IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE THIS - EPISODE 35

Lavender’s viewpoint

I sat down between Zyaire and Sera, Zayne sitting on my thighs and stuffing his face with food. Serenity sat next to Sera with Zach on her other side. Next to Zach was Rominic, sitting right in front of me and pretending I didn’t exist. So my heart isn’t shattering at all.

We went out as planned, found a nice karaoke bar to spend the evening. I hoped Rominic would sit next to me, but he intentionally ignored me. The only good thing about the place was the songs. Karaoke is the best place to go to enjoy bad music. It’s like watching an audition. You get to see different kind of singing and bad voices, most of the time, bad.

Serenity was patiently waiting for her turn with not excited Zachary. Zachary insisted on sleeping instead of being in the midst of unintelligent people that smells like wet mush, misfortune and the final recipe for eardrums destruction. His words not mine.

I rolled my eyes away from the woman singing on stage and looked at Rominic. His eyes was fixed on Zachary trying to peel the wrapper off his chocolate bar. I don’t know why it’s so difficult for him to peel the simple thing off, but Zach has always have an issue with chocolate wrappers. It was amusing to watch, really amusing, but not to me at the moment. I watched him shake his head before offering to help him. Zach gladly shoved the bar into his waiting palm. Rominic effortlessly peeled the wrapper off, took a bite from it and handed it back to Zach. Sera snorted when he sniffed it before taking a bite.

I looked at Rominic, he was smiling and looking at his duplicate with love and affection. He wasn’t looking at me like that. I huffed and looked away, biting down on my bottom lip. Am I jealous of my son? No, just jealous of no love. What are we even doing? Is there any need for us to date? Rominic and I have been through a lot and after everything, we did not deserve to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but actual married couple. Phineas and Rylee were already beginning their wedding preparations, same as Tyra and Link, so why can’t we get married too?

Yeah, I should probably talk about Link. As expected, Polly was the killer, not him. It was very easy to clear his name. The kid’s father is a barrister, so we sent all the evidence to him. Polly was immediately arrested with Link fined for keeping it to himself. He was under probation for six months, but it was better than jail. Tyra’s father was a great help to his punishment reduction. Now that was over, Tyra insisted their wedding preparations begin to match Rylee’s. They like doing everything together like they were the twins, so it was understandable. Now imagine if Rominic and I joins, it would be even more better and less expenses. The three siblings holding their grand wedding at the same day.

But it will never happen.

I sighed loudly, tearing my gaze away from him and looking at the barman. I knew he was mad but I didn’t think it would get to that point. I was being impatient, it had not even been a day. But, I couldn’t help it, I needed him to tell me that everything’s alright. Even if we never put a ring to it, as long as we are okay, I was fine. Okay, I was not. I wanted a ring and someone’s last name too. All my friends were married… Well, Giovanna wasn’t but I’m sure that would be fix sooner than later.

Back to the all my friends are married part. Ferris, my very best, the bone of my bones, my left kidney and my lungs. He was married to another friend, have kids and is happy. Elias, Maverick, Cameron, Waylon, they were all married to friends, and now, Link and Phineas is about to as well. Gael is not a human being so he’s out of the picture. With them married and happy, I would be the odd one. When? Would he ever? Would we ever?

“Ooh! It’s my turn!” Serene shouted. “Let’s go, Zach!”

“Can I not?” Zach complained with pleading eyes, but his pleading was for himself. Serenity still pulled him with her. It was suppose to be a competition. Zach and Serenity, Sera and Zayne, Zyaire and Rominic and me and Perry. I got stuck with the bird because everyone ditched me.

Joyful exclamation.

I looked at my partner and frowned. He was busy making friends with a kid holding a pack of crackers. Lost course. Eventually, I’d have to sing on my own. Such a wonderful way for the night to turn out.

Serenity and Zachary sang to a song by Jennifer Lopaz, Zyane and Sera sang to yummy by Justin Bieber, no surprise there. Then Zyaire and Rominic sang to something about happy rainbow. It was ridiculous, funny, stupid and again, ridiculous. But surprisingly, their score was higher than Sera’s and Zayne’s. Now it was mine and Perry’s.

“Perry, come on, we gotta go,” I called out. Perry can sing, he was taught. It would be a great point to my score, if only he can actually focus and sing. Perry turned his head, looked at me and rolled his eyes back to the kid waving a cracker at him.

Well, I’m on my own now.

“You can do it, Mom, I believe in you,” now if Zach said that with a little more enthusiasm, I would have been happy, but he didn’t. The others didn’t cheer me on because I am their rival. I climbed on the stage, my eyes finding Rominic’s. Maybe an apology song would help, yes. But what apology song? I only knew four apology songs. Bryan Adam’s please forgive me, Linkin Park’s in between, but Rominic hates both of them. I played it one time before we had the fight and he went crazy. I would sing Adele’s hello or Justin Bieber’s sorry, but he would roll his eyes at it. Knowing him, I needed to just sing a song about love, a song that makes my voice looks cool. That’s it! I know the perfect song!

