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thought he'd have to settle for, marrying a pre-approved Stepford wife like his father. But with Keisha, everything was possible.
Marcy nodded slightly. "I think you just answered my question." She sighed, closing her eyes. "Oh to be young and in love." One of her eyes popped open. "And to have that love held at the same esteem as countless heterosexual couples."
Had to love her persistence. "I will bring up the issue at our media and ethics committee meeting next week."
Marcy went back to business as usual, pulling out a small binder of information and plopping it on his desk. "You'll find several petitions our group has gathered, urging Facebook and others to take more decisive action against abuse of their technologies." She gathered her things and slid from her chair. "I know you’ve got a busy day, so I’ll be on my way. Good luck with dinner, Senator."
Jake shook her outstretched hand. He still had another day on the hill, another day to collect himself before he saw his parents. But deep down, he knew that he'd never have enough time to prepare for the showdown. It was just a matter of minimizing collateral damage, and remembering that at the end of it all, they would leave, and he'd still have Keisha.
Chapter Eleven
Keisha
Maria bounced Caleb on her hip, repeating her disapproval for the fifth time that night. "Am I the only one that thinks this is crazy?"
To be honest, no, she wasn't. Keisha had carried her frustration for the past few days, trying to channel it into unpacking boxes and preparing their new home. The first floor was almost completely finished-she and Maria had painted the living room a deep mahogany, contrasting with the tan sofa and glass coffee tables, and put up muted art that decorated the room and really brought it all together. The kitchen had been easy, just adding a statement piece here and there, a pop of color, a vase of fresh flowers.
And as far as dinner, everything was damn near perfect. She'd managed to not overcook the rotisserie chicken, the mashed potatoes smelled divine, the green beans were blanching and the apple pie she'd made from scratch was cooling.
She'd put on her war paint, wearing makeup that she only put on for special occasions, and even donned a 50's style dress that she'd found thrifting. The cream color was conservative, yet accentuated her dark skin.
But when she stood still, and thought about the fact that she was letting a man who'd insulted her countless times and tried to derail her relationship, and his wife with her cold, condescending smile, she couldn’t stop the combination of anger and nerves that made her body shake.
She turned to the marble counter and clutched it. "It's gonna be fine, Maria. It’s gonna be fine."
Maria clucked her tongue. "Having company over should be an exciting time, mija.”
"It is exciting."
Maria shot her a look. "Is that why Jake hasn't been seen all day? Why you've broken four plates today? Why you've got that painful smile on your face?"
Keisha licked her lips, the sides of her mouth aching. It was painful--and all she could do to not lose her shit. But they needed a cease fire. A truce. They had to come to some sort of middle ground because she and Caleb were a part of Jake's life now, but so were his parents. They had to find a way to coexist.
Almost on cue, the doorbell dinged...and Keisha lost it. Her heart raced, running a million miles a minute as her chest heaved up and down. Her hands felt clammy, sticking to the apron as she wiped them on the starch fabric, trying to steel herself. It wasn't working because she started shaking. What the hell had she been thinking? She couldn't do this. She couldn't face them.
"Why did I invite them?" Keisha wailed. "They hate me, they hate my son and-"
Maria took a step forward, her voice firm. "Esta bien." She took her free hand and placed it on Keisha's shoulder, steadying her. "You're a good woman, and a good mother. No matter what those rich
Marcy nodded slightly. "I think you just answered my question." She sighed, closing her eyes. "Oh to be young and in love." One of her eyes popped open. "And to have that love held at the same esteem as countless heterosexual couples."
Had to love her persistence. "I will bring up the issue at our media and ethics committee meeting next week."
Marcy went back to business as usual, pulling out a small binder of information and plopping it on his desk. "You'll find several petitions our group has gathered, urging Facebook and others to take more decisive action against abuse of their technologies." She gathered her things and slid from her chair. "I know you’ve got a busy day, so I’ll be on my way. Good luck with dinner, Senator."
Jake shook her outstretched hand. He still had another day on the hill, another day to collect himself before he saw his parents. But deep down, he knew that he'd never have enough time to prepare for the showdown. It was just a matter of minimizing collateral damage, and remembering that at the end of it all, they would leave, and he'd still have Keisha.
Chapter Eleven
Keisha
Maria bounced Caleb on her hip, repeating her disapproval for the fifth time that night. "Am I the only one that thinks this is crazy?"
To be honest, no, she wasn't. Keisha had carried her frustration for the past few days, trying to channel it into unpacking boxes and preparing their new home. The first floor was almost completely finished-she and Maria had painted the living room a deep mahogany, contrasting with the tan sofa and glass coffee tables, and put up muted art that decorated the room and really brought it all together. The kitchen had been easy, just adding a statement piece here and there, a pop of color, a vase of fresh flowers.
And as far as dinner, everything was damn near perfect. She'd managed to not overcook the rotisserie chicken, the mashed potatoes smelled divine, the green beans were blanching and the apple pie she'd made from scratch was cooling.
She'd put on her war paint, wearing makeup that she only put on for special occasions, and even donned a 50's style dress that she'd found thrifting. The cream color was conservative, yet accentuated her dark skin.
But when she stood still, and thought about the fact that she was letting a man who'd insulted her countless times and tried to derail her relationship, and his wife with her cold, condescending smile, she couldn’t stop the combination of anger and nerves that made her body shake.
She turned to the marble counter and clutched it. "It's gonna be fine, Maria. It’s gonna be fine."
Maria clucked her tongue. "Having company over should be an exciting time, mija.”
"It is exciting."
Maria shot her a look. "Is that why Jake hasn't been seen all day? Why you've broken four plates today? Why you've got that painful smile on your face?"
Keisha licked her lips, the sides of her mouth aching. It was painful--and all she could do to not lose her shit. But they needed a cease fire. A truce. They had to come to some sort of middle ground because she and Caleb were a part of Jake's life now, but so were his parents. They had to find a way to coexist.
Almost on cue, the doorbell dinged...and Keisha lost it. Her heart raced, running a million miles a minute as her chest heaved up and down. Her hands felt clammy, sticking to the apron as she wiped them on the starch fabric, trying to steel herself. It wasn't working because she started shaking. What the hell had she been thinking? She couldn't do this. She couldn't face them.
"Why did I invite them?" Keisha wailed. "They hate me, they hate my son and-"
Maria took a step forward, her voice firm. "Esta bien." She took her free hand and placed it on Keisha's shoulder, steadying her. "You're a good woman, and a good mother. No matter what those rich
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