Come Share My Love

chapter Eight





“Dinners ready,” Essence called from the dining area. The table had been set earlier by Shyla. Essence asked her to set another plate but she wouldn’t comment on who it was for. It didn’t matter because she somehow knew it was for Zackary. She had different feeling about the situation. She was mad because he refused her calls but could she really stay mad and for how long. She did the same thing besides she cared for him. She cared a lot. Talk about being in a pickle.

While eating dinner the group discussed the trip to Napa and the plans of going to the winery and a 4th of July ball. Zackary let them know that if they didn’t have an evening gown for the ball that there was a boutique that his mother frequented that catered to the needs of all of their formal functions.

“So Zackary how often do you go out to Napa? We don’t see you much anymore.” Essence said, and then eyed Shyla.

“Not as often as I would like. But before the summer is out that’s going to change. I went after the trip to Jamaica but this will be the first time since then. Before that I hadn’t been in almost six months.” He looked at Shyla when he answered although Essence was the one asking the question. He could feel Shyla staring at him. He knew she was upset because he hadn’t called upon his return from visiting his family in Napa. He wanted to make sure she knew just where he was and why. “There were a few personal and business matters that I had to tend to before getting back here.”

“Well we are definitely glad that you are back.”

“Same here,” Felton said. His was mostly from a business stand point.

Shyla wondered what the personal matter was. Did he have a wife that he was not claiming? Baby mama drama? What? It really wasn’t up to her to pry into his business but curiosity was getting to her.

“So,” she cleared her throat. “Who cares for your place when you’re away?” That was the best she could do without being too suspicious. Knowing Zackary he could see right through her, which he did.

He was wondering if she was curious about that or was that a polite way of getting information about his home life. Did she want to know if he had someone stashed away at his home? And if she did, how could she think he was that kind of man. Hell, most women think that every man is that type a man until it is proven wrong.

“My family,” he answered. “It’s not just my land as I said earlier. We, my parents, brothers and I purchased the land. Well that’s not absolutely true. My parents purchased the land and my brothers and myself when we were financially able purchased portions that they had not yet used, from them. Of course they didn’t want that. They just wanted to give it to us but that’s like I’m inheriting it, not working for it. We’ve all built our homes and businesses there. My mom, bless her heart, thinks I should sale my practice here and take over the one I built there.”

Shyla put down her fork and folded her hands under her chin. “Well, have you at least thought about it? It may be a good opportunity. Beside, what’s keeping you here?”

He too put down his fork and mimicked her gesture. “First , and don’t get me wrong,” he held up his hands, “I love my family and I miss them like crazy when we’re apart but I made a choice when I built the practice there. I knew it would be a good opportunity and I gave it over to someone else to run but I still own it. When I go out there, yes I help out and I even come out to take over some times but that’s all I need to do right now. If it gets to the point where I just have to be there on a regular basis then I will make that choice when the time comes. Secondly, I love my work here. I have a great clientele. Felton and I both do. We know all of our neighbors and the animals in the area. The owners aren’t bad either.” He and Felton laughed. “Felton and I work great together and I wouldn’t want to work with anyone else. The only reason I was able to afford the property in Monterey is because of my business here.”

Felton spoke up, then. “Man that’s not actually true and you know it. You could afford it, and then some, even before your business here but you chose not to. You could have used your inheritance.”

“That’s true, but it’s like it isn’t even mine. I know it’s there and the purpose for it was to take care of myself and my family when I had one but I can’t see myself sitting on my backside spending money I didn’t earn. You know the story man.”

“Yeah I know. I would have done the same thing. I can’t see myself not working to keep my family out of the poor house. If we didn’t have the ability to do the things that we do then that’s one thing but we can work. We have the means and that option.”

“Exactly. Besides, I put that money away for the girls after they were born and I just add to it every month. The business in Monterey is doing really well and the cut I get from there goes into a trust, growing interest for any other kids that come along.”

Shyla began choking on the fork full of food that she had just tried to swallow. Zackary jumped up grabbing her hands and holding them over her head while Essence tried shoving water down her throat.

“Are you okay?” Felton asked. She couldn’t answer because Essence was still shoving the water. Water was going everywhere. She turned her head hoping that would give Essence a hint. It did. Back away from the water pitcher, why don’t you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Thank you.” She looked up at Zackary who was still waving her arms over her head. He gave a slight smile. She gave one back.

