Sequel~Chapter 1: Part 1
India ’
-Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep- My alarm clock rang, going off at 6:15 AM. I rolled over on my back, looking over at the window as the sun beamed inside my room. I squinted my eyes from the sun rays, throwing my blanket over my face. I laid there for a couple of minutes, before I heard the faint cries of my baby boy. The thought of him instantly brought a smile upon my face.
I slid out of bed, fixing my shorts as I made my way to his room, which was right next to mines. He was laying in bed, looking up at the toy connect to the ceiling as he reached out for it.
I quickly ran out of the room, running back in mines to grab my phone. I put in my password, and opened the Instagram app. I snapped a picture of him, reaching out for the toy with a smile on his face. I posted the picture saying, ”My baby says good morning!”.
I sat down, watching my son play with his toys as people liked and commented on my picture of him. I cut off my phone’s screen and cut it back on to view my lock screen of mommy & son the first night we got home from his delivery. The day he was born, was one of the best days of my life. It brought tears to my face, but for once they were happy tears. Donnell Markiese Stevenson, born March 20th, 2015, weighing 6.2lbs and healthy.
I sat in the backseat, playing with Donnell as a smiled smeared across his face, showing his pink little gums. “Pick a boo!” I screamed out at him, removing my hands from my face. His chest heaved up and down, as the smile stayed plastered on his face.
I looked out the window and noticed we were almost there. “You think you’re going to cry?” I questioned him, as he had his head leaned up against the window, with his hands on the wheel. I just stared at the back of his head, which was covered with natural black curls. I waited for him to answer, but he never did. So I just left the situation alone.
I laid my head back on the headrest of the seat, looking at Donnell. I did this a lot, but it was still so surreal to me that he was mines. This beautiful miracle.
Closing my eyes, my phone vibrated in my hand and my eyes shot open. I looked at the screen and it read, “Can you come to my house in about an hour. I have something we need to discuss.” I just looked at the message, and put my phone on silent, placing it face down on my lap.
Maurice held the car seat with Donnell sitting in it, wide-eyed. I carried flowers, and a stone that had carved writing, “We miss you, and I hope you’re all smiles where you are now. We love you, and we wish you were still here with us, but you’re in a better place and that’s all that matters. You were the best momma ever, and ain’t a woman alive that can take your place. Happy Mother’s Day!”
I laid down a blanket, and Maurice placed the car seat right on top of it. We sat down beside our mother’s resting spot, and just looked at her tube stone. “In Loving Memory of Indiana Kandell Jones ~ February 6th, 1984 - December 25, 2006”
Crying wasn’t something Maurice and I did anymore, when we came to visit her burial site. It was more smiles and laughs now because we were beginning to realize that she was in a better/safer place, and we just started reminiscing on the good times and memories instead of focusing on her not being here anymore.
“So momma, your baby girl is growing up.” Maruice said, interrupting the awkward silence. I just smiled, looking over at Donnell smiling.
“Why are you smiling, little one?” I said, shaking my head and playing with his small fingers. He just smiled more, letting out a little giggle.
“Yeah, I know you were wondering who this little nigga was. This Donnel Markiese Stevenson, India’s first born. He’s light skinned and handsome just like your first born.” He informed her, with a grin on his face.
“Not with you trying to make yourself look good off of my son!” I said, laughing, adjusting my seating position on the blanket.
“You called me yesterday?” I asked, holding the cellular device up to my ear, swaying Donnell back and forth in my arms.
“Yes, I was seeing if you could come to my place so we can work on this clothing line of ours.” She spoke, “Are you free?”
“Sure, I’ll be over there in about an hour or thirty minutes.” I spoke into the phone, and went walking into my room to start packing his baby bag.
“Alright. See you boo!” I hung up, and started getting ready to go over to her place.
