Looking for Something

     This is the sequel to Nothing's Guaranteed. If you enjoy Nothing's Guaranteed I hope you will continue to follow Dominic and Syd's journey into college. Thanks for reading! ~ ♥ "There is always a spot in my heart for you, even when you've done wrong, even when you let me down, even when you couldn't care less." ♥ ~~Sydney~~ "Day Day, get off my face." He takes his little hand and grabs my nose. When he giggles, his slobber comes out of his mouth and I cannot help but laugh. "You are making a mess, you know that?" I take his bib and wipe his face. "Bah poo...aaahhh!" I lift him up over my head. Ugh, cutest little baby ever. Chas and Dax did a good job with little Dax junior. He has been with me all weekend at school, while Dax and Chas have been sight-seeing around Miami. He is two years old and bad as hell, but I could never punish him because I cave after five seconds into his cry. There is a knock on my door. "Come in." I feel an extra body plop down on my bed and look up to see Rosetta. "Don't drop my boyfriend!" I hand him to her and she grabs him. "Girl, he don't want you! Besides, Mark would kill him." "Oh please. Mark is a big old softy. Hey baby, how you doing? Looking so cute, yes you do..yes you do! Can I have a kiss? Mwah! Mmmmwah!" "Oh my gosh, you and your damn baby talk." Dax is just giggling away. "Knock knock ladies. Here to pick up my little man." I lift my head and see Chas leaning on the door. Rose gets up off the bed and hands him to her. "Bye boo boo! Yes..I love you too! Mmmmwah mmwah! See you later. Mark wants me to meet him at the library. Peace." She walks out of my room and I follow Chas to the door. "So where is lover boy? I see he isn't here like usual." "I think he is just getting done with practice. I'll probably see him later on, or tomorrow." "Ooorrr right now." Mickie walks up to the door. "Hey Chas, hey little man." Dax reaches up and grabs Mickie's face with his hands. Then he pokes his nose. "Hi Dominic, we were just leaving. See you two later." "When are you guys flying back?" "Tomorrow. We probably should have driven though. Day doesn't like the plane that much." "Aw, well. Have a safe trip, I'll talk to you later." "Okay, bye. Say goodbye to auntie." She kisses me on the cheek, and leans Day Day in trying to force him to give me a kiss as well. Eventually, I have to just kiss his cheek myself. As soon as I close the door I feel Mickie's arms wrap around my waist and I take a sigh. "You still upset?" I turn around in his arms and look up at him. "No, no I'm fine." "No you're not. How many times do I have to apologize? Babe, you know I did not mean any of what I said. It was the alcohol talking, I swear." "What did I tell you before we went to the party?" He looks away from me and rolls his eyes. "What did I say?" "Don't...don't let the..." I give him that "come on" look. "Don't let the alcohol get to me." "Right. Then when I try to help you out, you want to start embarrassing a "hoe", and wanted to get rid of this "b***h". Now I know you were drunk, but drunk or sober you don't EVER call me that. So next time you think I am going to kill your vibe, or I am going to hold you back from halfway killing yourself, you tell me to back off okay? Then I am gone!" I try to walk past him but he blocks me with his arm. "Dominic move." "No, I am not going anywhere until you forgive me. I will stand here forever, trapping you right here between that door and me." I cross my arms in frustration. "Why can't you forgive me?" "I just..." I rack my brain trying to think of a good reason but honestly, that side of him just scares me. Too much alcohol and he becomes his own alter ego. A narcissistic, asshole jock. "You what?" He absentmindedly pushes a piece of hair out of my face. It has gotten longer in the past two years and every time it gets in my face he pushes it back. Almost seems like a habit of his. "I just don't want you to end up like--" Ugh, I don't want to tell him this.. I try to forget it all the time. "Like my dad okay?" "What does he have to do with me?" I don't have to look at him to know that he is confused. "My dad was an alcoholic. There were nights where he wouldn't come home until three in the morning yelling and waking up me and China." "Did he ever hurt you?" "No, he wasn't the violent type, even when he was drunk. He took a vow to never hit a woman and his hands never did. But he scared my mom half to death, and he was never himself. Always yelling about unnecessary stuff. What if you are the violent type when you're drunk? What if one day we get married and you come home drunk and the alcohol is back in control. The day you hit me is the last day you will ever see me...and I don't want to leave you." I feel him hug me. My eyes sting, and fresh tears are forming, but I don't let them flow. Yea, it is a touchy topic, but crying over it is over. I love my dad to death, it was just those rare nights that he transformed into a new person that scared me. I don't want to carry that fear over into my own relationship. "Okay, your father vowed to never hit a woman, well I make the same vow and I vow to not drink another sip of alcohol again. Just for you, because this love is mutual and I do not want you to leave me either." He looks down at me and I look up at him. I give him a kiss, then he gives me one. "Why didn't you tell me?" "It wasn't important until now. And you don't have to stop drinking, if it is something you enjoy. I just ask you not to over drink. Just figure out your limit when I'm around." "Deal. I love you." "I love you too." "I love you more." "I love you morer." "I love you the most, and that's final." He kisses me before I can retaliate. He has gotten so much taller and bigger since all the training and stuff. I have to stand on my tip toes to kiss him now. I thought he was done growing! He is 6'8 now and I am still only 5'7! He need to quit before he reaches 7 feet and can use me as a damn arm rest. "You are so short." "Shut up. You need to stop growing!" He picks me up laughing. "Whatever you say, babe." He carries me to my room and kicks the door closed. He sits on the bed with me in his lap. "By the way, I got a new one." "A new what? A new tat? Ooo I wanna see it!" I bounce on his lap. "Aye, aye...you might not want to do that." I laugh as he pulls his shirt over his head to reveal a new tattoo on his chest. I gasp when I see the adorable looking heart with a S in calligraphy writing. It is so cute! "Aaawww it is so cute. S for..?" "It stands for two people." "Who?" I trace the S repeatedly on his chest. I know his mom is one of them for sure. "My mom, Sheryll, and the love of my life, Sydney." I am so stupid. I just never thought he would get a tat about me to be on the safe side. "Aaaww, I love it. What if you grow to hate me though?" "I could never hate my first love, and besides I still have my mom, but you will always have a place in my heart. Remember that." I smile at him. "You always have to say something sweet don't you?" "Yes, because it makes you blush, and I looove when I can make you blush." "Uh huh, I know you do." I kiss him, then again. "Heyy--GOOD GOD!" I turn and see Rosetta standing in my door. "Rose, remember, you have a boyfriend...his name is Mark. You love him with all your heart, remember to make him join the damn football team." Dominic and I crack up laughing listening to Rose mumble this to herself behind the door. After recollecting herself she sticks her head back into the room. "Would you guys like to come with us to get dinner?" "Yea, Rose. We will be right out." "Maark, sweetie! How do you like football?" I laugh as I climb off Mickie's lap and go unhook my phone off the charger. "So are we good?" I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders. I stretch up to kiss his cheek. "We good, Boo."