“Zack?”

“Yes love.”

“I think you can put my arms down now.”

“You good, you’re okay?” The look on his face was that of pure concern and fright. He knew a person that had choked to death when they were kids. And even though he wasn’t there at the time it still throws him into a panic.

“I’m sure Zack.”

“Okay, if you say so.” He put her hands down, rubbing her head in the process of sitting back into his seat. He continued to look at her. He wondered if her choking had anything to do with him mentioning his children. Did she dislike children? Or just the men that had them. If so why? Right now that was the million dollar question. He couldn’t be with a woman that didn’t care for children or even care for the man that had children. They were a package deal. His kids were and are his life and not even this woman that he couldn’t seem to get out of his blood would come between them. He continued to stare.

“What? I said I was fine.” She looked around the table. “Can we all just relax and finish our meal. It just went down the wrong pipe that’s all.” She went to put more food into her mouth but stopped when Zackary turned his chair towards her.

She turned to Zack and patted his hand with hers. “I promise I’m fine. So, what about your parents? Are they retired? Still working? What?” She smiled. “I bet your mom spoiled you and your brothers, huh? I didn’t have that luxury but I think it’s okay if a parent wants to spoil their children as long as it’s not to the point where they are so rotten that they won’t even listen to the people that gave them life.”

She turned to Essence. “Girl you remember Mrs. Mitchell had her kids like that, they would curse her out and disrespect her in so many different ways.” She turned back to Zack. “Do you know that when that woman got ill her oldest daughter put her away in a home and never went back to see her. She was alone when she died. They didn’t even give her a proper burial. Not even her grandchildren showed up.

“One of her great-grandchildren came to me and Essence and we helped her with the arrangements and the cost. It was pitiful how they did her and then to leave the burden onto a nineteen year old girl. Shameful,” Essence agreed.

Felton knew something was going on in Zackary’s mind because he hadn’t said a word or made a comment about the story but he had an unpleasant look on his face.

“So, are you going to tell me about your parents?”

“I’d rather talk about your choking.”

“Why? I told you it was nothing.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Uh oh.”

“Uh oh what? Zackary-” before she could finish his name he snapped at her.

“No. You choked when I said I had kids. Why?”

She didn’t respond right away. Was she trying to find the right words? They looked upon one another, neither knowing what the other was thinking. That was probably a good thing. Then she spoke. “Technically you didn’t say you had kids you said the girls,” she snapped back.

“Well, she’s got you there,” her cousin stated.

“Essence,” Felton warned. “We are not in this conversation. Let them handle this on their own. In fact let’s go to the kitchen, we can finish that kiss.”

“No,” Shyla held up her hand. “Stay.”

Zack turned Shyla’s chair to face him so that their bodies were parallel with one another. “That, my dear is not going to get you off the hook.”

“What hook? Do I look like a fish out of water?”

“At the moment, yes, now talk. Tell me why you had that reaction upon hearing that I had kids. Do you dislike kids?”

She blinked her eyes rapidly. “Are you out of your mind? You have no reason to question me like this. I didn’t choke because you have kids.”

“You’re a liar and the truth isn’t in you.”

“What? How dare you say that to me.”

“I dare, Shyla. I dare, I dare, and I damn dare. And I’m just getting started. And since you won’t answer the question it’s my belief that you don’t like children which is a real shame.”

“Stop it. I never said that I didn’t like kids.”

“You aren’t denying it either. You either do or you don’t. Which is it?”

“I don’t have to answer to you. You’re not my parent,” she sulked.

“You’re right, you don’t, and I’m not.” He stood up to leave. “Listen man, I’m out of here. I will call you later on.” He barely made it to the door before Shyla blurted out she did like kids.

“Alright, alright Zackary, I do like kids. Are you happy now?”

Of course he was happy. He had a smile as wide as the Atlantic on his face but she couldn’t see it because he hadn’t turned back around. When he did she smiled. As he walked back to the table she could see that his face hadn’t changed. His eyes were still dark with anger.

He sat back in his chair facing her. “I love kids in fact. I love them very much and someday I plan on having one or two, or maybe even ten.”

“Then why? Do you have a problem with men with kids?”

