my heart can't tell you no - Tabby/ Monique

[oliver jean girard]

After the long fight with Monique and everyone else that put thier two cent into the chat, Oli was on his way over to see Monique, and hopefully his son, Sebestian. I know, at first he didn't believe that he was his, but after looking at a picture that Monique had sent him, He just knew that Sebestian was his child. He felt like the biggest dick-head ever to walk this earth. He sighed, as he got into his car, and turned it on. He sped out of his driveway of his condo, and pulled out of the parking lot on his way to her house. He smiled, as he reached the apartment even more. Monique gave him the chills, and made him nervous. As much as he hid it, She did. And He loved her. That was always the issue. He couldn't walk away, ever. He actually cared for her. Now that they had a kid togther, they really couldn't be like this. He knew that. He had to get serious. This was serious. Oliver pulled into the parking lot for her apartment. He shut off his car, and then pulled the keys out. He sat there for a minute, thinking of how everything would turn out. He really did love Monique, and he didn't want to mess it up. But, sometimes, She got him so mad, that he said things that he knew would hurt her, or make her upset. He didn't mean to, but sometimes, she just got him so mad, that he can't control it. He soon opened the door, and walked out of his car. He locked the doors behind him, and then walked up to the apartment. He pressed the number of her room, and then opened the door. He walked up the stairs, and went to the second floor. He turned on the hallway. When he got to the door, he knocked at the door. Standing there, waiting for her to answer, was probably the most nerve racking thing for Oliver....

[monique belle prideux]

Monique sat holding her baby, waiting for the man she use to call her Prince Charming to come to the door. She had donned Sebastien, the squirming infant, in his most adorable “Mommy knows best” onesie. She kissed his head and placed him in the rocker before moving to start dinner. Her mind wandered to the former dream boy, Oliver. He loved her at one time, she knew. Now she wasn’t so sure. The doubt came to mind when he doubted her love and demand her profess it with hickeys on her neck for everyone to see. It only got worse until she found out she was pregnant.

Then what happened? He denied her, called her a slut, and then left her in the two bedroom flat alone and pregnant. She was so scared. She didn’t know a thing about raising children and she was scared to do it alone. Monique had left France, so her parents weren’t around. They weren’t there to help her through any of it for that reason. So what was a poor foreigner to do? She finished her schooling and got a nursing degree. She also got a job and began to pay for the flat alone. It was hard but her baby needed a place to stay. Then one day, the woman thought the child and kicked her bladder and made her pee, but it wasn’t. It was her water broken. She called up her new friends at work and had them meet her at the hospital. That was when Sebastien graced the world with his debut! He beamed up to his mother like a happy child. And that’s all Monique wished for him… just to be happy.

Monique felt tears run down her cheek at the memory and jumped when she heard the knock on the door. Instantly, she ran to it out of reflex. She stopped three feet short to pat down her hair and wipe her eyes. Then, she opened the door. There he stood. Her Oliver. Monique moved out of the way for him to enter without a word. What was there to say anyway.

[oliver jean girard]

once the door opened, Oliver looked at Monique. He flashed a smile, and then ran his hand through his hair, as he stepped into the door. Oliver took a casual look around the flat that he once had shared with Monique. He nodded, of course, it looked the same as he left. This girl never got over Oliver... But did Oliver ever get over her? No. Even know he partied, had sex with other girls, Oliver still loved her. He always will, though. He stood there, and then looked to where he heard his son cooing, and making sounds. Well, that was sort of cute. His eyes looked back at Monique. Okay, well, this was awkward now.

He sighed, and then said" Well, Do you need any help, Monique? I said I would help, so please, tell me what to do." He looked at her, with a look that he was serious. Oliver never really let anyone have the orders when he was around, but he was willing to share that if it meant he got what he wanted in the end. He smiled, and then looked at her, waiting for the answer to come out of her mouth. Sometimes, Oliver hated waiting. Wait, no, Oliver always hated to wait for something. Especially when it came to someone telling him something. Oliver wanted, and demanded answers right this second. He looked over to his son. He casually walked over, and stood there staring down at his little son. What he created with Monique. He smiled, and then said" He looks like me. Alot."

[monique belle prideux]

Monique took a gulp of air as she looked him over. He has the same strong eyes that brought her to him. He looked like the devil in disguise. His halo was held up by devil horns and she knew it. He tended to act nice when he was getting what he wanted but if you took that away from him, he turned into a malicious beast. She knew well that she had to tread lightly around him. Beside him, the French woman could tell he was gazing at the flat. Nothing had changed since he left. She couldn’t stand to take any of his pictures down. Only minor changes had been made during the holidays, when Monique put up a small tree in the corner of the room and bought a few gifts for her and her new baby, but that was it. The same old flat that it was before.

Monique moved to the baby, lifting him into her arms. Gently she rocked him. “Juste obtenir les plaques, s'il vous plaît.” She answered to him, rocking the baby like she always did. She loved her baby and everything about him. Even if he did look somewhat like the man she use to… well still loved. He was growing to be his spitting image in every way. “Il le fait. C'est ce qui me tue.” The woman held her baby closer, hiding her face in his shoulder. She missed holding him during the work day.