All of Lydia's friend went away to college, meanwhile, Lydia was stuck at home taking care of a
newborn baby. Marquez parents were very disappointed in him and they made him marry Lydia
once they found out that she was pregnant. They did not have a wedding, instead they went to the
Justice of the Peace, and eloped. Only their parents and a couple of close friends attended their
little ceremony. Lydia's parents refused to pay for a wedding since they did not think that she
should be giving birth and getting married at eighteen. But Lydia did not care how her parents felt
or what they thought one bit. Lydia has always been a selfish person and only cared about her own
feelings and thoughts. But Marquez was madly in love with Lydia. She was the most beautiful
woman in the world to him. There is nothing he would not do for his beautiful wife. There is
nothing he would not give to his wife. To him, she could do no wrong. Therefore, he catered to his
wife and went along with whatever crazy, and whimsical ideas that she had.
There definitely wasn't a honeymoon in the picture. But at least Marquez's parents had a little bit of
compassion and treated everyone to a nice lunch at one of the finest and most expensive
restaurants in town.
Marquez Senior was a fine Noble Englishman from Great Britain. He was a world renown Plastic
Surgeon and made quite a fortune catering to the rich and famous all over the world. Many of his
patients came from Celebrities in Hollywood, California. He developed a "Fountain of Youth,"
serum that was used by the upper Eschealon of society. Being that most of his customers came
from Hollywood, he eventually set up shop in Beverly Hills, California.
He was sought after for his European techniques in Cosmetic surgery and spent quite a bit of time
abroad. On one of many trips abroad, he met his wife Natasha Trellis at a Theater in Paris. Natasha
Trellis was an African Goddess who lit up the stage with her unparalleled beauty, charm and grace.
She was one of the most talented ballet dancers that the world had ever seen. One look, and
Marquez Senior was in love. He courted Natasha mercilessly, on some stalker- like shit, vowing to
make her his. Once he found out where she lived, after following her home from the Theater one
evening, He sent her Dozens of roses every day.
He bought her endless gifts of Belgium chocolates, diamonds, pearls, and French perfume. He
even bought her some kinky lingerie and of course some edible lingerie made out of licorice.
Despite the fact that he wasn't a really good singer and his voice was hideously raspy, every night,
he would stand outside her balcony with an Acoustic guitar and serenade her into the wee hours of
the night. Or until someone called the po po on him for "Disturbing the Peace." Natasha fell in love
with the crazy white man and his crazy antics. She left the stage, in pursuit of happiness to marry
him.
Marquez Jr.'s or as every one called him "Mark," father agreed to pay his college tuition, but Mark
had to find a job to support his new wife and newborn baby. Mark was always gone. Between
working, going to school and studying at the library, that did not leave much time to spend with his
new wife.
Lydia spent most of her time alone with her son Marquez, whom she simply called "Max." They
lived in a small, two-bedroom, shabby, cheap apartment. The ceiling had cracks and brown shit that
ran down the walls. The walls had plenty of cracks and paint peeling off of them. The whole
apartment smelled like, Must, mildew, fish and outback, rigor booty. Lydia kept an endless supply
of Febreeze and Oust to tolerate the nasty smell that she was not accustom to. The floors had
holes in it and sometimes she would catch a dude standing on a ladder, peeking through the holes
while she took a shit on the toilet.
The windows had some brownish, grayish crud on them, with a yellowish, vomit looking crust
around the frame, that she could never get clean no matter how much she scraped and scrubbed
them. She eventually just gave up and bought some cheap curtains from Dollar tree to cover them
up. A great portion of their finances were used on buying diapers and rent. There wasn't anything
left over for furniture or anything luxurious like that. "Thank God for W.I.C!" or God knows how
they would be able to afford to feed their son. Lydia and Mark slept on a bed they made out of a
mattress and four milk crates. Lydia did have a baby shower, So Max at least had a crib to sleep in.
The window in their bedroom had a piece of the window pane missing so Lydia had to get some
Gorilla tape and a garbage bag to cover the hole in order to keep the draft from blowing in
through the hole.
The neighborhood was in a seedy part of town that was referred to as "The Hood." They lived right
next door to "Craig, the crackhead," who was always trying to sell them packs of meat that he stole
from the grocery store. On the other side of them, there lived a stripper with long, pink hair that
went all the way down to her butt, and long fake nails that looked like Talons, named Sheila who's
stripper name was "Caress." Sheila brought home and banged a different dude every night. The
walls were paper thin, so not only did you hear the bed banging against the wall, while Sheila
entertained her guest, but you also heard the men grunting and moaning. You always knew when
the dude was cumming and when they were finish because Sheila would always scream really loud
and say "Hey my nigga, before you dress, caress! haaay."
It wasn't the best environment to live and raise a child, but this was the only place they could
afford, for now. So for the three of them, it was home sweet home.