Queen Bee

January 2009 (2)

"Feels good?" Marshall asked, his thumbs kneading small circles into the back of my neck as I sat in between his legs perched on the bed, the TV quietly playing whatever random crime show Marshall had gotten into while I was away. 

"Mm." I hummed back, my eyes falling heavy as my head was almost completely rolled forward, enjoying every last minute of my man's magic fingers.  

Chuckling, he placed a gentle kiss against my bare shoulder. "I'm glad you're home. I missed you." 

Inhaling a deep enough breath to wake myself up, I leaned back against his chest, causing his hands to softly run down my arms. "I missed you too." I replied genuinely, cocking my head up slightly as he leaned himself over my shoulder, planting his soft lips against mine. 

"Why you so stressed, huh? You and your dad still fightin'?" Loosely locking his arms around my neck, his concerned gaze refused to leave me. 

Sighing, I gently broke our eye contact, slowly looking back towards the TV. "Yeah, I don't know. I didn't see him again before I left and I feel bad about it, but he's just bein' such a fuckin' dick." 

"Well, I mean- You know he just cares 'bout you, and loves you. He's got a right to be worried, baby. I was a horrible fuckin' person. I'd be tellin' Hai or Lanes the same shit."

"Yeah, 'cause you actually care about Hai and Lanes. You know my dad just likes to start shit for no reason." 

"Baby, you ain't really bein' fair to him right now." 

"Oh?" As my tone turned confused, I gently cranked my head back around to look at him. "Should we call Debbie and ask her about what's fair?" Lowering his eyes at me, I knew I had struck a cord. "I'm sorry..." I mumbled, moving my guilty eyes back towards the TV. 

He sighed. "Look, all I'm sayin' is he cares. Which is good, 'cause I care 'bout you too." 

"Yeah, well, he doesn't think so." 

"Mhm, I know. But I'ma call him and talk to him sometime this week, aight? And I shoulda done it sooner, but I just- Ain't think about it." 

"Really?" I asked, drawing my brows into a frown as I looked back up at him. "You're gonna do that?" 

"Hell yeah, I'ma do that. I'ma do anything for you." 

As a soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, my palm gently connected to the side of his face. "I love you."

Smiling back, he softly replied, "I love you too." Bringing his lips down to mine, we kissed once more. "Soo... Can I tell ya somethin'?" 

"Hm?" I curiously inquired. 

"I... I think I wanna release the shit I've been workin' on." 

Immediately pulling myself from his clutches, I quickly turned myself around to face him as my eyes grew double their size. "Really?! Why?! How come?!" 

Shaking his head, he shrugged. "I feel ready, and y'know... I ain't released an album since fuckin' 2004. I gotta get back on the wagon eventually." 

"Nu uh, no you do not. You can do whatever you want, Marshall. If Paul's pushin' you-" 

"Baby, Paul ain't pushin' me. I promise." He gently but sternly cut me off. "I just- I wanna do this for me. I ain't ready to give up on rap, and y'know, Forever did so fuckin' well. If there was ever a time to release it's now." 

"Well... Okay... So what does that- What does that mean, though? 'Cause I ain't gon' lie, the thought of you releasin' again kinda stresses me out, Marshall."