Just Friends

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1 Month Later

"Derrick! You said I've have my baby back by Friday and we have yet to locate who has him! How do you expect me to trust you if you aren't telling me everything you know!" I yelled, with tears uncontrollably flowing down my face.

He let out a deep breath of frustration, "Calisa, I said I'd get him and I will! The day is still not over. And just 'cause you call yourself mad at me doesn't mean he any less of my baby than he is yours. I will have our baby back on Friday—today, as I promised. Just fucking trust me."

"Here you go again with this trust word, Derrick! Ever since I met you you've been telling me to trust you and—"

"And haven't I proven that you can?" He asked, standing from the chair he sat in at his desk.

"Yes! But—"

"Hell naw, no buts, I always prove to you that you can trust me. But this, this was out of my control! How'd you think I'd know someone would kidnap our child? I'm trying real hard, Calisa. This shit hard on me too!"

"Of course you didn't know but you sitting right here at your desk doesn't look like you trying to me."

He frowned, "And you standing here having a nervous breakdown is you trying? You sitting here, yelling at me and putting all this pressure on me is you trying? We've both exhausted every measure that we could think of. We're exhausted, we need some rest. Us staying up arguing at all times of the night ain't gon' do us no good. We'll think better with a rested mind." He explained

I allowed a few tears to release before I started back talking again, "Derrick, our baby has been missing for 4 days. He's only 1 month old and he's still at high risk—he barely made it home. He should not be out there, lord knows what could be going on and who he could be with. You're right, we shouldn't be doing this and playing the blame game, but excuse me and I'm so sorry...I'm just extremely worried, I want my baby back, and sleeping is the last thing on my mind. Didn't you just say the day isn't over yet? If we go to sleep we're wasting time and it will be over."

He ran his hands over his face, "Well, my wires are crossing, I'm working off of 2 hours of sleep. I need at least an hour nap. You can stay up if you want but I suggest you try to get at least an hour in as well." He said, plopping in his bed.

"What are you not telling me, Derrick? Because I know you know more than what you're allowing me to know." I said, overlooking his request for me to get some sleep.

He sighed, "If I'm not telling you something it's to protect your feelings and to keep you from worrying any further—you know how you get. Just...trust me." He said

I aggressively rolled my eyes, "What.is.it??? Derrick, this is involving our son, not anything less than."

He let out a deep, and long huff, "I got word that Troy got released on bail the beginning of the week so there's no doubt that it's him. I just been tryna locate him since. Troy that is."

My heart begin to pound rapidly, almost felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, "H-how? How will you know what to look for when you've been looking to no luck? Word from who? And why have you been holding this from me??"

"Calm down, chill. I just been doing my own digging through a few people I know, they don't know for sure yet either so they double checking for me right now. That's why we're at a stand still. I promise you, when I get up from this nap I'm on it!," he explained

"And as I said—" he begin

"Yeah, yeah, you know how I can get. What a lame ass excuse. That's our son, once again, you're talking about, so that excuse doesn't ride..." I paused, staring at the ground, "I just hope he's okay." I mumbled, staring down