I made eye contact with him but he looked away. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those karaokes that makes your voice sounds terrible. I chose my song, feeling very excited and positive that after the song, his anger would lessen.

“I would tell you that I love you tonight
But I know that I’ve got time on my side
Where you goin’? Why you leavin’ so soon?
Is there somewhere else that’s better for you?

What is love if you’re not here with me?
What is love if it’s not guaranteed?
What is love if it just ups and leaves?

What is love if you’re not here no more?
What is love if you’re not really sure?
What is love?
What is love?…” I closed my eyes and sang my heart out. I really wanted to sing Bryan Adam’s, it best explained my heart, but I couldn’t because impressing him was more important. When I was done singing, the crowd applaud. My score was the highest, I won!

I excitedly bounced towards them, smiling widely. “Mom, that was so cool!” Serene squealed.

“Yeah, amazing!” I said with fake enthusiasm, waiting for him to comment but he rather stare at his phone. I impatiently placed my hands on my hips, my smile turning into a scorn as I watched him ignore me. The gut of the man. People make mistakes and I went through the agony of wearing the life squeezing dress for him. Even my hair and makeup was overdone just for him and he still ignored me. Maybe he thought I was still exactly like the Lavender he knew. It’s either he forgot poverty changed me, or he had no idea.

Wanna play that kind of song, fine, let’s rock and roll.

“Kids, I’m going to grab me a drink,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him, a coy smirk on my lips. After they all hummed, I did what I should have done in the first place. I mean, what’s the point of wearing the dress suffocating me when I cover it with a coat? I pulled the trench coat off and stretched it to Zyaire, knowing he would comment. He whistled playfully.

“Darn, Mom, you look smashing. Why did you wear the coat in the first place?” I don’t know, maybe because it’s like zero decree in here and the dress is both handless and backless because I won’t classify the strap back as one. Also because it’s very short and brought out my curves in a very unholy way.

Instead of telling him that, I shrugged relaxedly, smirking inwardly when I caught his not so surreptitious ogling. Spinning on my heels, I swayed my hips towards the bar. I did it stylishly so it wouldn’t be so obvious. I got to the bar and tap the counter to get the barman’s attention. He glanced at me, only to return his eyes as his jaw dropped.

Perfect.

“Can I get a club soda? Or a sex on the beach, don’t know if you have that… Or cocktail, do you?” I snapped my fingers in his face, “sir?”

“Oh, yes, my cock is big… I mean, sex in my bed… Sorry, on the beach, coming right up,” he stammered. He scurried over to the shelves in embarrassment. I giggled with lips pinned, bending my head down.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I turned my head and smiled at the man sitting there. I ran my eyes over his body, making my checking him hard very obvious for someone to see. He was a little too skinny for my spec, but a serious ‘as hot as fuck’ looking man. The kind of man you will pay dollars to see at a male strip club. The kind of man you will dump your boyfriend for. The kind of man that would never make one-night stands regrettable. His deep Nile blue eyes made me feel a strong itch to pull my panty. He had long black braided hair with a tattoo on his neck, disappearing into his cool tee. Girls and guys would give anything to tap this cock, but not me.

I like my man gentle and Rominic.

“So, you done?” He asked. I smirked and looked at him, winking when I saw his own smirk. “So, what do you think of my body after checking it out?”

“It’s good,” I replied, picking up my drink the barman dropped. “Thank you, darling,” I said to him and return my gaze to the delicious ice cream Sunday, “but not enough to make me salivate.”

“Ooh, ouch,” he said and burst into laughter. My suspicion was right, he’s the laughing type. “Well then, I guess it won’t make you sad to know that you are sexy, breathtaking, hot damn,” he ran his tongue over his lips, bending backward to take a good look at my ass. I cocked my hips so he would get a good view. “Men, what I’ll do to see that ass bounce on my cock,”

“But?” I laughed.

“I love my women slim, there is no woman hotter than slender ones.” He shrugged and took a sip from his cup.

“So, you love spaghetti then,” I pinned my lips when he choked on his drink. “And you are literally harboring a boner from staring at a ‘fat’ lady,” I inclined my head to the small bulge in his pants. He broke into a embarrass laugh.

“Now, that’s embarrassing,” he said laughingly, “but will you believe me if I say this is the second time a woman out of my spec arouse me?” I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, does it? I’m guessing I’m not your spec?”

“Nope,” I popped then took a sip from my drink, “and you won’t even be my second choice, probably fifth.”

“Wow, your standard is that high?”

