She's a well known model, while he's known for his music. Will these two stay together and work through their problems, or give up and call it quits? Read more to see where this goes 🤭
That next morning, I'd awaken to the sound of ocean waves and rays of light dancing through the curtains. I sat up stretching my arms above my head, and then glanced to see Brent knock out cold. I smiled, then looked at the ring on my finger. It shined to the point my eyes started to hurt if I stared too long. Getting up, I go to the restroom to relieve myself. After that, I grabbed what I needed to get myself together. I threw on the baggy black sweats, with the oversize graphic white tee. Then, I slipped on my Jordan's ones that matched well. Lastly, I slid on the bucket hat that tied the fit together. Going back out into the room, I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his arm to get him to wake.
"Hmmm," he replied with his eyes closed.
"Baby, I'm starving and check out time is soon," I told him.
"Okay," he mumbled and laid there just a little longer.
Eventually, he got up and while he got himself together; I checked my phone. A few emails from Harley, and those just pertaining to fashion week coming up. And then there's a text from my mom.
Ma 💕: * 1 attachment* 🥺 look at her ❤️
Brianna was knocked out in this picture, with evidence of being milk wasted. She has those eyelashes like him, and curls out this world. I like the picture, and replied.
Will be home soon ❤️
15 minutes later, Brent is back in the room and getting dressed. After gathering the little bit of items we brought with us, we headed to check out. As we walked, we ended up finding a breakfast spot near the beach. He chose a table outside that gave us some privacy. Also, the view of the ocean was breathtaking. Looking over the menu, I decided to order French toast, scramble eggs, turkey bacon and sausage. And bottomless mimosas. After the lady took our order, and picked up the menus, she was gone again. I could feel his eyes on me, looking up we locked eyes.
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"What?," I asked him as a smile started to form on my face.
"Oh, nothing just admiring how beautiful you are and also thinking about how lucky I am to have you," he said.
I let my face rest on my hands, as this man made my heart swoon again. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but to smile back.
"Me? Let's talk about you for a moment. First of all, you're fine as fuck. Have the vocal cords hand crafted by the heavens. And what I love about you most is how hard you go for our family," I spoke while looking him in the eyes.
It's the truth, he makes sure we're always good.
"Thank you baby," he replied and leaned across the table.
I peck his lips a couple of times and then leaned back into my seat. After we finished eating, we sat there and talked a little while longer.
"You ready?," he asked me.
"Yeah," I said, grabbing my bag.
As we walked to the car, our fingers were interlocked. He opened my door for me and then got in the driver side. 30 minutes later, we'd arrive back home. Unlocking the door, we walked in and heard ma playing old school jams. Walking further in, ma held Brianna while swaying side to side gently. She was fighting her sleep.
"Hey ma," I gently spoke.
"Hey baby, y'all have fun?," she replied.
"Yes, thanks again for watching her," I responded.
"No problem at all."
"How was Brianna?," I asked her.
"She was good, actually slept through the night for the most part."
"Good," I said.
Carefully I took Brianna, and sat down talking to my mom. Brent eventually joined in. After a good hour, my mom left. It was just us again. While we watched tv, baby girl laid on Brent's chest looking at the screen. I snapped a picture of the two. Life is good.
Hey y'all, I know it's been a little minute since I last updated. Hope everybody is well. Thank you for the views and votes ❤️, keep those numbers going up!!! - thegirlwthetattoos ✨
