Page 43 of Ony If It's You
Another thing I didn’t like was having my children exposed to the media. People were cruel and I wouldn’t be able to handle anyone saying anything to or about them.
It was too late to think about it, so I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and continued to get the kids ready for the pool. I couldn’t help but gush again when they were all ready to get in. Going to the camera app on my phone, I snapped some pictures of the twins, Javyous, and even some of all of them together. I couldn’t help it. They may never get posted, but I would always have the memories.
“Can you take one of us all?” I asked one of the security guards.
He nodded and took my phone before I walked over to join them in the picture. The twins were in front of me and Javyous was behind me with his face buried into the crook of my neck. It was such a cute picture; I couldn’t help the cheesy grin that was plastered across my face.
“Send me that one,” Javyous requested before taking a seat in the cabana.
I did as I was told before tossing my phone and shorts in our bag and walking the kids over to the pool so that we could get in together.
The next few hours were spent with us in the pool before calling it a day. We all had tans and were exhausted. Jocey and Si had gone to lay in the cabana due to exhaustion as I got all of our stuff together.
We were now back in the room showered, fed, and in bed. Javyous had gone down to weigh in and kick it with his people. He offered to have Ms. Phyllis come back tonight so I could go with him, but I declined. The water had worn me completely out. My phone started to ring just as I dozed off. I looked over and noticed that it was Celeste, so I answered.
“Hey, bestie.”
“Bitch! The internet fucking loves y’all.”
“What are you talking about?” I frowned.
“Girl, y’all little poolside picture is doing numbers, bitch!”
I groaned, remembering that paparazzi had snapped a picture of us and had probably posted it.
“What site posted it?”
“If your husband is a website, then that one.”
“What?” I sat up a little and narrowed my eyes.
“You heard me, girl. JV was the one that posted it. It was so cute,” she gushed.
“Where did he post it?”
“Instagram.”
Quickly I pulled the app up and went to our messages so that I could get to his page. I held my breath the entire time I waited for his page to populate. When it did, I clicked on the last picture that he had posted and sure enough it was the picture that he had asked me to send him.
Me and my BurBabies. *Heart emoji*
His caption had me melting into my spot on the bed.
What the fuck? What was this man doing to me?
“He is insane,” I said lowly so she couldn’t hear the smile in my voice.
“Seems like he’s in love to me,” she countered.
“Celeste, he is not in love.”
“I don’t know.” She stretched the last word out. “Seems pretty in love to me.”
“I didn’t even know he posted this.”
“You don’t follow him?”
“No.” I eyed his page. “We don’t follow each other.”
