifts.
I’m met with kind words and genuine smiles. They’re a good group of girls, and every one of them is over the age of eighteen. I make my way through the fleshy crowd and up the concrete stairs that I’d walked so many times before.
Each step causes my throat to squeeze tight. I have to pause for a second and brace myself against the wall, struggling for air. My nerves are shot. I have to remind myself, it’s just me. I’m the same person I was when I woke up this morning. I’m not wearing a corset or knee highs. No, I’m wearing an ankle-length bo-ho style skirt and a strapless blouse with flat sandals. My hair is still wet, cascading down my bare back, and I’m not sporting a stitch of makeup.
It took me a while before I was able to walk into the club with authority. It took me even longer to realize that Mickey wasn’t waiting around the corner to rough me up or grab a feel. He’s gone. He took Lucky’s advice and left the City. The strip club is all mine.
Well, at least for now.
There she is. Her frame is a little healthier, but not by much. She’s toned down the tan, but the signature Robin’s blue eyeshadow is still in full effect.
Jewella.
“Hey, doll,” she says as soon as she spots me. She stands behind the new DJ booth, glassed in with only the best, top-notch equipment. Once she steps out of the cramped compartment, she moves in for a hug.
I allow it, just as I do every time that I see her since she graduated from rehab.
Her eyes are bright and dazzle with real hope. It makes it easier for her to be clean since making the club BYOB and posting guards. They keep an eye out for anything illegal.
Jewella really put everything on the line to help Willow when she was kidnapped. Since then, she’s proven herself to be a real friend. And I kept the club up and running because it wasn’t fair to the rest of the employees, the girls. They didn’t deserve what they’d been put through with Mickey and Slade. I’m not ashamed of the life. There is no shame that comes with trying to make an honest living, and these girls deserve their shot. If I had closed down, they would just end up in another shit hole run the same shitty way.
“What’re you doing here? It’s not Friday.”
“Yeah, I know. But,” I twist my pouty lips. “I need your help.”
LUCKY
*
“How are those vows coming?” Joyce asks from the doorway of my home office.
I’ve been working on these vows for weeks now. I need them to be perfect. Just as perfect as Baby. I need her to know what she means to me. How I would be nothing without her.
I’ve been nothing before, without her for months, and I never want to go back. Ever. I was nothing after the motorcycle accident that too
k our unborn son, along with any chance to ever conceive on our own.
But we’re healing with baby Phillipe in our lives.
“I’d like to say they were done, but that would be a big ass lie.”
She chuckles.
“What’s so funny? You know so much about it, how’d you write yours?”
“Oh, son, I had a lifetime of thinking about what I would say to your mom, if ever given the chance. It was easy for me.”
I huff and fall back into the executive chair. “I just don’t wanna screw it up.
“I know, and I think you’ll do just fine. Listen to me.” She pauses for me to make eye contact. “You need to really hear me when I say this. Baby is an amazing girl. The perfect girl for you. A real catch. But someone needs to tell you that she’s getting a catch of her own. You are a prize, my boy. And you need to know that.”
My heart swells in my chest, and I find myself short of breath. Her face is stern and warm at the same time. She says everything that my mother never has, never will. I don’t know how, but they accentuate one another perfectly.
I’m honored to have to moms.
*
“Do we really have to do this? Do I have to be there?” I wish I could take back the words when I see her excited expression fade. “Scratch that, I’m there… with bells on.”
I use the decorative belt tied around her small waist to pull her to me. She giggles, and I know that we’re ok. I decide to have a good attitude about the day.
The day looking at flowers.
Baby is quiet when we drive downtown. She appears bothered, but I chalk it up to my being an insensitive asshole. We open the door to the fancy flower shop, and a small bell chimes overhead, alerting the clerk to our arrival.
“Oh Jade, James, welcome. So great to meet you in person.” A short woman with a tight grip and a gray bun offers an elegant hand.
“It’s Lucky,” I correct the woman. Calling me by my given name is a dead giveaway that she’s nosy and Googled our situation.
She scoffs off my comment, and I immediately do not like this woman who calls herself a professional wedding planner. “So, tell me what you’re thinking. Traditional? Church wedding? New Orleans chic? You tell me all about it. Oh, I’m just so excited. Christmas weddings are my favorite.”
“Well, I think we’re just here to look at flower options. Thought we could start with the colors.”
I can see that Baby is completely overwhelmed.
The shop owner hustles around the store, jabbering on about stems and petals. “I really think something with a deep purple or a bright red. And the flowers should really come a little later because certain colors only work with certain situations. It all depends on lighting. Candlelight? Natural? Chandelier?”
I look to my fiancé, who appears ready to burst out in a fit of tears. “Maybe we can just look at some pictures. Like themes of past projects.” I try to smooth over the tension.
“Yeah, but like I said, I don’t even know where to start. Do you have an idea for a venue or a date? You’re going to need me to jump right in, and I can help make some decisions. I’ll just need a retainer as a beginning budget. I’m sure that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“You know, I think this might not be the place for us. We might be back, I don’t know yet.”
The woman furrows her thin brows when I help Baby up to her feet. “Well, are you sure?”
Damn, the bridal business is cut-throat.
We’ve started to garner attention from other patrons in the store.
“Yes,” I say before Baby has to, ushering her out the door because I feel her growing heated. “Let’s go get some beignets and chicory.”
“Du Monde?” She asks with a playful grin.
“Is there anywhere else?”
It makes me twitch on the inside when she loops her arm through mine. I want to grab her and throw her up against the wall and fuck her sideways. Damn, I can’t wait until we have some alone time.
Turns out, I don’t have to wait long. We ride along the bumpy road on the outskirts of the City when Baby carves her naturally rosy lips into a coy smile, giving me a delicious side glance.
“Wanna find a place to pull over?”
No need to ask me twice.
I jerk the steering wheel and head toward a deserted oil field, backing into the drive just in case I need to make a quick getaway.
Baby drags her nails down my neck to my back, and it only takes me a split second to unbuckle my jeans and wiggle them down past my knees. She scans me with her wide, green-eyed gaze before swiping her tongue across her pouty, bottom lip.
She lowers herself, finding me with her mouth. I moan and press my skull into the head rest, wishing, once again, to be able to freeze time.
BABY JADE
*
My searing skin is still on fire as we offer each other a private smile. Surrounded by family, I blush when I pick up my baby boy. Phillipe is just about ready for a nap, so I take advantage of the time we have together.
I snag the quilt off the couch and crawl up into the recliner. I grab a hard copy of Rainbow Fish off the side table and tickle his tiny peanut toes as I read it to him.
I never want him to worry or have to wonder how much he is loved. By his entire family, but mostly me. I want him to know that I’m ‘his person’. I’m his forever… to count on, to lean on, and confide in. I intend on being everything he needs in life to feel loved, all rolled up in one flawed human. At least until he’s ready to share that love with someone else one day.
We read our story four times before he falls asleep in my lap, sucking on his Winnie the Pooh pacifier.
I simply gaze at him. His long, dark eyelashes fan against his bouncy cheeks.
I get the best sleep of my life that night. Everything melts away. The stress of the wedding just fades, leaving nothing but my man and my baby boy, both sound asleep.
My dark, stormy heart is full.
*
I’m skimming the umpteenth wedding magazine when Ma’Linn hands me a saucer holding a single slice of her newest creation.
