'You and Chris are having an argument about him being childish and you being petty. You guys have been going at it for a good five minutes...
Third Person.
Chris: How the hell am I childish???!!
He asked you trying to stay as calm as possible. You looked at him rolling your eyes and he mugged you.
Yn: THE SHIT YOU DO. IF YOU CAN'T TELL HOW YOU'RE CHILDISH, SHIIT!! THAT MAKES YOU EVEN MORE CHILDISH!!!!
Chris: Mane, fuck it. Iont give a fuck. You petty as hell always wanna start fuckin arguments, if I'm childish let me stay childish. Bitches like you get on ma mf nerves.
Yn: You just call me a bitch?!!??
Chris: I can't tell, I'm so mf childish.
Yn: You know what Christopher. You ain't shit. You're childish because the shit you are. You're not a man, or at least not the man you should be. You're childish because you let everything change you... This ain't you. So yea, you are childish. But not because the things you do because who you are. This bitch will make sure all her shit is out by tomorrow.
Chris: * not saying nothing/just starring*
Chris Pov.
I let her go... Only because she was right, this ain't me. And I'm not even gonna try bothering her. Not until I get my shit together at least. Not until I'm the man Yn always talked about wanting in her life. Or maybe she can find better...
3 years later...
Yn pov.
Me: BABY COME HELP ME DOWN THE STAIRS!!!
August: Aight Aight, I told ya pregnant ass tu wait.
Me: I know, I know. But I wanted my pickles and ice cream and you were taking a piss like that's more important than my pickles and keam.
August: *chuckles* So yo pickles mo important den ma piss...?
I lightly shook my head as he helped sit me on the couch. Me and August have been together two years and I accidentally got pregnant because the condom broke, I'm five months preggers and my cravings are horrible. It's like I'm not a human anymore. And this baby stays on my bladder so I have to pee like literally every five minutes. I smiled as he came back with my pickles and ice cream.
Me: *screams* So! You do love me!!!
August: Yeah, yeah, yeah you want anythang else ma?
Me: Well....I need my body pillow, my fuzzy blanket, and the stack of movies upstairs...
August: Aight baby...
August Pov.
I love this pregnancy shit it's entertaining, I mean you ever fuck with a pregnant woman even though you not post to. Shit is hilarious!!! Also when Yn be getting moody and cranky, I know it's only cause she wants this d-(gco)
Yn: AUGUST!!!!
Me: Wassup, whatchu need?
Yn: It's a nigga at the door...
I lightly chuckled joggin down da stairs. It's either the new homie Chris coming over to record or Travis big headed ass. I gave Yn all her stuff then threw in her favorite movie The Lil Mermaid. She got comfortable with her pillow then I put her fuzzy blanket on top of her. I took her trash from that nasty ass pickles n ice cream shit then finally got the door.
Yn Pov.
???: Damn nigga what took you so long?
August: *laughs* Ma baybeh momma.
???: *laughs* Oh shit ian even know you had a girl...
I know that voice. How the fuck do I know that voice... The person and August start walking over to me and I looked up to see the devil himself. Christopher....
Christopher: Yn?
Me: Fuckboy...
August: Ya know each other?
Me: Yup. Bae remember I told you Christopher the fuckboy. He was oso childish. Then I told him I was pregnant he said abort it, I ended up losing my child from stress?
Chris: Yn look I'm-
Me: a Fuckboy. I know.
August: Nigga das you?
I looked at August as he looked at the ground debating on what he should. Do he looked at Chris with furrowed eyebrows and his eyes cut at him. That's exactly how I know he's mad as hell.
August: Ya know I really wan beat cho ass, but ian bouta surrounded my Wife and unborn child with dat. So imma respectfully tell yo ass to leave. Befu I have ta kill a nigga...
Chris: ....so we aint doin dat song?
August: Fawkk no!!!
I watched August as he told Christopher something that made him scoff and smack his lips. August came over to me and sat down laying his head on my stomach.
August: Ya know, ian wanna put ya in dat situation. So as soon ass I see his ass onna streets imma have to beat dat nigga ass. If you ma baybeh ion need no niggas who harmed you to be in yo life. I'm ya man, and imma take care of you regardless. You ain got worry bout shit cause I gotchu. *kisses stomach* I gotchu to.
He lifted up being careful to not push on my stomach and start kissing me. I smiled a little I finally got my real man.
5 years later'
Me: Jr I already told you stop beim rough with your little sister. She's only two calm down.
Yes, we now have not one but two kids. I had Jr August 31st and had Angel two years ago September 3rd. Me and August are doing better than ever. Christopher is idk...nor do I care.
Jr: *snacks lips*
I was about to say something but August beat me to it. This lil boy got got his daddy's attitude.
August: Wha I tell you earlier. You got respect yo Momma....
Jr: *gets up/walks to me* I apologize for disrespecting you Mom... It won't happen again.
Me: That's ma baby, gimme kiss.
I kissed him all over his face and he giggled wiping it off and running away. Angel chased after him and they played on the slides.
August: Come mere ma.
Me: *smacks lips*
August: But he got ma attitude. Just come ovu here.
I laughed a little walking over to him and sat in his lap. He rubbed my thighs and put his head on my shoulder.
August: This perfect.
Me: You're perfect...
August: Nah, we perfect.
We continued watching the kids play and I just stayed snuggled up on his lap. He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes close to being sleep. I finally got my little family and my real man...
(A/N: Ik ain't nobody perfect, but let it be inna moment)