“Have you seen my husband? In case you haven’t, he’s sitting at table twelve with five kids, my five kids,” I ran my tongue over my lips when his parted. He stole a lurky glance at the table and returned his eyes to me, then looked again. He repeated it for seven times before he placed his hand on my chest, my boobs specifically, and used his other hand to do the sign of the cross.

“Heaven bless the children that have suckle on this lovely breasts and the flesh that formed it. Even if it’s probably a slippers now, liberated by push-up bras, it is a great deal to celebrate. Joy onto the owner of this fallen mountains, for it fell for a good course.” I dropped my drink and beat his arm like a child while he laughed, trying to fend me away from his face. I stopped hitting his arm and slapped his head instead. He shifted his stool away from me, still laughing.

“What?”

“I’ll have you know that before them, my boobs were no bigger than a tangerine, but they saved me.”

“Hallelujah, sister!” I jumped to hit him again, but bent himself away from my raging hands, “should I have used amen?” I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling. “So, if you already have your own pack and a big bad alpha, what the hell are you doing talking to a twig like me?”

“Needle, I’m talking to a needle,” I corrected. He grinned boyishly.

“Hey, at least needles are less breakable! Thanks, babe!” I rolled my eyes again but still smiled.

“We fought and now he’s snubbing me. I’ve tried apologizing, but he still insist on being a frog so here I am, making him jealous and you are just too perfect. Seriously, dude, I have friends that would lick your feet, but they are married too so…” I shrugged. He laughed. “So,” I sipped my drink again. “Who are you trying to jealousify?” I asked teasingly. He laughed again.

“My ex. Love the woman but she has a serious problem. Anytime we have a little fight, she uses her hot friends to make me jealous. She broke up with me and brought her best friend here, the best friend she knows I don’t like because I envy his good looks. She knew I’d be here, so she brought him here. I think it’s time I remind her that this hot dick got honey as cum.” I threw my head back and laughed because of how he wiggled his brows suggestively. He rolled his eyes and smirked. “So, wanna give them a show?”

I dropped my head and smiled flirtatiously. “You sing, pretty boy?”

“Vroom, vroom, bitch,”

“What are you, four?”

“Inches,” he said smugly before he realized what he said. I stood up as I laughed. “Pretend I didn’t say that, I thought you were going to say…”

“One?”

“Yes… Wait, no!” He defended almost too panicky. “Five, people usually go for five, not four,” he spoke as we made our way to the stage.

“So, you’re five then…”

“No, I am not, don’t think about it,” he huffed. I stroke my chin, pretending to be thinking about it, making him groan and push my head. My legs shook because of how hard I was laughing. I almost fell flat but he caught me, still grumbling about how it’s not funny. “This would have been romantic if you weren’t making my cock and I sad,” he whined, “stop being mean.”

“Sorry, baby boy,” I cooed, patting his head. He smiled before the double meaning of my words hit him. He flicked my forehead, making me laugh again. “Okay, okay, let’s sing. Hey! Play us… What are we going to sing?”

“Our own customize version of perfect, you up for it, Fallen Jericho?”

“Back at you, gumball,” I laughed, winking at him. The music started playing while I giggled at his sulking face.

“I found a love, for me
Even if I just met her
I hope she follows my lead…” Wow, he can sing. “I found a girl beautiful and sweet, not…” I chuckled. “I never knew there was a someone as mean as her
Just few seconds ago she insulted my balls
Made me feel like shit
And now she’s calling me the love of her life…”

“No I didn’t,”

“Shut up. Darling just kiss me slow
Let’s take this to my bed
Then I’d make you chew and swallow your words
Baby, we’ll be dancing in the sheet
Naked, hot and moist
You screaming my name
While I celebrate my victory…” I rolled my eyes. “Cause you’ve never met a man like me
Who can pleasure you, yes, I am a Greek god
I am perfect
You don’t deserve me
But I can still manage you tonight…” I cleared my throat so I could stop laughing and sing. I don’t even think I can counter him.

“I found a baby
Cuter than anyone I know
He might be sexy, hot but he’s not my type…”

“Liar. I found a woman
To carry more than just my babies
To carry something and something, I can’t think of anything right now but whatever
We just met but we’re so in love
Fucking and having fun
Drowned in sweat and cum
Mine above your own
Darling, hold on to me
’cause I will never let you go
You see your future in my eyes…” I gave up, raising my hands up in surrender as I laughed. There was no way I was winning him. But it was fun, and I didn’t even know his damn name. Hell be me if I let him go without his phone number. Making Rominic jealous suddenly didn’t matter, just the two of us having fun and me forgetting my problems. By the time he was done, the whole place was clapping except three people which I suppose is the best friend, girlfriend and my Beau. For the finishing touch, I kissed his cheek.

We skipped back to the bar and sat down, our hands entwined. “Countdown,” he whispered, leaning towards me as if he was kissing my cheek.