It’s pretty enough.
White with a pink swirl of raspberries. I take a large bite, and I immediately wish I could spit it back out. I crinkle my nose in distaste.
“What?” She askes with a pained expression.
“Well, did you try it first?”
She shakes her plump cheeks and takes a large forkful in her mouth. She grimaces, and I bust out in a fit of laughter.
“It’s so sour.”
“N’ crum’ly.” She grabs the plate and spins around on her bare heel. “Back to dat drawin’ boa’d.”
I get up to get a cold beer when the house phone rings. It’s nice to be able to answer the phone and not be worried about it being bill collectors or someone out to kill my family.
“Hello?”
“Yes, may I speak to Jade Belhomme?”
“Speaking.”
“Hi hun, my name is Sophia Saunders. I am a wedding planner here in the City, and I received your name from a mutual acquaintance, Petals, the flower shop.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, we’re going to go a different way,” I start.
She politely butts in, cutting me off. “Yes, ma’am. I understand. I’m actually calling to see if I may be of assistance. I’d love to offer my services.”
“Excuse me?” I clear my throat, trying to figure out if the woman is being bold or arrogant. Either way, I’m impressed. “Who did you say you were with?”
“Sophia’s Special Occasions. And because I work for myself, I can devote one-hundred percent of my time to you. To you and your big day.
“I’m not really sure…”
“How about we met and go from there? I promise I’ll make it quick and painless. If you’re not interested, not another peep from me. What do you say?”
I glance around the kitchen at Ma’Linn’s third failed attempt at making the wedding cake, and I think about my options. Or my lack of options.
“I think that’ll be ok. My house, tomorrow at four. Does that work?”
“Absolutely.”
I give Sophia the necessary information before hanging up. Instead of being annoyed, I feel a sense of relief. I’m probably setting myself up for failure, but I’m finally hopeful that I might be able to pull off the important day.
*
I sit across from Ms. Saunders and try not to judge her glitzy pantsuit. She passes me a slender binder.
“Sorry that my portfolio is so thin. I’m just starting out.”
That explains the aggressive nature.
“Oh, you didn’t say that on the phone.”
“Well, I’m not going to lie. It’s not exactly a selling point.” Sophia grimaces.
I chuckle at her blatant observation. “I suppose that makes sense.”
“Look, Ms. Belhomme, I know I’m not as experienced as some others in town, and cold calling was taking a real chance. But, what I lack in experience, I make up for in loyalty and enthusiasm. I promise to make you my one and only priority.”
I ponder her proposition. I like her tenacity. “Ok, we can give it a try.”
She bounds out of her seat and flies across the room, slinging both arms around my neck.
It is awkward, unprofessional, but it feels right.
Sophia starts with making a timeline. The big day is coming up quick.
December 15th.
“I’ll start with calling vendors to set appointments. Anything I need to know before we get started?”
“I mean, not really.” I shake my head. “I’ll need a little leeway when it comes to appointment times. We’re starting a new non-profit and it keeps us quite busy these days. Other than that, I’m good. Where ever you want to jump in is good with me.”
“Ok, I can work with that. So, we need to think about the cake, music, flowers, these are all big things. Is there anything we can check off, like the venue, escorts, or father-of-the-bride? Surely we can check that one off.”
“Well, I’ll be walking between my mother and my friend. No father to speak of.”
“Ok,” Sophia nods, deep in thought. “That’s still something we can check off the list. Look at us go!” I swell with excitement and figure she’s already worth whatever she charges. She’s worked a miracle. I haven’t been this excited about the wedding since the proposal.
I think back to that day. That day when we were surrounded by our loved ones, enjoying a beautiful day outdoors. I remember I couldn’t imagine being any happier. Willow had just blessed us with baby Phillipe. My fiancé’s mother got engaged, and my family was together and healthy. It was perfection…
“Well, I’ve got a question for you.” Lucky climbs up to his feet. He takes Phillipe from me, passing him to Ma’Linn. When I turn back to face him, he’s down on one knee holding out a small, square box.
“Baby, I’ve lived life with you by my side, and I’ve suffered without you. The only thing I know for certain is that I will always choose you. I can’t live without you. I’ll always fight to make you happy, to see that full smile. I’ll always fight for you. I promise to be on your team. Your partner through thick and thin. We’re past all the bullshit. It’s our time, darlin. It’s our chance to shine, and I don’t shine without you.”
I can’t believe my ears. Blood courses through my frenzied veins. He’s saying everything right. All the right words and sentiments. I’ve waited my whole life to hear his words. My whole life to be loved like he loves me.
“One, final question darlin’.” He pulls my hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips along my blazing skin. “Baby, will you marry me?”
I don’t even need to think about it. I try to speak, but my voice cracks thin and thready. I do the only thing I can think of and nod like my head’s about to fall off.
Lucky jumps up to his feet and slides the ginormous, diamond ring onto my left hand before slipping his arms around my waist, picking me up off the ground, swinging me in full-blown circles.
“To this day, my heart is still screaming yes.”
I see in Sophia’s captivated gaze that she’s the right person for this job.”
LUCKY
*
Joyce gently squeezes baby Phillipe, sniffing as she cradles his soft head to her shoulder. “I’m gonna miss this sweet boy so much.”
Tilly waves a frail hand through the air. “My God, it’s not like we’re leaving for good. We’ll be back in a couple of days for the wedding. Besides, it’s our honeymoon. Just think about winter in Paris.”
“I know, I know. But he’s just such a perfect boy.” She makes some cute, squishy noises before passing him back to Baby.
My heart smiles when he melts to her stunning frame.
It’s not the first time I’ve driven my mother to the airport. She kept the plane when we sold off pieces of Gauthier Transport Services. She’s still the main shareholder, but now it’s a much smaller company to maintain.
Mother loves to travel. And shop. Dine. And shop. Entertain. And shop.
She’s never happy in one place for long.
The drive is quiet with the exception of a few giggles coming from the backseat. I sit up front like a personal chauffeur. I pull around to the private hanger and unload the baggage, turning it over to the handler.
“Well, you know I hate to see you go.”
Joyce moves in quick for the first hug, and I return her tight embrace. It’s good to see the woman happy after all these years. I never imagined it would be with my mother, but so be it.
I throw my arms around my mom’s neck. Tilly’s not one for showing emotion or sharing affection, never has been. But she’s getting better, thanks to Phillipe.
“You behave yourself and take care of that boy of mine.”
“And take care of yourself.”
*
“You must be Mr. Gauthier.”
I recoil when a bright, little spit fire bounces up off the sofa. She has vibrant makeup and big eyes. She pumps my hand extra solid.
“And you must be Ms. Saunders.”
“Sophia, please.” She sits in the oversized chair, and I plop down next to Baby.
I breathe a little easier about the woman when I see the relief and comfort in Baby’s mesmerizing, green eyes. I grab her hand, and she smiles all the way through her flawless cheeks. “So, what are we up to here?”
“We’re putting our priorities in order. We’re already halfway through the list, can you believe it?” Baby’s excitement is cut short when Phillipe cries out, his whine streaming through the speaker resting on the table.
“Excuse me,” she says, popping up to her feet in a hurry.
Leaving me alone with Sophia in an awkward silence until Baby’s velvety voice echoes through the monitor. She’s singing to our son, and my insides buzz with adoration.