“Why in the hell would I have a problem with men who have kids? They have to get her some kind of way.”

“You’re deliberately making fun of this situation and trust me, sweetheart, trust me, it’s not funny from where I’m sitting.” His eyes were cold. He was angry.

Shyla tried to laugh it off. “No. I guess it’s not.” She saw that he was serious. He wasn’t just talking to be heard.

He shrugged his shoulders. “A bad experience or something?” he said more calmly.

“No.” She raked her fingers through her hair. “Okay look. My reaction wasn’t to the fact that you have children. Yes your comment threw me.”

“But why would it?”

“Why wouldn’t it, sweetie?” He started to say something but she put her hands over his month. “Wait.” She shook her head, not wanting him to speak. “Please let me finish and then you can have your say,” he nodded and she released his mouth. “I have known you for longer than a year and not once, at any point in time when the two of us were together or the four of us together have you ever mentioned you had children. Not once. Not even on the beach in Jamaica.”

“Hold up. What happened on the beach in Jamaica?” Felton asked looking at his friend and business partner for answers.

“And why haven’t I been told?” Spoke his wife.

“Sshh! And furthermore,” she threw her hand directing to her cousin.

“Essence, sure as heck never said anything about your babies when we talk, so how am I suppose…”

“Back up, back up,” he waved his hand back and forth from Shyla to Essence. “So you and Essence talk about me?”

“Boy. Ugh,” she smacked her teeth at him.

Felton sat back in his chair and started laughing. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Zackary licked his lips. “How often do you discuss me? What do you say?” He was really turned on by this. It meant he had a chance.

“We are talking about your children right now. I’m hardly going to entertain you with conversations me and my cousin have. Let’s stick to the subject, shall we?” She pouted. She had already said too much. The last thing she wanted was for him to know that she had been talking about him. His ego wouldn’t be able to handle it. “I’ve never even seen them and you’re here like a fixture, so what’s up with that? Enlighten me, Mr. Trellis.”

“Oh,” he blushed.

“Yes oh.”

He pulled her hand in his. “I hadn’t realized I never mentioned my girls.” His eyes softened as did hers. “They are at Napa Acres with my family most of the time and I get there every weekend or someone brings them to me, but we’re always together unless I’m working.”

“But they weren’t with you in Jamaica.”

“The Jamaican trip was a gift from my parents just for me. They said I needed the rest. And I did, but I spent two weeks with the girls afterwards.” His eyes had softened even more. She could tell that he adored his children

“Poppa Zack,” she nodded while smiling her beautiful Colgate smile that he loved so much. “It fits.”

“Thanks.”

“So Poppa Zack, do you have any pictures?” She went back to eating her meal.

“What proud poppa wouldn’t?” using her word. He smiled standing, taking his wallet from his pocket and handing it over to her. Then he unclipped his cell from his waistband and handed it over to Essence. “I don’t have nearly enough. I make sure I take them everywhere I go.”

Shyla began sifting through his wallet. She gasped. “You never said they were twins, Zackary.” She elbowed him playfully. He and Felton shared a surprised look. “They are so beautiful. What are their names?”

“Zaria and Zhaniya, my beautiful princesses.”

She continued to flip the pages. “Those are very beautiful names. How old are they?” Shyla never stopped looking through his wallet. There was at least a dozen or so pictures and she stopped and studied each and every one of them, like she was trying to make a memory. Zackary had beautiful children.

“They just turned three January seventeenth.” Shyla paused. “But they act like they’re thirty,” he laughed, but the surprised look on Shyla’s face stopped him cold. “What?”

“When did you say their birthdays are?” Had she heard wrong?

“January seventeenth. Why?”

Her eyes doubled in size. “No way,” she pointed to herself. “That’s my birthday.” Shyla was excited. She had never met anyone with her birthday or even in the same month.

“Seriously?” He looked towards Felton and Essence who were nodding their heads like crazy.

“Ask, Ess.”

“She’s telling the truth.”

“Wow. Isn’t that something? All of my girls have the same birth date.” If Shyla was offended by his remark she didn’t let it show. She was too busy studying another picture.

“You know at first I thought they were identical aside from ones hair being a little lighter but they really aren’t.”

“Sure they are.” Zackary said.

