Sometimes being medicated eases my pain from reality, but doesn't fix anything. Although it sedated my insercuities, that's only temporarily. - August Alvarez
We laid up in the bed as June laidin the middle. Church walked up to me and laid on my chest. At first I was allergic to him, but once I got used to being around him that all faded away."
"Babe"Kiana said. I hummed in response." Now that I think about it, you technically did break a promise. Well more of a deal. No smoking and drinking until June is like two years old."
I thought about it and I did agree to that. "For real? Alright you got me on that one. It felt so good though. Baby, let's just smoke together once, June is already asleep and I changed her pamper. Let all that stress and shi...stuff will melt away."
Kiana would smack me if I cursed in front of June. It looked like she was debating on actually smoking. For someone like me that has been smoking for so long, it's kind of hard. Not like I'm an addict like I was to pills, but weed was something I could depend on.
Actually not smoking for a while did take my tolerance down from smoking. I was super high over my pops house.
"We can sit on the balcony and smoke out there. I'll even get the ice bucket and put our favorite wine in it. We can just look at the stars and chill." I had to put a little razzle dazzle on it. Along with dealing with me, June and work I know she is stressed. Sex will probably take the physically stress off her, but she needs to really relax.
"Fine, you know how to get me in the mood to have one of our vibe sessions." I got up from the bed and did my little victory dance.
As I danced I saw her dimples that really stole my heart away. I actually had some of our favorite weed already rolled up because I basically planned this. Just a simple night with my future wife. I may not be ready to pop that ring out, but I'm willing too. We haven't been together for a year, and she makes me want to marry her.
I went downstairs to grab the ice bucket that already had the wine in it. Then grabbed the wine glasses, and went back upstairs. Once I got back to the room, I saw June in her crib in her milk coma. It's an organic formula that we use. Kiana didn't want to breastfeed, I feel like she should have, but it's her body. Maybe our next child, she would actually try doing it.
Kiana is sitting on the love seat we have out there in one of my oversized t-shirts, and more than likely one of my house boxers.
When we started getting serious, wearing boxers outside of the house was a big no-no. All the boxers I had over her old apartment were cut up and burned. Then she walked over to me with MY chef's knife, with me knowing damn well my shit is sharp-sharp, and proceeded to threaten me. I found it sexy and dangerous.
(See how I envisioned it is not this but close. The chairs and couch whatever is not where it's at)
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Already seeing that she found the blunts I already pre-rolled for us.
"You're a sneak bastard you know that right." she said lighting the blunt.