“So, I guess we’ll need to get together at some point to go over the groom’s list.”
I nod, “Sure, sounds good.” It’s more like an obligation than conversation, but I appreciate her effort.
Baby sashays into the living room with Phillipe nestled on her hip, and I literally have to massage my chest to make sure blood’s still flowing.
“Well, look at that little cutie. Who’s this?” Sophia reaches for Phillipe’s tiny hand.
“This is Phillipe, our son.”
She widens her gaze, pumping his chubby arm in the air. “Wow, you look amazing for having such a new tot!”
“Phillipe was adopted but thank you.”
My chest bows with pride when my queen handles herself with such grace.
Sophia spends the next hour playing with Baby and Phillipe, only referencing the wedding when I ask questions. I don’t know how effective this planner will be, but it’s worth it just to see my bride smile.
BABY JADE
*
Drew and Wendy sit opposite of myself and Lucky. We’re gathered around the dining table. We invited our friends over for a night of cold beer, cards, and great company.
“Where’s everyone at?” Drew organizes his cards.
Lucky drains his bottle, and I can’t help but feel like he’s bothered. Something has definitely crawled under his skin. I thought a night with friends would help pull him out of his funk.
No such luck.
“Ang took the entire gang out for the night. Momma needed to get out of the house. Dinner and a movie, I think. They wanted to do Santa Clause with Phillipe, but he was already down for the night.” I glance over at my fiancé, who appears lost in thought.
“Are we gonna see that sweet boy of yours?” Wendy asks him, and I’m relieved to see his face light up at the mention of his pride and joy.
“Ah, he’s a good sleeper. He probably won’t be back up until morning.” His chuckle is light and easy, but I know better.
I recognize the distance in his dark chocolate gaze. He plays the game, and he laughs when it’s appropriate. He offers beer when needed and kisses my cheek when it feels right.
But I know he’s worried. Scared shitless. I see it. He carries it in his heavy shoulders.
We make it through the motions. Now, a gnarly pit grows wild, sloshing around in my stomach.
Drew and Wendy recently moved in together, and they’re overflowing with fresh stories.
“So, leading us into the honeymoon phase, where are y’all going for yours?” Wendy darts her questioning glance between the two of us.
“You tell her,” Lucky says, dealing the next hand.
I wrinkle my nose. “Well, we’re not.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Drew snaps his back straight.
“We’re staying here. We’ve had our time to travel. We’re starting The Willow Tree. I have renovations going on at the club. And honestly, I just don’t wanna leave my boy.”
“Yeah,” Lucky chimes in. “When everything is so perfect at home, why leave?”
“Y’all are giving me a damn cavity just sitting this close” Drew teases.
The night ends in a tie, and no one has the energy left to play the fifth game. We say goodnight to our friends, deciding not to let so much time go by before getting together again. Of course, it would have to wait until after the wedding, which is coming up way too quick.
*
Finally, alone, he slips a rough hand up my shirt, caressing my bare flesh.
I let him. I want him. Fuck that, I need him.
I arch my long neck to welcome his angled lips, wiggling out of my panties. Grazing my skin with his searing tongue, Lucky works his way down my tight abdomen. I stretch my toned legs, and he slithers to the bottom of the bed, settling between my begging thighs as my knees fall open just for him.
For my husband to be.
LUCKY
*
Ripples still convulse through my core as Baby stretches and yawns, tugging her arms up high over her head. Her light, caramel skin is still flushed with heat. Her cheeks are rosy pink as she closes her tired eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Satisfied and glowing.
I haven’t heard anyone come home yet so I get up to check on our son. He’s a good boy and sleeps all through the night. The latter sends us scrambling at all hours to make sure he’s alive and breathing.
I check the monitor, picking it up off the bedside table.
Nothing.
I give it a good shake, and the green light indicates it’s working fine. The silence forces me to shuffle down the hallway, thinking it’s weird that the house is so quiet. I place a hand on the door knob and crack it open, popping my head in just enough to get a visual on Phillipe’s crib.
His empty crib.
My heart stalls in my chest, and all the air is sucked out of the blue nursery. I throw the door open wide, the one with his initials.
PFG.
I toss everything from his crib like he might be hiding underneath.
Idiot.
Thinking he may have fallen, I drop to the floor, crawling around on all fours.
Still nothing.
I swing the closet door open, finally checking all of the bedrooms. Every one of them is dark and empty.
“Babe! Babe!” I bolt down the narrow hallway. “Jade! Wake up!”
She shifts under the heavy blankets before pushing herself up in my bed. “What is it?”
“Did Phillipe go with the family?”
Her eyes pop open round and big. “What do you mean? Of course not, I told you he’d already gone to bed, so I didn’t want to disturb him. We were gonna do Santa pics later this weekend.”
Now, she’s standing before me pulling on jeans, and she plucks her tee shirt up from the floor from where I threw it earlier. I shake my head when she looks to me, locking her stormy, green gaze.
“Please, tell me they changed their minds.” My knees are weak like jelly, and I swallow back the vomit rising in my throat.
“No, babe.” She moves down the hall. “Why?” She asks over her shoulder.
“He’s not here.”
“What do you mean? He’s right…” She pivots the sharp corner and lands directly at the empty crib’s side. “Where is he?” She spins, questioning one with large pools of glimmering jade.
My heartbeat returns at the realization, hammering through my shirt.
My son’s been taken.
Willow paces the hallway, never more than five feet from Phillipe’s door. Ma’Linn is busy burning candles in chanting, but Roz had to be sedated. To be honest, Baby should have been too, but she refused.
Now, she sits on his bedroom floor, holding his favorite blankie, rocking back and forth. She’s not crying, or talking. She’s just sitting, looking at the blue quilt made for Phillipe.
Police sirens sound in the background.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Ang mumbles from the doorway.
“Just do your best to keep everyone calm, and do not leave her side.” The first set of officers on the scene take turns asking us questions. The same questions over and over.
“Look, there’s nothing we haven’t told you. Why aren’t you out looking for my son?” The sirens land at our front lawn. I’m breathing quick and heavy now. I rush out the living room door. “Did you find him? Is he ok?”
“Sorry, sir. Nothing yet.” The uniformed officer shakes his head.
I want to talk to someone else. Someone more important. Someone in a suit.
“So, what are you doing? What’s being done to find him?”
“I assure you, Mr. Gauthier, we’re doing everything in our power to find your boy.”
I shake off his generalized assumption. Anger balls up in my chest. “You know, you might deal with this kind of shit all the time, but this time it’s my son. My son. It’s personal for me. So, please don’t treat me like any, old parent. This is my child. Do you understand that?”
The officer nods his bald head. “My apologies, Mr. Gauthier.”
“And don’t let my fiancé hear you talk like that either. Be honest with her, with us.”
A well-dressed man steps out from the crowd. “Well, the truth is, someone knows what they’re doing. They knew how to get in and out, knowing their way around. We don’t have a single direction right now. We need all the help we can get. So, anything, even the smallest detail might help us find your boy.”
BABY JADE
*
He’s been taken.
Taken.
I can’t make sense of words… statements and questions linger in the air. The detective speaking to me appears annoyed and bothered.
The bright morning sun is rising, and Ang quickly pulls blinds on the east side of the room, shielding my blinding eyes. I have spots in my vision, but I try to focus.
