(Seven Years Later)
(A.J.'s POV)
"Ajahie, wake up baby, it's time to go," I said gently shaking her awake.
"No, daddy, I'm still sleepy,"
"I know, but we're going home,"
"Home?"
"Yes, remember, last night was the last concert," She sat up. " Hurry and brush your teeth, wash your face, and get dressed, we're late already," She giggled and ran into the hotel bathroom to brush her teeth. I put the clothes she had picked last night on her bed. I lied down and after about five minutes someone knocked on the door. "Come in," I sat up on the bed as Howie entered the room.
"A.J., hurry up, the plane leaves in 30 minutes,"
"All right D., Ajahieanna just has to-"
"Get dressed," she said. "Hey Uncle Howie,"
"Hey Ajahie," She went back into the bathroom, and minutes later walked out with her long silky jet black hair with streaky natural shiny blonde highlights, neatly brushed going down her back, fully dressed, striking baby blue eyes, lighter than the Florida Keys, shinning brightly, and looking beautiful, and exactly like her mother. Her mother, who I haven't saw or heard anything from in 7 years. How could she just walk out on our daughter like that?
"Ajahie, you're going to ride home with Abby all right?"
"Don't I always?" she asked. "Why can't I ride home with you Daddy, I never get to,"
"I don' want you in the public, you understand don't you baby?"
"Yes, I do," We had had this conversation before.
"You ready?" I asked. She nodded.
(MaKentreey's POV)
"No I didn't get an abortion Jamie, I gave her up to her father,"
"And now, after seven years you want to be in you daughter's life,"
"No, not after seven, I regret ever just giving her to her father, I made a horrible mistake, I regret it, and I know I'm a terrible person because of that,"
"You're not a terrible person,"
"Who else would give up all rights to their child because they wanted to go to college, and be successful in life, I'm so selfish. Look what I did to poor A.J., the boy that I was so in love with,"
"Make it right, I mean he lives here in Palm Beach, go try to be apart of your daughter's life,"
"I can't, not after all these years,"
"Try, you never know what could happen,"
(Later that day)
I hesitantly rang the doorbell to the house that I was hoping and praying belonged to A.J. I nervously listened as the doorbell sounded throughout the house. I heard footsteps walk toward the door, and seconds later, it was answered
