The Damned [G-eazy] Book 2

Tequila Truths

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Question: What the hell do you think is in store for these two? 😟

Gerald POV

I parked the car in the guest lot, looking up at the building. I put my hat on and cursed under my breath, I'd stopped myself from opening the bottle of tequila on the way here. I got out of my Mustang and walked down the pathway to the front door, buzzing it till it unlocked. The elevator ride gave me enough time to attempt and compose myself.

The elevator stopped and I walked to the door, knocking gently. I couldn't help but smile hearing Kevin's footsteps running to the door and hollering with excitement. He forced open the door and I caught it, scooping him up.

" Daddy!"

"Hey buddy." I chuckled and looked around, Dee was cooking, making the place smell orgasmic. Only now did I realize how much I missed her cooking. I was getting tired of fast food in between home and the studio.

" Hey Ger, got those limes?" She turned around and glanced to me, flashing a smile. I nodded and sat down the bottle of tequila and bag holding the limes. I sat Kevin on the counter and motioned to the drawers.

"Got a knife?"

"Erm I think that drawer." I chuckled and tugged it open, grabbing one of the knives and cutting up one of the limes. I handed her a slice and watched her seasoning the meat before glancing around.

" This place is nice. Very you. Feng Shui or whatever." She rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

"It needed to feel something like home." She turned off the burner and grabbed a plate handing it to me. She made Kevin's plate and got him situated, meanwhile I was making her and I's plates. She grabbed two shot glasses and two slices of the lime, setting them on the table. I sat our plates down while she got the tequila off the counter and started the first two shots.

"I take it today has been a long day?" I sat down and watched her shrug.

"Long story." She glanced to Kevin, saying we'd talk later just by her actions. I took a bit into one of the tacos and nearly moaned.

"I didn't realize how sick of fast food I was getting till just now."

"I'm glad you like them." She chuckled before taking a bite. It wasn't long before the food was gone, Kevin was into bed, and we were putting a dent into the tequila. Her face had turned slightly red from the liquor I too was feeling it's affects.

She was pouring another shot before settling back into the sofa, music was playing through the surround sound, just jazz music Danny's stuff. I downed my shot before leaning back and glancing to her. She was so close I could smell her vanilla shampoo and familiar perfume.

"Let's talk. I brought a blunt."

"I think I need to tell you this mentally sober Ger." She laughed weakly and glanced to me. A sigh escaping her lips before she downed her shot.

"What's wrong Dee?" I mumbled and opened my hand for her to take that was resting on my leg. She sighed and took it, gently stroking the back.

"Ger I understand if you feel funny after. I...um" Her eyes watered as she looked up and sighed. "It's so fucking hard to say to you. I could tell anyone else with out hesitation, but you it's different." She looked to me then down at my hand and hers intertwined. "I was um pregnant."

"Was?"

"I went to the doctors and they told me I was two months pregnant. I had a miscarriage." I glanced to her, those green hues pained me even more. My chest tightened as I leaned forward and poured us both shots, handing her the full glass. My body was already buzzing with alcohol, yet this pain was too strong not to bury. I downed it and ran my tongue along my upper lip for a second, choosing my words.

"I'm gonna go with it was mine considering it was two months ago." She nodded before downing her shot then looked at the glass.

"I owe you an apology Gerald. It's my fault. I just didn't know my own emotions and I blamed everything wrong on you. I know what I signed up for when I married you." I kept looking at her as she spoke. A part of me wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. She'd been my bay area girl since day one. She took me back when I fucked up countless times. Her she was admitting she fucked up. Yet Danny and I had been through this countless times. Considering all the medical issues she'd been through us having kids wasn't as easy as just fucking around. It was the miscarriages, the special diets, the constant monitoring. Hence why we'd only had Kevin so far.

There was no doubt the woman sitting beside me was still Dee. Tainted by another man's hands and slightly broken. Yet still the girl that helped me hand out CDs, gave me a place to stay when I needed it, and just loved me. Maybe it was the tequila that made the decision for me in that moment.

I tugged her leg so she'd straddle my lap. Her eyes searched mine as I gently ran my thumb along her jawline. She took my hat and placed it on her head, a few strands of my hair falling in my face.

I yanked her forward, pressing my lips to hers. It'd been too long since I felt her lips against mine and that need between us. I slid the spaghetti straps of her dress off, revealing her bra that hugged her so well. She pulled away and bit her lip, getting off my lap and taking my hand to tug me along.

"I prefer not for our son to learn where babies come from yet." I chuckled slightly and scooped her up, a drunk giggle escaping her lips. I kicked the door shut of her bedroom quietly and tossed her on the bed before locking it.

"Such a mom. Stop worrying he'll turn out like me anyways." I tossed my jacket and shirt onto the floor with my shoes somewhere. Her dress was in a pile on the floor and she was in a ocean of silk sheets.

"He'll be better than us both." She cracked a smile before I pulled her body against mine. This is how we fixed things, or at least tried to fix things. We shed our clothes like sins and made love as if it took our problems away. I wanted to erase that another man had held her like I was now and kissed her the way I kissed her. I found myself kissing every inch of skin I could reach as her hips moved against mine. In our minds things were okay now. We fucked our problems away instead of talking through them. Yet things were only gonna get worse for people like us.