“I’m sorry, it’s all I know. I don’t remember anything else. He went to bed like always. I checked on him before I turned in, and I listened to the monitor until I fellbreakdown asleep sometime around eleven. I didn’t wake up again until Lucky woke me up.”
The doorbell rings, and it pulls me from my thoughts.
“Can I get that?” I don’t know why I feel the need to ask the man’s permission, but I do. He nods, and I get up to answer the door.
The neon-green skirt and yellow blouse could only belong to one person.
“Shit, Sophia. I’m sorry, I should have called.”
“I saw all the cop cars. Is everything ok? Can I do something?” She tips up on the toes of her heeled boots trying to peek over my shoulder.
“Yeah, um, something’s happened, and I’m going to have to reschedule our meeting. Maybe the whole damn wedding.”
The phone chimes, and I run for the house line, leaving the door open behind me.
“Hello?” I pant into the receiver. The cop nods, and winds his hands like a crank, signaling for me to keep going. “Who is this?” I ask.
“I have your child. A boy, wearing a nighttime zipper outfit with blue lambs.”
“Yes.” My heart flutters with fear and hope. “Yes, that’s my boy.” My voice trails thin and weak. “What do you want?”
“I want ten million dollars. You’ll get further information on the transfer.”
“Can’t I just have the information now?” I plead.
Click.
I tremble from the inside out, causing me to drop the phone against the cradle. I fall to the floor, and Lucky catches me before I hit the ground.
“Anything?” The detective asks the technician, who shakes his grim face.
“It was a burner. Got nothing.”
I cry out, and a loud wail echoes throughout the room, bouncing off the light walls. I don’t recognize it’s me until my voice gives out, thready and faint.
*
I attempt to pull my head up off the pillow. Someone moves me from the floor, and I try to make out my surroundings.
My bed.
A gray-haired man sits at my side. “Hello, Jade. Welcome back. I’m Dr. Manson. You took quite a tumble when you fainted. How you are feeling now?”
“Like I’m in a nightmare. I want Phillipe.” I break down in a full sob. Lucky swaddles me up in his inked-up arms.
His newest tattoo is a willow tree weaving its way through the hearts on his chest. It’s to represent Phillipe and the closure that he brings to a lot of our pain.
“It’s ok, babe. Just rest. Sit here in case you fall again.”
“But Phillipe, anything?”
“No, babe.”
“I can’t just lie here.” I shove myself up from the bed. “I need to help.” I make my way to the kitchen and spot the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Sophia is sitting at the kitchen bar manning a phone the detectives set up as a tip line.
“Hey, you didn’t have to do this. You didn’t have to stay.”
“No, doll,” she starts. “I couldn’t leave after finding out about that sweet boy of yours. I’m so sorry, Jade.” Sophia reaches in for an embrace. I offer a rigid response.
“Thanks for that, and this.” I point my chin toward the phone.
“Whatever I can do to help.” The phone rings, and she goes back to what she’s been doing, taking random calls with zero information.
But yet, a pang of appreciation pierces my heart.
LUCKY
*
The vast farmhouse is bursting at the seams, filled with uniforms and people that I’ve never seen before volunteering their own time.
“Where do we stand on the money?” A detective places his hand on my shoulder.
“It’s set.”
“Now, you understand that we may not be able to get the money for you.”
I shake off his words. “I’m not worried about that. The money’s not important. I mean, you know…”
“Yes, sir. I know what you’re saying.”
I cut my gaze over to Baby Jade. She’s finding herself in the mix of faces. Pointing her finger and lining people out.
Ma’Linn is keeping herself together with busy work, providing coffee and snacks to everyone on site. She’s also ducking out every few minutes to chant and make certain her yellow and black candles are still burning.
I’ve even put aside time to set my own intentions, kneeling at her alter. I’ll take whatever good juju I can get my hands on, whether I believe or not. I pray that whatever gods are playing a role in my son’s life will hear my pleas.
Please, please, bring my boy home safe.
Drew and Wendy bound through the front door. She rushes to Baby Jade’s side. I notice the way Baby releases a pent-up sob into her friend’s shoulder.
Drew clasps me on the bicep and clutches my hand, pumping my arm. “What can I do, man? You just tell me, and it’s done.”
I stare into his light, pointed stare and know he’s serious.
“You can help me track down the rat bastard who took my son.”
*
“Baby, you need to take a break.” I smooth my palms over her silky, bare arms. Her t-shirt rides up on her tummy, and I think back to a few hours earlier. When we were tangled up in each other’s heated embrace.
When Phillipe was sound asleep down the hall.
“I can’t. I don’t want to,” she utters. “What if Momma wakes up?”
“Here’s the deal. You go lie down, and I’ll check on Roz, then I’ll come check on you. Ok?”
She nods, and Wendy swoops in. “Why don’t I take her?”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I press my lips to the top of Baby’s searing forehead before releasing my grasp of her perfect hips. I watch her glide away, passing Willow, who’s sitting outside Phillipe’s door with her back to the wall.
The girl is broken.
She’s talked to the cops, more than once. Her story remains the same.
Besides, she lives with is. Where would she go with Phillipe? She has nowhere. No one.
“What if she’s trying to get to Mexico with him?” The deputy’s question floors me.
“No, that doesn’t make any sense. She’s been here, with us the whole time. She was with the rest of the family last night. And she’s worried sick, just look at her.”
We both pivot to take a better look.
She’s bent over with her chin on her knees that she now has pulled up tight to her chest. Fresh tears stream down her dark cheeks.
“There’s no way.” I say the words and try to force myself to believe them.
No way.
BABY JADE
*
I try to close my eyes. To fall asleep and give my body the rest it needs, but I don’t. I keep seeing his face. My heart is twisted from playing out different scenarios in my head.
“You awake?” Lucky sticks his head in the bedroom door.
“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”
Lucky sits on the bed, sliding to the middle right next to me. He removes his shirt and snuggles me up to his side, the spot created just for me. He must feel my tears because he uses his strong hand to wipe them from my trembling cheek.
“It’s gonna be ok, darlin. I promise you that.”
“But,” I speak through a sob. “Why haven’t they called back?”
He shrugs, probably not wanting to tell me that he’s been wondering the same thing. “I just know Phillipe is going to be ok. And he’ll be home soon.”
I shake my head against his bare chest. “I want him home NOW. I’ll never let him out of my sight again if he comes home safe.”
He tucks my loose strands behind my ear. “I know, babe. Me either.”
*
Ma’Linn is chanting, so I leave her alone, even though I just want to crawl up in her lap and bury myself in her plump embrace. I don’t have to be in her head to know she’s terrified. After losing her own Phillipe, I don’t know how much more she can handle.
“I can’t believe you’re still here.” I track down Sophia in the chaos.
“Hey, you’re up. I left for a little while, to shower and check on the pup. But I didn’t want to be gone too long. In case you needed anything.”
“You know, Sophia, I probably don’t have to say it, but the wedding is called off for the time being. I can’t think about anything other than my son and getting him home safely.”
“Of course, hun. I wouldn’t even think about it. I just want to offer my assistance in the search. And to you, of course.”
I try to muster up a smile but can’t force the muscles to move.
Next, I find Wendy. She’s on kitchen duty, pulling a tray of fresh cookies from the oven.
“Hey, you’re up. Get some sleep?” Her face is kind and welcoming, with slight lines puckering between her blue eyes.
