Chapter 187
we talking now, I guess that I gotta keep it real.
You probably would’ve been gotten me to fold had you been a bitch about it.
Like ignoring me and not giving me no pussy.
Instead, you became hyper focused on making up with me.
Was catering to me. Sucking my dick at least twice a day.
Writing me those love letters and shit. I aint never got sweet-talked down like that.
So, I was letting the shit go on, cause then you was gonna wanna go to bed as soon as the sun goes down, and fuck me for hours.
I just had to pretend like I was still mad,” he deviously chuckled.
“That shit aint funny,” I fumed, as I shoved his shoulder. “Yeah, it is. I can’t believe that you fell for the shit. A nigga
been breaking his neck to get back home. Cause you been fucking my brains out. Be giving me all those sweet kisses. So, I haven’t even been going nowhere, for real. Don’t want to. And that never dawned on you?”
I shook my head. “It really didn’t. Because the highlights of my days are when we chill in the backyard, and have the longest conversations about whatever’s on our minds. I hated that you wouldn’t talk to me.” I pouted.
He nodded. “I had to let that shit marinate. Let you see that I was serious. Aint finna be no back and forth, confused shit over here.”
I frowned. “And you was tripping to even think that way. I’m literally sitting here pregnant with your babies.”
“And? What that mean? Kids don’t stop shit.
Especially in your situation. My guess is that nigga can’t have kids.
So, he’d cry about it for a lil’ bit, then gladly raise my twins.
I could tell from the way he was talking.
He aint trying to let you go, and if he gotta accept the babies, then he’d do that shit in a heartbeat. ”
I shrugged. “I can’t argue with that. But it really doesn’t matter what he’s willing to accept. I’m done.”