“They look enough alike. Was it difficult to tell them apart? You didn’t have to label their diapers and booties or anything that crazy did you?” Shyla laughed.

“Actually, in the beginning I did.” He used his fingers to name the things off. “We labeled their beds, their clothes, shoes, you name it we labeled it. But after a few months we got use to their ways and temperaments, not to mention as you said, one has lighter hair. It wasn’t that noticeable back then but now it is. So if they ever want to switch places on me, they’d never get away with it.”

“Would you believe, Mr. Trellis that I can tell your girls apart? Aside from the hair.”

“From a picture? That’s impossible.”

Shyla looked at Essence and winked.

“Trust me it’s not impossible. Look at this picture with them together.”

Zackary pulled the chair even closer and rested his arm across the back of Shyla’s chair. They must have forgotten that Felton and Essence was sitting at the table because they were left out of the conversation and both Shyla and Zackary got really cozy with one another. Shyla could feel his warm breath on her cheek and it was sending warning signals to the rest of her body but she ignored them. She was too fascinated with his twins that shared her birth date.

“What am I looking at, besides my beautiful Princesses?”

“Awe! That’s sweet.” Shyla pinched his cheek. A playful gesture but it felt like heaven to Zackary. “Is this Zhaniya?” She was pointing to the three year old that looked so much like Zackary that it was uncanny. Full pouty lips, mountain peak eye brows and hazel eyes with a touch of gold.

“Yes. That’s my Niya. How did you guess that?”

“She looks like a Zhane or Zoe, where as this one looks like a Zaria or Shyla, you could say.” All eyes were on her like she had just dropped from the covered coach. “What? She reminds me of me when I was little.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Well pictures of me anyway. I looked like both my parents.” Her eyes got a little misty. She missed her parents. They just up and went away one day, never to be seen again. Zackary massaged his fingers through her hair.

“My eyes were slanted like hers and I have the cutest little button nose, like she’s got. See.” She touched the tip of her nose.

Zackary’s next moved shocked them all. He kissed the tip of her nose. It was quick but it was so sensual.

“Hey!” She pointed. “Stop that.” She turned away but the smile that graced her face said it all. She liked it.

“Well it is cute. Besides the girls have the same nose.”

“I beg to differ.”

“That’s an understatement if I ever heard one.” Felton stated. He was rewarded with a kick from his wife and a hard stare from his cousin telling him to keep his opinion to himself.

Felton held up his hands, in a gesture that he was backing off. He knew what Shyla was capable of, but his wife would have been far worst to deal with.

“Anyway, Shania’s nose has a short bridge to it whereas, Zari’s doesn’t. And look here,” she pointed. “Zhaniya has a dimple in the crease of her mouth. It’s so cute.” Shyla cooed. “Looks like a half heart.”

“How can you see that? Who are you, superwoman?”

She shrugged. “I just can. I study people a lot. They are so, so adorable. Can I have them? You’ll never have to pay child support and I’ll take really good care of them,” she smiled.

“Woman, you can’t have my kids.” He thought about what he said. And it didn’t come out right. “I’d like to re-phase my answer. Yes you may have my kids.” Her eyes brightened. “My sons, but in the meantime, I don’t have a problem sharing my daughters.

“Really?” Zackary was up to something. “Out of curiosity what do I have to do? And don’t say have your kids.” She waited at most a minute for his answer when he wasn’t saying anything just sitting and staring she rushed him. “Spit it out already.”

He pulled her closer and whispered into her ear. At least that’s what Felton and Essence believed he was doing. He had actually used his tongue to tease her ear lobe and then blew it dry. Her eyes fluttered closed. Talk about a wild sensation.

Mercy, she thought. The only word that came to mind was, FOREPLAY. When he finally pulled away her eyes were still fluttering.



“Sound good to you?”

She didn’t answer. She was still in a state.

“Should I give you more details?” When he bent back to complete the task, she raised her hand to his mouth and covered it with her palm.

“No. I’m good. Just needing to let some of what you said wear off. That was,” she let out a deep breath, “kind of intense.”

“There’s more,” he said into her palm.

“I’ll take your word for it.” She continued looking at the pictures. Or at least that’s what they thought. She was trying to compose herself.

“I’ll definitely have to think about what-” she stopped because she saw something that wasn’t supposed to be in his wallet, and it wasn’t a condom.