I shake my head. “No, not really. Where’s Lucky?”
“He’s out with Drew. They’re making a store run. Nothing to worry about.”
My fluttering insides disagree. I try to focus on something other than the emotion welling up in my tight throat.
LUCKY
*
I hold the list between my fingers. It’s typical shit like bagels and orange juice. It’s a ruse to get us both out of the house.
“Where do you want me to start?” Drew sits in the chair across from me.
We meet at my office because it’s safer, and I don’t want to involve the police. I sit behind the unused desk. I don’t spend much time at Gauthier, mostly working from home.
“Start with financials. Try to track down any travel info, in and out of the City.”
“On it. Do you really think she has something to do with his disappearance?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, but I wanna rule her out regardless. That might just be how we find Phillipe, by ruling out one party at a time.”
*
I haul in the grocery bags, and Wendy jumps right to work unpacking the food.
Ma’Linn is silent but pats me on the bicep as she passes by. And Roz… Roz looks like the old Rozalie. The one doped up, medicated enough to sedate a fucking mammoth. Her eyes are glassy, glazed over, and distant.
She sees me and works to pick up her chin off the table.
I simply shake my head, and she rests her face back against the wood.
“Have you eaten?” Ang asks.
“No, I’m good. Anything new?”
“Not that I’ve heard. Baby’s in the other room. Maybe she’s heard something.”
I nod and turn in search of my woman. I clutch my heart when I find her curled up in the recliner holding Phillipe’s copy of Rainbow Fish.
She eyes me, and her entire face downturns.
“Hey, darlin. Is there something new?”
“No, why won’t they call?”
“I don’t know, babe. I’m sure it has something to do with the setting up a place for the drop.
I barely get the words out of my mouth when the house phone chimes.
Silence falls over the room.
The head detective steps forward. “Ok, Ms. Belhomme, you know what to do.”
Baby’s head bobs on her elegant neck.
“Hello?” Her voice is a little steadier, but not by much.
“Do you have the money?”
“No, she says, going rogue and turning her back on the crowd. “I want to know he’s alive. I know you have my information. I want to video chat. I won’t send a dime until I know he’s alive and unharmed.”
I move behind the kitchen island, positioning myself in front of Baby. I dip my chin, and she makes strong eye contact. I nod, telling her to keep going.
“You, think I’m going to call your cell?” The voice on the other end is muffled and manipulated.
“Yes, I want to see him. Live. To know he’s breathing.”
Click.
She stares at me, and I see it in her eyes. She’s scared that she screwed up. I gather her up into my arms and allow her to sob, bawling, getting it all out.
*
Willow finally moves from the hallway, sitting in the living room with a crowd nearly wall-to-wall.
Everyone and their mother must be here. Everyone but Drew.
He hasn’t called or checked in since we split off downtown. My pulse quickens just thinking about what he’s finding out on his end.
Baby sits with Ma’Linn on one side and Wendy on the other. The TV plays on mute in the background.
It shouldn’t be like this. Our house should be filled with friends and family for the holidays.
For the wedding that refuses to happen.
Not like this. Not his way.
BABY JADE
*
I’m full of angst and dread. I carry it heavy in my tummy. Out of habit, I run my hand over the jagged scar. The exit point where they took my lifeless son.
Sometimes, I still feel pregnant. Like a flutter or movement. I feel a connection to motherhood. Then I remember the connection is real. I am a mother. I have someone who depends on me. Someone who loves me unconditionally and fills my day with so much hope and happiness, I can barely contain it.
My Phillipe.
My baby boy, and now he’s God knows where, with God knows who, going through God knows what.
A cry escapes, bubbling through my lips and the room falls silent. Deafening even, when my cell phone rings. I jump up and weave through the scattered bodies lounging around the living room. I don’t even recognize faces anymore after two, whole days.
The chime tells me it’s FaceTime, and I promptly click the green camera button using my shaking, index finger.
Everything in me melts, like a puddle on the tile floor when I see Phillipe lying in a bassinet. He’s grabbed his foot and pulled it up to his mouth, gumming his bare toes. He lets out a faint whine, and my heart crumbles into a million pieces. I hope to get a glance of the person, begging for the suspect to show his face.
“Are you there? Answer me!” I scream, and an officer raises both palms in the air, signaling for me to take it down a notch. I don’t give a rat’s ass. “Answer me, you coward!”
End call.
“Oh, my God. Shit.” I drop the phone. “My God, what did I just do?”
Lucky is at my numb side. So are other people, but no one looks familiar.
No one is comforting, or even matters.
Not even Lucky.
Now, it’s back to the waiting game. They know what they’re doing, making us wait it out. I’m desperate. I’d give them anything to get my son back. I’ve lived with nothing before, I can do it again with him in my arms.
Ten million dollars is shit compared to Phillipe.
“We had your cell synced to the monitor. With the live feed, we were able to confirm that your son is safe and unharmed.” A detective recaps the video call.
“Unharmed?” Lucky lunges across the room, planting himself toe to toe with the man. “That’s my son out there with some psycho. We don’t know if he’s unharmed, physically maybe. Psychologically, he’s been ripped from his mother. Stolen from his home in the middle of the night. And by a money hungry bastard at that.”
I gather up strength in my legs, just enough to shuffle to his side.
Lucky falls into my open embrace. I try to catch him, but he crumbles to the ground. He sobs. My big, motorcycle man bawls into my lap like a small child.
LUCKY
*
I’m able to function after my purge, something I desperately needed. Can’t say the same for Baby, no. She’s trying to be the pillar of strength. A tower of courage, and I’m in awe of her with every passing minute.
“So, what did the call get us? Anything we can use?” I ask the detective. The same man I had to fight the urge to punch a few hours earlier.
“We’re tracing the e-mail associated with the iTunes account. We have some things in the works. A tech is working on narrowing down the audio. We’re attacking it from every advantage point we have available.”
“Anything on the bassinet? In the background? Photos, degrees?” Drew steps forward.
“Nothing yet and no identifying marks picked up. We have someone scanning the feed. Now, is there anything you want to share with us?” He pings his hard gaze between the two of us.
“No, why would you ask that?”
He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his starched slacks and rocks back on his heels. “Well, it looks like you might be trying to work your own angle.”
I clutch Drew’s shoulder, indicating he needs to remain silent. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but if I had any information that would bring my son home, I’d be the first to fucking speak up.” My chest heaves hard and quick.
“Understood,” the man says, giving me a solid nod.
*
“Oh, James!” Tilly flies across the room, flinging both arms around my neck. It’s an odd sensation, but one I welcome.
Joyce is right behind her, ready and waiting with tears in her soulful gaze. When Tilly backs away, I have to swipe at my own, damp eyes. She rushes around the room like a butterfly on crack. “Where’s Baby?”
It’s the first time, that I can remember, that my mother referred to my fiancé by her nickname.
“She’s in the bedroom. She needed a minute. A little alone time after seeing the video.”
“So, he’s safe?” Joyce asks.
I nod, but the question unnerves me, causing me to grip my chair tighter. The anger in my gut is snowballing.
I hope Drew shows up with something soon.
I spot Wendy and Sophia keeping Roz and Ma’Linn company with a hand of Phase 10. I’m thankful for this crazy group of misfits. Willow isolates herself, like she has over the last four days.
