Nala. A smile curved my lips at his insistence. “How long will you be gone?” I hated the hopeful, almost mournful quality to my voice. I sounded pathetic. I regretted asking that the moment it came out. He stood as the sound of the elevator opening filtered into the living room. “Stay here. I will return with the nurse.” I relaxed against the back of the couch and waited for Jordan to return. His attentiveness was endearing, even if unnecessary. A moment later, he walked back in with a smiling woman dressed in slacks and a sweater. She smiled at me as she stopped a few feet away from the sofa, where I was sitted. “You must be Nala . I’m so pleased to meet you. I’m Ms. Dorota, but please do call me Dorota.” I couldn’t help but return the older woman’s soft smile. “Mr. Jordan has discussed his wishes with me, and I will do my utmost best to make sure you are well taken care of.” I pinned Jordan with a stare. “Oh, he did, did he? May I ask what his instructions were?” Jordan

Jordan. It had been like two hours since Selena left. My phone was blowing up, my father, my mother, even my sister was calling me. I considered taking Kyle back to the house and leaving him with Alba, but Nala would see him and being fresh from the hospital I had to try and be sensitive to her feelings. So I put my phone on airplane mode and decided I would deal with the consequences later on. I needed to be present with my son at the moment. Kyle had a lot of interests and a really short attention span, but that was just any three year Olds. We played all kinds of games until he was exhausted. Selena had told me he takes a one hr nap at three so I put him in his bed. I was about to walk out when I heard him speak up. He had been asleep or atleast that was what I had thought, but he had fooled me. "Please don't go, stay with me." he said in his sweet three year old voice. "Ofcourse baby, am not going anywhere." i said as I pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. A few

Nala. I woke up to loud noises clearly coming from downstairs..I could hear Jordan's voice, it took me a while longer to figure out who he was talking to. I slowly opened the door of my bedroom slowly trying not to make any noise or draw attention to me and I could see them in the living room. It was her, his ex wife Selena. "What do you want from me Selena? What? " Jordan was now standing inches away from her, his hands in his pockets, he looked tired and drunk also. "i want you to be the guy that gives a fuck dammit" Selena shouted back, now clearly tears streaming down her face like a downfall "Do you still have feelings for me?" she asked facing him now. "Are you still in love with me? I want you to answer that truthfully Jordan." "You know, I.." Jordan started, but he was stuttering and I also wanted to really hear his answer. "Dont hedge Jordan" she fired back, clearly mad that he would even stutter. " I'm not just thinking of how to answer you Selena, I have to cons

Jordan. Four years ago. "Papi, come down for breakfast, we are running late." i heard Selena yelling from the door. "Why do we have to go in so early again?" I asked as I turned around pulling the covers over my head. "Because we promised your parents we were going to help out with setting up Jordan, you volunteered us, remember?" "Why did I do that?" I asked irritated. It was the weekend and had a pretty full schedule that week, I needed to sleep in, this was my day to sleep in but somehow foolishly I had managed to volunteer to set up balloons in my parent's house for my sister's eighteenth birthday. "Babe, can we call and say something came up we will just drop by" i asked yawning, "we could say Esti is not feeling too well this morning." "We are not bailing on your parents Jordan, get up." Selena said getting into the room irritated and making all the noises like she was getting paid to do it. She opened all the curtains letting all the light come in hitting me in the

Nala. He never talked to me like that, he was somehow angry with me. But I had no idea why, but I didn’t even want to know anymore. I had come here for him, to be there for him and he had acted like I was just some girl who had nothing to do but follow him around like a lost puppy. I walked slowly away from the venue. I had no idea how we got here or what was happening. One day we were okay, Jordan was all about me but something had changed, he was acting different with me, distant. And the fact that he had told Selena he was just helping me out proved my fears. I had no family, or friends that I could go and be with and give him his space. He was the only person I knew, and my memory was still all dark and black. "What's a beautiful woman doing all the way out here alone?" a Smooth voice said and I immediately looked up. My first impression was that he was tall, really tall. With dark hair, a few strands fell over his face. He smiled at me and I thought he had one of those s