Time sure went by fast, our first born was a boy. He was a mini Matt. Cutest toddler in the world. We also had another baby. A girl, we named her, Chantelle. As for the boy, he was named after Matt's brother. Aaron. He cried when I told him that. Everyone was really happy when I decided to give him that name in honor of his uncle.Aaron is 3 years old and Chantelle is 1 year old, she was my mini me. I thought I would have them on a big age difference, but we always got in the heat of the moment.We also kept Aaron's dream alive. Matt and I visit the 5 countries him and Aaron wanted to travel to. We wrote his name in every country we visit. It was an awesome honeymoon. We traveled for a month and then returned home, would've been more, but being pregnant and traveling wasn't the best.I was being lazy today and since the kids were napping. It gave me a chance to relax a little. Those two drain my energy. "I want, cookies." Aaron said while sitting on my belly."Mama." Chantelle started
ChantellePeople always tell me; how cool it is to live in the upper East side of New York. It's great, don't get me wrong. I've lived my whole life here. Thanks to my parents. Dad has the most famous bakery in New York. He named it, 'Black's Bakery'. Yeah he changed it, since it's a family business, it fits more. Mom is one of the Best Seller around the world. Her book, about her story with dad made a fortune. Well uncle Cole has a best seller too, it's his little love story with aunt Bella. They are both amazing Writers.Me, I'm a simple girl who loves fashion. Just kidding. I'm a simple girl. Who most of the time attends high society events thanks to my parents.My brother Aaron is studying to become a fashion designer along with his boyfriend. They're so cute together. They're already engaged. This is their last year studying.Our cousin's live in Miami. They visit on holidays.Me on the other hand, just started college. I want to become a kindergarten teacher. I love kids and one
I came to the states when I was 10 years old. My parents met when my mom was an exchange student in Colombia. Yes, my mom is American and my dad is Colombian. They got married here and after a year, they moved to Colombia. When I was 10 years old, they decided that it was time to move back to the states, life in Colombia was a little too hard, luckily, Nana, let us live with her. We don't have a lot of money, but we do enough to get us by. I work with my dad in a mechanic garage. Lucky for us, dad has a good friend who takes his car and pays dad really good. Mom works as a maid for a rich family who pays her well. With all our money combined, we can pay bills and food and buy Nana's medicine. We may be lower class, but we're happy. I want to become a veterinarian. But I got no money for that. I thought I would at 18 but no such luck, now I'm 20 and still no luck. I hope one day I get my chance. I don't want to be a mechanic for the rest of my life. I have goals and dreams. "Ricky,
The day I've been dreading, has come. I'm so nervous. What if they hate me, or do something to me?"They're going to kill me there." I Sighed. "they love to torture fresh meat.""You watch too many movies. And no one will mess with you. And if they do, they will know what is like to mess with a Black." Dad told me while his eyes were focused on his phone."I hope you're right.""It will be, I'm doing this for your own good. Not because I hate you. I know what is like to work hard to get your dreams come true. I was from a lower class once. It's time for you to learn a valuable lesson, little princess." He gave me a side hug."I love you dad." I smiled while returning the hug."Are we ready?" Mom asked while entering the living room."As I'll ever be." I answered her."Good, now time for your first day of a new chapter." She smiled while giving me a hug. I just chuckled. I love these crazy people.........We arrived and were met by a man who appears to be my dad's age."I'm Carlos. Ni
It's been an intense week, everything in my body hurt. Yesterday I fell on oil car. I swear that thing hates me. Everyone laughed except, Chad and Ricardo. Which surprised me."Wake up, sleeping beauty." I heard mom's voice."Five more minutes, I'm too tired." I mumbled in my sleep."Is that a bruise?" She asked while looking at my arm.I turned around and face her, "yeah, I fell on oil car and hit my arm.""Working is hard, baby girl.""Grandpa is filthy rich, I doubt you had to work hard.""I may not have worked as a secretary, or a mechanic, etc. But you have any idea how long it took me for my story to be a best seller? I kept getting rejected." She told me as I sat straight."Not even with grandpa's power?""He offered help, buy I declined. I wanted to be successful on my own. And I did. I achieve my goal." She smiled. "Your dad and I know the meaning of working hard. Your brother too. And now it's your turn.""I miss being a kid." I sighed."I remember writing my story, and you
I went home and plopped on the couch. Working is not a walk in the park."So, rocky. What's new?" Aaron said while sitting next to me, I just chuckled."This girl is a pain in my ass. Not sure what's her problem." I rolled my eyes."She might be one of those girls who likes to fight just cause.""She deserves a cactus up her ass." I said as he laughed."Chantelle, you almost broke that girl's nose." Dad said while sitting in front of me."She gripped my bruised arm really hard. It hasn't even healed." I huffed as I showed him my left arm their eyes widened.I have a very delicate skin. Even the lightest hit will bruise me."What the hell?" Mom said while looking at my arm. "That wasn't like that, this morning.""Well, someone thought it would be fun to bruise it more.""I'm going to kick some ass." She was fuming, as she was about to leave, dad caught up to her and took her to their bedroom.A few minutes later, they came out. "sending you there was a mistake, let's try the bakery.""
Ricardo I watched as she disappeared in the crowd. She knew exactly what she was doing and boy was it working. Chantelle didn't play games, she was straightforward."Hot, isn't she?" I turned to see a girl with Eric. "I'm Maggie. Chantelle's best friend.""Ricardo or Ricky." We shook hands. "And I wasn't looking at her, I was looking at that other person.""That's an old woman." Eric mentioned, I just rolled my eyes."I have to go." With that said, I left."He so has the hots for her." Eric told Maggie."Big time, those two have a lot of chemistry." She replied as he nodded.As I made my way to the bathroom, I saw her dancing with Alex. They were really close. Alex is a perv, then again, Chantelle doesn't need saving since she ca defend herself. Screw it.Chantelle I dance with this cute stranger, no idea who he is. But tonight, is about letting free and relaxing, I'm just living in the moment. If my parents saw me like this, they would lock me up.I felt his hands leave, when I tur
We were interrupted by a woman entering his bedroom. We pulled away and I got off Ricardo's lap."Breakfast is ready, I'm Rachel, his mom.""Chantelle." We shook hands.We made our way to the kitchen and were met by his father and an older woman."I'm, Marla, her mom and his Nana." She smiled. I introduced myself.After getting acquainted, we had breakfast. The food was so delicious. Carlos told me that it was a traditional dish from Colombia."Amazing, thanks for a very delicious breakfast.""You're welcome, dear." His mom said."So, drunkie, want to watch a horror movie?" Ricky suggested."Yeah, I love them." I replied, we went back to his bedroom and watch the movie."I have a feeling with those two." Marla told Rachel."On yeah, this will proof that social classes don't matter when it comes to love." She replied.We sat in his bed and he put play."If you get scared, you can hold my hand." I told Ricky. He rolled his eyes."Try not to jump on me. Or be all over me if a scary part