Four days.
I don’t know how we’re still standing. I just want my boy home.
BABY JADE
*
Isolation is kicking in hard. If I pick up one more dish or wipe down one more counter, I’m going to explode. Now, I can’t handle being around people. Not even Lucky. I’m angry and scared.
Desperate.
I just sit and cry. My head pounds deep in my temples, thinking the worst thoughts. Replaying the most painful scenarios.
It’s been a day and a half since the video call.
I haven’t heard his voice, his cry in four whole days.
A cry breaks out in my throat, and I buckle into the fetal position as my cell dings with a text message.
492 Lizardi St.
I promptly dial the number attached and get a busy signal. I try again. Busy signal. It’s got to be the address for the drop.
I tiptoe through the house, down to Lucky’s office. I knock first to make sure it’s empty. Once no one answers, I slip inside and open the door on the steel cabinet. I eyeball the safe before clicking through the combination to the secure lock. Unzipping the black bag, I check for the money.
Ten million dollars.
I take out the money and shove it down into my own shoulder bag, locking the safe and leaving the room quiet, appearing untouched.
I grab my shoes, carrying them in my hand, gliding out the back door. Throwing the bag over my shoulder, I take off on foot. Pounding the pavement, every step bringing me closer to my son.
Phillipe.
I pass Roman St. and jog down Derbigny. The roads are dark. The neighborhood is my old stomping grounds. Street lights are busted, and it seems like every other house is boarded up.
I just keep my pace. My eye on the prize.
Claiborne Ave.
I skirt the corner to Lizardi, counting down the houses on the right.
498
496
494
492
My heart is beating out of my chest when I walk up the drive, fighting off the urge to pound on the door.
Drop the bag in the black trash can. My phone pings. Then go to 2016 Rampart St.
I know the address by heart. I toss the tote bag into the bin, and I run like my life depends on it, like my son’s life depends on it. The breeze clashes with my cold lungs. My wind pipe burns as my insides fight to pump the chilly air.
No one has checked on me, probably assuming I’m asleep. The person must be using a burner phone, but my cell was synced to the cops, so it won’t take long for them to figure it out.
And just like a cosmic joke, Lucky starts blowing up my phone the same time sirens blare in the background, coming from all different directions. They must be splitting up. It doesn’t matter. They won’t find anything at the first house.
I see it, my old apartment. It causes me to pound harder. Faster. Red and blue shadows mount the top of the hill. I spot my opening and cut across a backyard, knowing I can get to him first.
Frenzied blood rushes through my veins, and my lungs freeze up when I hear his cry. It’s faint and distant. I pivot in the direction of the old complex.
A bassinette.
The one from the video comes into view. I scramble over the last wrought-iron fence and into the small courtyard in the back, and that’s when I see his tiny feet flying back and forth.
My heart swells the size of my chest.
It’s him.
It’s Phillipe.
LUCKY
*
He’s alive. My boy is alive. I swallow back my emotions when I hear a voice come over the cop’s radio. Baby is already on the scene. I recognize the address. The officer drives faster, racing against my pulse.
Racing toward my family.
My head is blazing with blood pumping hard through my skull.
When I see her holding our son, all the air expels from my lungs until I’m on the ground, pulling them both into my protective embrace. We ride back to the farmhouse, joyous tears spilling down Baby’s bright face. The police wanted to take him to the hospital as a precaution, but once the EMTs released him, she refused, just wanting him back home.
Somehow, Phillipe is healthy. He’s been fed, changed, and cared for.
“We didn’t have any luck at the first house. It was vacant, has been for years the neighbors say. No one saw anything. We weren’t able to recover the money.”
“Yeah, I’m not worried about that. Phillipe is home safe, that’s all that matters. Right now, I’d just like my house back. Can we get all this gear out?”
“Yes, sir, we’re on that now. Just so you know, this case will remain open. Again, if you come across any information, please don’t hesitate to call.”
I shake the man’s hand before disappearing into my office with Drew.
“Anything they didn’t get?”
He gives one, curt shake. “Not much. I have calls into the landlords of both houses. Mickey sold off the complex property months ago. I’ll go off what info I can get to track down the suspect.”
I snap my neck to the right. “You think it’ll be that easy?”
“Well,” Drew starts. “I can use tactics that the cops can’t. I think it’s about to go fast. I’m hopeful to know something by the end of the day. Speaking of which, what are your thoughts on Willow now that Phillipe is home?”
“I’ve thought about it, and I don’t think she had anything to do with the abduction.”
“Why’s that?” He questions.
“Well, a few reasons.” I pace the oval, Oriental rug. “One, she hasn’t left the house. She hasn’t tried to leave or talk to anyone. She’d need a partner. And two, this abduction was obviously motivated by money. She loves that boy. Finally, she’s wanted nothing but the best for Phillipe since finding out he had a home with us. She has the best of both worlds. Why rock the boat?”
Drew nods. “I get that, but it has me thinking. What if it was a couple? Or worse, more?”
“I guess that’s up to you to figure out.” I open my top drawer and pull out my checkbook. “For expenses.”
“No, brother. This is on me. Me and Wendy,” he says right before Baby knocks lightly. She has Phillipe on her hip, and Drew excuses himself.
“What’s going on in here?” She asks, glancing over her shoulder as he closes the door.
“Nothing, just tying up some loose ends.”
She narrows her gaze. “I don’t believe you. Please leave this thing alone. Leave it up to the cops. Can’t you just be happy he’s home? The money’s not important.”
“Babe, of course it’s not about the money. I need to know who put our son at risk. If they’re still out there, who’s to say they don’t do it again?”
“Ten million dollars.”
“Baby, you are not that naïve. I know you want to believe it, but you know better. And you know me. I can’t move forward with that danger still out there. And neither can you. The cops haven’t done shit. They couldn’t dig their way out of a brown, paper sack. Drew can handle this. The person will pay.”
“You promise to turn them in?” She lowers her green gaze. Her lashes fan against her cheeks as she focuses her attention on Phillipe. His sweet face is directed up at her.
You, and me both, son.
I lock gazes with my green-eyed beauty. “I promise.”
BABY JADE
*
Lucky works behind his average sized, home desk. No more ‘executive’ shit for him, other than quarterly business meetings. I don’t know what he’s working on, but I don’t have to because Drew was here earlier.
He’s working the case.
I don’t like the way he’s consuming himself. He’s right, though. I know he’s right. But I also know we need to move on with our life. I’m ten million dollars poorer, but my priceless bundle is home safe.
He doesn’t notice when I come in the room, lost in work. I slip around behind the desk, and he barely lifts his gaze.
“What’s up, babe?” He asks, going back to his paperwork.
I wrap myself around him from behind, trailing my fingertips along his chest. “So, I’ve been thinking.”
Silence.
“Ahem,” I clear my throat. “Lucky.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, darlin.” He drops the pen to the desk blotter. “I’m listening.” He spins the chair and pulls me down to his lap. “Now, what’s got you thinking?”
“Phillipe’s been home for a few days now. Things are getting back to normal with The Willow Tree. Maybe it’s time to get back to the wedding.”
His eyes light up, and so does my heart. “Really? Are you being serious right now?”
I nod. “I think it would be good for us, unless you’re not into marrying me now.” I wiggle my brow, teasing him.
He nuzzles my neck. “I want nothing more. I think it’s a great idea.”
