Blake Griffin {One Shots}

The Fight (Part 1)

"God damnit Blake, I'm sick of this shit!" I screamed as Blake walked through the door of our home; late as usual. I looked from the floor up to him with a glare and then at the wall. I wanted to throw something but there was nothing within reach.

Blake stared at me with confusion, anger, and pain. I could tell I upset him, but he has been coming home late every single night and it's off-season! He should be with me, after all I am three months pregnant, crazily stressed out from it, and extremely hormonal.

"Baby, you know I was out with DJ and the guys. I was just catching up with them and I had a couple drinks. It was nothing to worry ab-"

"Nothing to worry about? Catching up? Catching up every single fucking night Blake? You should be catching up with your pregnant fucking wife Blake!" I cut him off screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Chantel, please. Hear me out baby girl.." He pleaded with me but I wanted no more bullshit excuses.

"Are you cheating on me Blake? Is that what it is? Am I not enough for you? Is our family not enough for you?" I cocked my head to the side and crossed my arms awaiting his response.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut as if he were irritated. It only pissed me off more. "Well? Are we enough for you?" I glared at him and bit down on my lip to hold back unwanted tears.

He shook his head before answering and my heart sank down into my stomach. "No, Chantel please stop being silly. Of course you're enough for me baby; both of you are more than enough!" He shouted at me and I was relieved but also hurt.

I will admit that I didn't believe him because where else would he really be out past one in the morning every night? I just don't know what to believe.

I walked over to the couch and I could feel him behind me, like he was my shadow. I sat down and he came up behind the couch and put his arms on my shoulders. I rolled my head back and looked up into his eyes as he looked down into mine. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. I weakly smiled back at him and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. He went from my forehead, to my nose, and then to my lips. As he reached my lips, an unfamiliar smell arose from him and I immediately stood up enraged.

"You motherfucker." I screamed and pointed my finger at him. "You lying ass piece of shit!" I kicked the couch slightly and turned around not facing him.

"Now what did I fucking do? Oh my god Chantel, I can never fucking win with you, can I?" He yelled back at me, but I didn't fucking care.

"Really? What did you do? Hmmmm... I don't know Blake? What did you do?" I smirked at myself and shook my head at him in disappointment.

He chuckled hysterically. "I really don't fucking know. But I know I'm not Houdini, so you're the one who kind of has to tell me." I could tell he was livid, but he had no fucking reason to be.

"Who the fuck is she. Is she better than me? Is it because I'm gaining weight?" I had so many questions to throw at him, but I couldn't say them all quick enough.

"Are you serious? Did you not just hear what I said to you Chantel? I'm not cheating on y-"

"Save your bullshit Blake." I turned around and shook my head at him while laughing. "I can fucking smell her on you. You know, you do a shitty job of covering that up." I spat at him and turned on my heel to race upstairs.

I could hear him following behind me. "Don't fucking follow me. Just don't."

"Baby wai-" I turned around and his eyes were puffy and red, like he was about to cry. "No." That was all I simply said and turned back around to continue upstairs.