Friday, April 8, 2016

Chatting With Chelsea **Q&A session**

Chelsea: Welcome back everyone for another episode of Chatting With Chelsea. I’m your host, Chelsea Graham. You guys have no idea how excited I am about today’s guests…well if you watch my show regularly, all you all should be, then I guess you do know. I’ve been talking about this for weeks, how another one of my favorite shows was ending. I mean at the rate shows are dropping off, I won’t have anything left to entertain me, or guests to interview. But I’m rambling. Anyway, like I said I’m excited because today we have none other than the cast from the hit drama series Kiss of A Vampire!

So please give a huge round of applause for the woman you all know and love as Amari Smith, Vanessa Hale! **applauding** The man we all loved to hate to love in his role as Mulo Drakul, Thomas Palmer! **applauding** Mr. Licensed to impregnate, seriously his character knew how to make some babies! The one, the only Lamar Harrison! **applauding** Last, but certainly not least, the mastermind behind it all, Ms. Jazen Self!

Chelsea: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you so much for making time to come on my show and Jazen, thank you for coming back.

Jazen: Thank you for having me again.

Vanessa: I’m happy to be here.

Thomas: It’s my pleasure.

Lamar: Been looking forward to it.

Chelsea: Okay, well let’s get right into things shall we? Jazen, we wouldn’t be here if not for you, so we’ll start with you. I love the spin you have with your story. How did you think up the "Cursed love" angle for Kiss?

Jazen: Is that what this was? *laughing* seriously I didn’t think things through when I first started this script and the plot changed so many times that I really questioned who was in charge, me or the characters. Turns out they were. Honestly going in all I knew was I wanted to have a reason why Amari had to have the babies and things all morphed from there. Characters changed, grew, and somehow it all worked out into the show you got to enjoy.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Epilogue: Live, Laugh, Love

***1.5 years***

This was my favorite time of day. I’d started taking a lot of joy in the simple, yet peaceful quietness of sitting out on my patio first thing in the morning, with a warm cup of tea. It was my me time before the day really started. Sometimes these moments lasted longer than others. Today would be a short day as I heard wailing coming from the other side of the house. I welcomed the distraction because it meant I was going to keep busy instead of watching the clock.

“Good morning Graham.” His eager little arms reached out for me. 

Most days he was the first one up as if he knew he had to get the attention before his sisters woke. The only problem with that his crying usually woke up the other three. He was lucky this morning, his sisters seemed to be snoozing away still. After a quick diaper change, the two of us exited the room quietly.

“You hungry baby boy?”

“‘Ood, ‘ood,” he babbled happily in response.

“Yes, mommy will feed you. How about some banana nut oatmeal?”

I got him strapped into his chair before preparing his breakfast. The self-feeding stage was messy, especially when all four ate at the same time but it was all a part of the growing up thing. With each new milestone, I was a little sad at the fact these were my last babies, but at the same time I was relieved. They were getting older, doing more, which meant their personalities were starting to come through. They were all so very different, and even though they wore me out most days, I loved every minute.

“Are you excited to see sissy today?”

Graham frowned and shook his head. “No sissy!”

I laughed at his reaction. Most days they got along, but some days it did seem like the girls ganged up on him. If he had a toy that they wanted, they would just snatch it from him. Most times he didn’t even put up a fight. It’s like he already knew it was a lost cause. If they were like this now as toddlers I only imagined what the next few years had in store for me. I heard the beginning sounds of light talking coming from their room. The others were waking, my day was really about to take off.

Two hours later everyone was fed, dressed and happy. We were all having a good time in the play room when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I already had the door open before they got a chance to ring the bell.

“They will never be able to sneak out the house,” Finley said with a smile as she threw her arms around my neck.

“I’m sure they’ll still try. You did,” I returned. “Hi Zana dear. How are you?”
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Monday, April 4, 2016

Chapter 133: The Writing's On The Wall

It was strange walking into a completely empty and quiet house. Not even Fred and Wilma were here to greet me. CeCe and Trey had taken them for me since Ashley had been asking for a pet. They hoped it would be a good way to test how responsible she’d be in caring for one. I didn’t call or text anyone about when I’d be back. I knew they’d all show up here at some point if I did, and I needed just a few more hours alone.

I’d been second guessing myself since yesterday. Was I doing the right thing? I’d thought my decision was a good one, that the time at the resort had given me some much needed clarity, but being back home now I wasn’t so sure. Dropping my small overnight bag on the floor, I dropped down onto the couch and let out a forced exhale before digging through my purse to locate my phone.

I’d dreaded turning it back on, but I knew I couldn’t ignore everything forever. Once it was powered up, a flurry of dings rang out as all the missed messages started coming through. Text messages and voicemails, some from the kids, but most were from Marcus. I read through the messages from the kids, they all had the same tone, they hoped I was okay, that they would take care of things while I was gone, each one made me smile. It felt good to know they were supportive of the time I needed. My thumb hovered over Marcus’ name in the list, highlighting it, I hit the little trashcan at the top of the screen. Confirm Delete? I hesitated for a moment, I’d told myself I wanted to hear anything he had to say directly not through text or voicemail, but maybe these messages could let me better prepare myself for when I had to face him.
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