I bob up and down on my toes and head for the door, and his excitement fades to disappointment.
“What?” I ask.
“No office sex?”
I chuckle at his wounded gaze. “Nope. Things to do!”
Leaving him alone, I stick my head in the nursery. My son is sleeping, and I can’t help myself. I press my palm to his stomach, feeling his chest rise and fall.
I place a kiss to his forehead and bolt for my phone, disconnecting it from the charger in the living room. I scroll through the numbers, settling on the contact button.
“Sophia’s Special Occasions.”
“Sophia, it’s Jade Belhomme. How are you?”
“Oh my, it’s so great to hear from you. How are you enjoying that boy of yours?”
“He’s absolutely perfect. Thanks again for helping on the front lines.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else. So, how can I help you today?”
I suck in a lungful of air. When I say it, there will be no taking it back. “I think I’m ready to move forward with the wedding plans.”
“I am just SO glad to hear this news.” She rattles around on the other end of the phone. “Let’s see.”
“I’m sorry. I should have asked if you were available.”
Sophia laughs. “Yes, ma’am. I’m all yours.”
“Great, how about we meet here at the house. About an hour?”
“See you then,” Sophia agrees.
LUCKY
*
I have scoured every lead possible. If Drew doesn’t get a call from the landlords, the case is dead in the water.
Just like whoever kidnapped my boy should be – dead in the water.
Dead.
My phone vibrates, and I pick it up when I see it’s Drew. “What’s up?”
“Nothing on the call number. The burner phones are a real problem. Got a call from the man who owns the apartment complex. That unit’s been empty since Baby left. Other than Ma’Linn, all the neighbors are the same.”
“This isn’t good. None of it.”
“Sorry, man. It feels like a dead end.”
*
I decide to search the house myself. The one where Baby dropped the money. It’s vacant and has been for some time.
“Hey, you can’t be there!” An elderly woman hobbles to the middle of the street.
“It’s ok, the landlord said I could have a look around.”
She wrinkles her face. “She didn’t say anything about it to me.”
“You know her? The landlord?”
“Nope, just met her for the first time this morning.”
“She was here?” I cross the road. I see that the woman is at least eighty and mostly bones.
“Yep, she did some stuff inside. Some cleaning, I guess. I was sitting out here on my porch.” She turns to point to her rocking chair.
“Why do you say she was cleaning?”
“Because she locked everything up when she was done. Carried the supplies back to her car. She had a bag of garbage and said she already cut her service off. She wanted to know if she could just throw it in my can.” She turns to shuffle away. “I thought it was weird, but I said ok. Whatever.”
My pulse picks up pace. I catch up with her halfway up the gravel drive. “Do you still have that bag? Has your trash run yet?”
She cocks her head of gray curls to one side. “Well, that’s even weirder.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, but it could really help someone out.”
She shrugs a pointed shoulder. “I guess. Like I said, whatever.” The old lady turns her back on me and hobbles back up the walk, into the house, shutting the door. I hear the locks click into place.
Rummaging through the bin, I pull out each bag, untying the knots. Just as I’d guessed, it was the smallest sack, containing nothing but crumpled, printer paper and an old, legal pad. I read the documents, stumbling, finally putting it all together. I find a curb and drop, ready to vomit. I swallow hard and pluck my phone from my pocket.
“Hello?”
“Drew…”
BABY JADE
*
Ma’Linn rests a tray of cookies and tea on the coffee table. Momma and Ang join us for the wedding preparations. Phillipe sleeps nearby, never far out of sight. Willow works hard on finishing up her mural. She plans on unveiling the masterpiece Christmas day.
Our new wedding day.
“And that’s when you want to have the ceremony, correct?” Sophia asks.
My head bobs with fresh enthusiasm. “I think Christmas day will be beautiful. Don’t y’all agree?”
Yes, I’ve become that bride.
Heads nod, and then it hits me. “Shit, I know that’s soon. Do you think you can pull it off?”
Sophia twists her lips into a playful pout. “Really? Honey, please don’t question my stellar skills as a planner. It’s what I do. I’m ready to blow your socks off.”
I bounce in my seat with excitement, and Momma grips my hand. I’m so thankful she’s able to be part of this special time.
“I’m ready. Oh my God, I’m SO ready. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this forever.” I absentmindedly graze my palm across the outside of my skirt, right where my scar haunts me.
Fear creeps into my gut, and I have to remind myself that Phillipe is home.
I breathe easier when I glance over at him, watching that perfect chest move air through his tiny, safely bundled up body.
“Ok, where do we start? I can put some calls into some vendors I know. We can get the cake and flowers going.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Colors?” Ma’Linn asks.
“We want a deep burgundy and greenery.”
Sophia nods with a stern face. All seriousness. “Ok, perfect. I can work with this.” She scribbles notes on her pad. “And you’re walking with your mother and Ma’Linn here.” She points to my chubby friend.
“Correct.”
“And what about a venue?”
“That one’s easy. We want to be married here at the farmhouse.”
The planner clasps her hands together at her mouth. “That. Is. Perfect.”
“Good, good. So,” I sigh. “We can get started?”
Sophia stands with her pad in hand. “I’m ready to jump in.” She strolls over to the playpen and reaches in to tickle the bottom of Phillipe’s tiny foot.
And I can’t help but think, he’s just so damn irresistible.
LUCKY
*
I crank up my bike as soon as I can compose myself to drive. I drive faster than ever. Faster than I’ve ever pushed my bike before. I don’t even give a thought to the accident that almost took my life.
Or the one that took my child.
I simply drive. Like a horse drawn to water. An invisible force, pulling me in their direction.
The long, bumpy driveway forces me to slow down. I hop off my bike and take inventory of the cars in the yard, prompting me to run faster, barreling through the front door. Not at all surprised to find a packed living room.
“Get away from him!”
Everyone turns to look at me, gazes landing hard. Even Sophia, who’s got one hand on my son’s chest.
“Back away from him,” I shout, and it makes Phillipe whine.
“Babe, is everything ok?” Baby Jade is moving toward the playpen when the planner snatches up Phillipe. She holds him tight, and he cries out.
“What’s happening” Baby refuses to break her stare, watching Phillipe with her steady gaze. Everyone in the room jump to their feet in protest.
“Don’t come near me!” She screams, tucking the baby up under her arm.
Baby gasps. “Oh my God.” The words fight to escape.
Drew busts through the door, followed by loud, blaring sirens.
“Don’t move,” he demands, pointing a 9 mm at her head.
“I will hurt this boy.” Her words are shrill and bone-chilling.
“But, I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” Baby trembles. I see her struggling, fighting the urge to lunge forward.
Sophia scoffs at her. “I can’t believe you never put two and two together.”
“Put what together?” Drew asks, never wavering, his weapon aimed at her skull, the only open shot.
“My name is Saunders.”
I shake my head. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
She gives Phillipe a firm shake. “I guess I’ll have to spell it out for you. Saunders. As in Carl Saunders. Senator, Carl Saunders.”
I watch Baby out of the corner of my eye. She’s piecing it all together, and she’s ready to pounce. I turn the name over on my tongue with hatred.
Carl Saunders.
Senator.
“You’re related to that pedophile,” Baby utters.
