"Wit'cho confused body built ass! I hate yo' ass sometimes, I swear!", she angrily yelled.
'Okay, and? The fuck I care for? Bet you be on my dick again tonight though?", he snidely retorted.
She tsked. "Fuck you!", she sneered.
He smirked. 'You al...
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Whoever said that starting over would be freeing lied.
Whoever said that you will feel liberated once single after a bad breakup lied.
They lied about a lot of things. Lies can take but a second to speak. Yet, take decades to keep.
Why lie?
You tell one lie then you spend a lifetime telling more to cover the first. It is a never-ending cycle. Which is why I ask again, why lie?
"Zayn, the baby is hungry. Go get us some food", I said into my cell phone while flipping through the channels in search of something to watch.
"Alri-Ida?", his sleep-filled voice rung in my ear.
I hummed in acknowledgment. "Yeah?". I muttered.
"I know you fuckin' lyin'", he grumbled causing me to snicker a bit as I shifted my body weight to get a bit more comfortable.
"You sound sugary over there baby daddy", I commented finally settling on watching Fatal Attraction on TVOne.
"Idalia, it's fuckin' ass crack o'clock. You have lost your rabbit ass mind if you think I am about to get out of bed to go make a food run for you", he ranted lowly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. You're ackin' (acting) like it's not da (the) time dat it iz (is)", he added letting out a yawn.
I tisked placing a hand on my baby bump caressing where our latest demon kicked. I am not one of those in denial ass parents. My children have the most adorable faces and habits, but they are pure fucking evil.
I can write three Harry Potter Series-length books on the antics of my children. They act just like Zayn. He will deny it, but he and our three eldest might as well be quads.
"Sweetie, need I remind you that your weak ass pull-out game is why I am even calling you in the first place?", I retorted with a scoff.
The rustling of sheets could be heard through the phone. A small smile appeared on my face at the familiar sound. Not because of nostalgia, but because I knew that he was getting up to satisfy my cravings.
"Stop having such good arse pussy and maybe I could pull out", I heard him mumble to himself.
