Chapter 8 — Heit
"I was giving her space but now I won''t do that anymore." Andre let out another exasperated sigh.
"Well, ami don''t you think you should sort out the thing you have going on with your son..." Luc replied
to his brother who seemed to be in deep thought. Andre''s only thought was how close him and his son
had grown in the past month. Leo was everything he had ever wanted in a son. He never wanted kids
but Leo changed his mind. Being with Leo and seeing Leo made him happy but Luc was right he
couldn''t continue seeing him behind his ex-wife''s back.
"She will say no." Andre took a sip of his Starbuckstte.
"He is your son and you have rights to be in his life whether she is okay with it or not." Luc muttered as
a matter of fact.
"Mom took away my rights as soon as she kicked her out of the house and forced her to sign the
divorce papers." He paused. "Goodness I can''t believe my own mother did what she did. Wasn''t it
obvious that De made me happy. I didn''t care if she came from a wealthy family or not. I loved her for
the person she was not her none existent reputation." Andre looked rather frustrated as he had his
fingers in a fist ready to take out his anger on anything.
"Hey hey hey- calm down?ami." Luc replied softly not wanting his brother to cause a scene in public.
He knew Andre was capable of doing anything when he was angry. Before they could continue with
their conversation both their phones rang signaling a message.
"Speak of the devil." Andre added looking at the message his mother had sent him.
"I would rather be at a club than this stupid McCarthy g." Luc said a tad bit irritated.
"I have to go, it''s good for business and if I don''t mom will never let me hear the end of it." Andre
added.
"The good thing is its being held at the Ritz hotel so you get to see your Cindere and maybe take her
upstairs after her shift." Luc wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up Luc! You are such a retard." Andre yfully hit Luc on his shoulder but a small hint of a smile
on his lips.
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"If you are my mom''s dad, does that make you my grandfather ?" Leo asked anxiously looking at the
man who had introduced himself as his mom''s father.
"Yes exactly, you are such a clever kid huh?" Garreth said ruffling Leo''s blonde hair, he hated when
people did that.
"I will probably find my dad when I''m grown up too." Leo said oblivious to the fact that he had just
opened a wide unsealed wound. He continued ying his video games as he was slumped on the
couch.
"Uhm Leondre ?" De looked at her son questioningly. This boy never seemed to surprise her.
Leondre was just too clever for his own good.
"Mom, I''m sorry I wasn''t being rude. I was just saying besides I have a-" Leo remembered that his mom
would be mad if he had said anything about his Rendezvous with Mister Andre.
"You have??" De asked the little boy who gave her a quirky smile.
"I have a grandfather now but he looks so young. Wait till I tell my friends at school!" Leo said his eyes
fully fixated on his game with full volume.
De smiled before looking at her father who seemed amazed. What the little boy meant to say was ''I
have a friend....Andre Levetté.''
"He never gets off that thing, i swear. He once cried when I hid it away from him." De said with a
glimmer of happiness in her eyes. She was beyond happy, this shocked her at first but after sometime
she got used to it. She understood his reasons infact she didn''t care about the past, De just wanted
to use the time they have right at this moment. M was shocked when De told her about the news
that had urred the other day. Most of all De wondered if her mother knew about Garreth
McCarthy. He was well known, she had to have known but didn''t want to say anything.
De''s mother wasn''t the perfect example of a mother.?Marc?was the worst example of a mother.
Ad thrived in making herself the opposite of what her mother had been. When her grandparents
weren''t around, Marc forgot to feed four year old Ad infact she didn''t forget...she was out doing
what other teens without kids did. Ad had to strive for herself at an early age. Sometimes Marc
threw things at little Ad whenever she cried; resulting in the little scar that De had on her lower
back. Ad didn''t even call her mother, mother. She remembered the little details from her childhood
bit by bit they haunted her sometimes.
"Mama mama mama." Ad ran up to her mother who had came to fetch her from kindergarten but
Marc shoved her away.
"Shut up you little schmuck. I''m not your mama it''s Marc." She rolled her eyes. The little girl who had
her pink satchel in hand looked at her mother with blurry eyes attempting to cry, she didn''t. Instead she
smiled at Marc, this just annoyed Marc further.
"But you are my mama." Ad hupped a whimper.
"Say that again and I will end you. I''m not your mama okay, I''m your sister Marc." She said as they
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walked away from the school down the sidewalk. "If your teacher asks who is your mama you say it''s
abu okay ?"
Ad nodded sadly.
Ad grew up calling her mother by her name. She treated her like a sister. When she was young she
couldn''t understand but things started to make sense as she grew older.?
"Marc.." Thirteen year old Ad called her mother who was ing on her phone.
"Marc ?" She called again.
"What do you want Ad?" Marc replied in a Hispanic ent.
"I don''t feel too good." Ad said in a sad tone.
"So what do you want me to do? do I look like Mother Mary to you." Marc asked clicking her tongue
at the little girl.
"My pee has blood, i think I''m sick." Ad said oblivious to the fact that it was that time of her
adolescent phase.
"It''s called a period dummy, ew. Go put some paper towels from the kitchen until abuelitaes home
and shows you what you need to do." Marc replied going back to ing on her phone. "That also
means you cant be fucking boys or riding dick because you will get pregnant like I did but you could still
suck someone off."
The television volume was also on its highest and could hardly hold a conversation. Marc was
obssessed with Enrique Iglesias. Ad didn''t protest she walked away, feeling how sticky her panties
were bing. This was an odd feeling for her.
Ad had never needed her mother, she learned that at an early age. When she found out she was
pregnant, she didn''t want to hate the child because of the father''s mistakes. She grew up in a hard
environment, she just wanted to give her son the mother she never had. Ad had been an emotional
wreck from an early age so when Andre hurt her, she had reached rock bottom and wanted to die but
only lived because of the little soul that was growing inside her. Leo gave her strength to want to go on.
She defended Jeanine because she didn''t want her rtionship with Andre to go south because of her.
She never wanted anyone to experience what she had as a child. A mother and child rtionship was
something that was important to her. She had a soft spot for that part of life. Ad couldn''tin
that much because she had her grandparents who loved her dearly.
It wasn''t a shock to her that her mother lived in the same city but never visited or called. It was rare for
her to call her own daughter. De hade to terms with the fact that her mother did not care about
her. After the divorce that was one person she needed but she was no where to be found. De went to
her mother''s home after the Levetté''s kicked her out. Only for Marc to tell her that she couldn''t stay
there. Infact not even Marc''s husband knew about De. Marc had moved on, she had a son and
husband. She told De to stay away from her family—
her family.
Everyone pushed her away so she learnt to love herself and her son. She told herself that she would
never depend on anyone again. Her son was all she had, she knew he wouldn''t turn against her and
every time Leondre kissed his mother good morning and good night, she knew it was worth it and
beyond everything she felt loved and not alone.
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