“Don’t you call him that!” Sophia holds Phillipe just right, blocking her frame. “He’s my father and that little bitch stole my entire life.” She jerks her chin toward Willow. “Then she had this little asset. The story in the paper. The one about the group home and you adopting one of the girls’ babies.”
“And you saw an opportunity to cash in on what you think you’re owed.” Drew steps toward her, minimizing the gap.
The police now surround the house, creeping in through the kitchen.
“Yes, that money should be mine. My father was worth millions until that little whore came into the picture. This little monster, DNA proof of what he did.” She shakes Phillipe in front of her chest. “Now, he’s rotting in a jail cell without a dime to his name. You owe me,” she shouts at Willow.
Phillipe’s birth mother is doubled over in a fit of tears. But not Baby. No, she’s frozen like an ice sculpture. Staring. Biding her time.
“It doesn’t make sense though. You were here the whole time.” I try to get a read on her next move.
“Correction, almost the whole time. I made sure I was here enough to keep me off the radar.”
“So, you have a partner.” I try to piece everything together.
“No, just some old woman off Craigslist. She did the babysitting, got her straight of Craigslist. I paid her, and she went home. No questions asked. This was all me.”
“We’ll be the ones to decide that.” The detective steps out with his gun drawn, pointed directly at Sophia.
She’s caught off guard.
She pivots, attempting to reposition Phillipe, and when she does, I see it. The opening.
Baby leaps forward, shoving Sophia to the ground, snagging our son from her awkward grasp, allowing for the cops to make their move.
It took everything I had in me to follow through with my promise to Baby. My promise to call the cops if I turned up anything incriminating. It took everything in me not to break the woman’s neck.
At first, I wonder why Baby’s so calm, but then I witness it on her face. The familiar gaze as baby Philippe coos in her arms.
She’s different.
Like a settled storm.
Her priorities have changed.
For someone who never had a family, her family is now all that matters.
BABY JADE
*
“What the hell are we doing here?”
“It’s a surprise.” I’ve answered the question at least ten times. “Just come on.” I hand him my helmet. We park behind the club because I don’t want Lucky to notice any other vehicles.
We stroll in through the back entrance where the girls getting ready are delighted to have the extra set of eyes.
“Go on, get back to work.” I joke with the crew of fresh faces.
Lucky smirks and bows his broad chest as we meander up the stairs, strolling down the hallway before skirting the corner by the stage.
We’re met with a roomful of friends and family. Even the old girls from the club and Jewella join the festivities.
“What is this?” He scans the crowd, and his wide-eyed stare brings a round of giggles from the onlookers.
“It’s our bachelor party!” My insides swell, thrilled to have pulled off the surprise.
“Our what?”
“Your bachelor party, silly,” Jewella explains. “It’s co-ed.”
I move behind the DJ booth and grab the microphone. “Hey, all. Thank you for coming out on such short notice. We’re excited to share tonight with you. Thanks to Jewella for sharing the club. And most importantly, thanks to Willow for sitting with Phillipe while we’re here, so I can have peace of mind. And remember, you’re all invited to the wedding!”
Cheers erupt from the crowd, and my heart becomes squishy, beating throughout my pulse points, overflowing with emotion.
The best sight all night is when Ma’Linn climbs up on the stage, clearly after one too many tequila shots, gracing the pole with her ample bottom.
Everyone is enjoying their night. Even Momma who is busy throwing dollar bills onto the stage, teasing her oldest, and dearest friend. Ma’Linn bounces to the floor, collecting the money, rolling onto her back, careful to hold down her long, black skirt.
The modesty is hilarious.
But God, what a show.
I take Lucky’s hand in mine. “Here, come with me.” I tug him toward the newly designed VIP lounge, each room with full privacy. I pull the drape closed and shove him backwards onto the plush sofa.
His dark, chocolate eyes signal he’s finally clued in on what’s happening. He swipes his tongue over his full, bottom lip, and I have to struggle not to take him in my mouth.
No touching during the lap dance.
*
I stand in front of the oval, full-length mirror, inspecting the bride’s reflection staring back at me. The strapless, ivory gown has a satin belt with gathered jewels lining my waist. The lace bodice gives way to a lace train, that’s now pinned under the satin buttons near the bottom of the gown – ready for the second line.
Opting for a short, feathered cap paired with wristlet gloves, my dark waves are tucked neatly under the diamond clasps, matching the pendant nestled at my cleavage, accented with teardrop earrings.
And as if that wasn’t enough to take my breath away, baby Phillipe and Lucky are wearing identical tuxedos.
The air is unseasonably warm today, and I’m thankful for the beautiful New Orleans weather. I dab a hankie at the corners of my damp eyes, crying once again. I never thought this day would come. But it’s different with family.
My family.
A Christmas miracle.
They all came together and made this day happen. Clear down to the eight layers of king cake for the reception.
It couldn’t be more perfect.
Even the backdrop, set in front of Willow’s mural. It’s like a dream.
“I wanted to paint something to honor this place. This couple. So, no more waiting. I present The Willow Tree.” The young girl tugs the sheet from the wall, and it steals my breath straight from my lungs.
It’s Lucky’s tattoo. His tree and the two hearts, one for each of his lost children. The branches of the willow tree are draped in mesmerizing, rainbow colors, and it makes my stomach somersault. Because I know it’s time. I try to pull air in through my nostrils, but the reality is setting in.
The instrumental version of ‘Sweet Child o’ Mine” basks in the background, and my heartbeat quickens as I settle between my mother and best friend, preparing to walk down the makeshift aisle.
For my something blue, I tuck a quilt square into the lace hem of my glove, holding the deep burgundy roses and stems of greenery, wrapped with satin and crystals.
Who needs a florist?
Or a wedding planner?
Not this family.
Phillipe coos little bubbles from Willow’s lap just as everyone stands for my arrival and snickers creep from the crowd.
I make my way down the pecan lined drive. Wendy, Jewella, and Willow walk before me and stand opposite of the dapper James ‘Lucky’ Gauthier and his best man Drew.
We step to the end of the aisle where Lucky waits with moisture in his eyes.
Both Ma’Linn and Momma kiss my cheeks before taking their seats.
I look at him standing before me in his perfect tuxedo and Converse high-tops, which still has Tilly shaking her head. The thought makes me giggle.
He takes my hands in his, caressing with his fingertips. He swallows hard, and I recognize that he’s super nervous. His shirt moves with his heaving chest. He begins to speak, and his words, the words, squeeze at my dark heart.
“Baby Jade, I promise to love you more with every passing breath. With the break of every day. I promise to love you as you deserve. Through rich and poorer. In sickness and in health, I promise to keep you and Phillipe safe from harm. Always loved and protected. Never left to wonder. No, you will always feel complete, whole. And for those rough times, I’m there to carry you. To catch you when you fall. To lean on when you’re tired. I guess what I’m trying to say, is I’m yours. I’m forever yours.”
Tears spill, and I don’t care. It’s too much. I can’t contain it, and now I don’t have to.
The minister announces, “You may kiss your bride.”
I melt as he pulls me into our first married embrace, and I know his words are full of truth.
We spend the rest of the night partying until the break of dawn with brass horns, a big band, everyone pumping umbrellas and handkerchiefs. All to celebrate our union.
Finally.
He’s mine.
Separate, we’re beyond hope. Living a life of pointless wandering. Together, we are complete, that life is filled with direction and purpose.
Together.
THE END
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