3 POV's
Love triangle
New location
Same magic 🪄🔮✨
"...still wishin' that i was yo nigga." 🖤
i'm not good at the descriptions. y'all know this. skjskskskksk anyways enjoy. this is the last part to the "series" if you could even call it one.
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"You look good." Abella smiled, wrapping her arms around me before I could even step through the door.
"I look good? Girl you look better. Look at you stepping out in that dress." I smiled, biting on my bottom lip. "In a second I'm finna take you out of it."
"That's the point." She chuckled, kissing on my neck.
She knew that was one of my lil weak spots.
"Aight, aight...it smells like you cooked. Ion want it to go cold. Let's save this fa later." I sighed, wriggling out of her grasp.
"I'm sorry. I just missed you." She shrugged, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
I grabbed her arms with both my hands, rubbing them up and down. "I missed you too. That's why we gone save 'the best part' fa later mama."
"You're right! Now! Let me tell you the good news now that you've reminded me." She smiled, skipping her way into the living room. I followed her to the room.
Please don't say you're pregnant. Please don't say Abella is pregnant. God I ain't ready for this shit. Taking my coat off, I got ready to hear what she was bout to say.
"Wellllll I bought a bunch of pregnancy tests and tomorrow I have an appointment at the clinic! They're going to give me a fertility report! They're gonna help and see what else we could do to get me pregnant!" She bubbled, super passionate with the way she spoke.
I took a deep breath. "So ya family okay with this? Like you told ya moms what we tryna do? Ya pops?"
"Yeah...why wouldn't my family be okay with this?" She asked, seemingly disappointed that my tone didn't match hers.
"I- I don't know. Honestly...Ion think this is the right move for us Abella. We don't even live together. We might just be moving too fast." I blurted, unintentionally saying what was on my mind for real.
Plopping down on the living room couch, I could see her face turn red. She looked like she was about to cry.
I sat next to her, resting my hand on her knee. "Bella?"
"You are fucking with me right?" She snapped, all teary eyed. I removed my hand from her knee. Ion think physical touch is what she wanted right now.
"I thought you wanted this." She cried.
I could tell that her throat hurt.
Now I felt like shit.
"I do...well did. But I got to thinking. And I don't think...we're capable right now." I tried to explain.
"I mean we both have a steady income...we are together, I have family support, we're more than old enough, I just don't understand." She cried, wiping her tears.
