SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.
Lavender scented candles fill the air as she fully undresses and stands naked at her mirror. Running a bath to further wash away her week, she puts on some jazz. Incognito blows in the background. It moves her and she does a little two-step. Examining her exposed figure, she shows disapproval with her breast. However she promised herself a long time ago to find peace with the ones she has, so what a padded bra can’t do, just won’t be done. She turns from side to side, giving her body one last glance over. Her thighs jiggle a little but her hourglass is still telling time, she is still fine, and she knows it.
Iridescent bubbles bounce transporting her as she lounges in the loving warmth of the water and massage of the mood. Her mind drifts backwards, it’s two Septembers ago.
She’s at the airport with Andre and all of his family. It is as if time is in slow motion. People are talking and laughing but she can hear no sound. Andre is rubbing her back, a gesture that usually calms her. It’s not working today. Her heart is pounding. There is a lump in her throat. She feels faint. And not knowing whether it is because the love of her life is leaving her life or just the morning sickness, she excuses herself to the bathroom. She throws up. She cleans up and tries to pull it together. She tells herself that they aren’t over. She tells herself that long distance relationships can work, then returns to Andre and his family.
It’s time for him to go through security so all final good-byes must be made. He kisses her and it revives her. He holds her, tight, close. Then he let’s go. He hugs his family and walks to wait in line. They stare intensely at one another as he moves closer and closer to the checkpoint. Finally he waves and is off to his terminal. She stands there, as if he is going to come rushing back, like in one of those romantic comedies, but that only happens on the big screen. She says goodbye to his family and refuses an invitation to dinner. She sits in her car and cries. People stare. She stops and then starts again.
The drive home was complicated. Though she has managed to stop the tears for now, something doesn’t feel right, she doesn’t feel right. It scares her and she pulls over a few times to try to see if the feeling would pass. It didn’t. She’s makes it home and is in bed trying to wrap her psyche around the fact that Andre is gone. She second-guesses her decision not to tell and she wonders how she will when the time is right.
To be continued…
© LaRonda Moore