“In French, sir,” I said with a French accent. “cinq, quatre, trois, deux…” At the same time, he counted “cinque, quattro, tre, due…” I frowned and hit his head. “That’s Italian, idiot.”

“What’s the difference?”

“The difference is…”

“Are you kidding me, Lavender!”

“Are you kidding me, Arthur!” Ah, the show has began.

“That’s your name? Hot!” I exclaimed while he simultaneously said:

“That’s your name? Lame.” I glared at him while he laughed, few seconds away from a Beau mega punch. Okay, girlfriend moved faster because the next second, she was yanking me off the stool by my hair. I quickly sank my nails into her hand, making her retreat with a cry. I went back to the counter and leaned on it, crossing my legs with a innocent smile. Wow, boyfriend and girlfriend looks angry. I felt Arthur give me a mental high five. Ferris and Gael would love this guy.

“Precious, don’t do that again, what was that for?”

“You are cheating on me with her! Right in my presence!”

“You broke up with me,” Arthur blunted out blankly with an eye roll. Rominic on the other hand had his eyes closed, calming himself down. Should have known that won’t last long. “And you moved on, so I did. Isn’t she pretty?” He cooed, pinching my cheek. Girlfriend’s eyes pooled up.

“But you like slim girls,” she cried.

“I moved on from spaghettis to macaronis,” we looked at each other and burst into laughter. Okay, I really love this guy and want to marry him. “Oh my God, that was hilarious,” he said, wiping his tears, “and who’s the man staring at me like nuclear missiles will drop on me at his command?”

“Her fiancé,”

“My sugar daddy,” Rominic and I said at the same time. Then all three of them said, “seriously?” I covered my mouth and giggled.

“So, you are really just going to move on from me?” Spaghetti cried. “After everything we have been through?”

“Lady, you dumped him, remember? You left him in the market by yourself,” I shrugged. Why isn’t Rominic going jealous freak! Why? Why? Why! He sighed and tapped his wristwatch, giving me a look that left no room for argument. I pushed myself off the counter and popped my lips. “Well, babe, I’m going now before sugar daddy explodes and spoil your pretty face. Can I have your… Hey!” I shouted when Rominic grabbed my wrist and pulled me along.

“Don’t worry, my love, my Instagram name is Archie Black, you’ll know me when you see me!”

“Mine is Jambae!” I shouted back before I was pulled out of the building. I assume the kids were already in the car. “Can you slow down, I’m wearing heels,” I huffed. He looked at me over his shoulder and growled.

“Seriously, Laverne, him? He is no way compare to me. If you are going to jealous your way back into my heart, then use someone hotter than me. That guy is nothing compare to me…”

“So can I go back in and get his number since it didn’t work? I need to widen my option since you are never forgiving me. And I really want to try that cock he was boasting ab… Crikey!” I screamed when he suddenly slammed me to a car and crashed his lips on mine. I smiled on his lips, chuckling in victory. He harshly parted my lips with his teeth and thrust his tongue into my mouth. His aggressive kiss pushed my body into the car, but I took it all, kissing him back equally as hard he was.

I wrap my hands around his neck, moaning into his mouth when he thrust his hips forward, pressing his hardness to my core and thanks to my tight dress, I felt it to the fullest. He tightened his grip on my waist, tugging my lower torso into his bulge and pulling at my hair with the other. I rolled my hips, rubbing myself on him. He moaned into my mouth, causing me to smirk. I pulled away to breathe while he slid his tongue from my jaw to my neck, nibbling and peppering kisses along my expose skin.

“Beau,” I moaned, “we probably shouldn’t be doing this when the kids are watching,” he jolted away from me immediately, as if I electrocuted him. I looked at the car I was slammed on and it was his. Which meant… I groaned, palming my face mentally. Rominic slammed his hands on the car, making me flinch with a squeak.

“La tatahadath abdan ean qadib rajul akhar maratan ‘ukhraa,” he spat into my face, angrily that is. (Never talk about another’s man’s dick again,) “alqadib alwahid aladhi yasheur bialdif’ hu malakiun waturid ‘an taerif limadha? li’ana jasadak hu lay. thadyayk li, muhbaluk li warayik khalfiun, lidhalik la tufakir abdan fi musharakat ma hu li mae ‘ayi shakhs akhara. fahimta?” (the only penis that would ever feel your warmth is mine and you wanna know why? Because your body is mine. Your breasts are mine, your vagina is mine, your behind is mine, so never think about sharing what is mine with anyone else. Understood?)

“Crystal.” I grinned. He muttered something and pushed away from me. He walked over to the driver’s seat. I happily opened the door and jumped into the backseat. I shut the door and smiled at my blushing children. The best way is to pretend they didn’t just see their parents making out. A angry and makeup sex was waiting for me, but I knew it would be worth it.