𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘.. ✔️

24 .

Ngl this book is getting kinda boring so ima end it.

     3 years later

Crystal Angelo Vans 📇
Home📍
2pm⌚️

"Addy" Jameehl lifts his arms so I  pick him up from his chair, "I got a game next week." Mike walked down the stairs immediately heading towards me to take my son.

"I know. I checked your schools home page for news and I also saw that Elijah and you guys are the first thing you see when you click on the page." I spoke.

"Oh yeah he told me to tell you to pick up your phone when he's calling you." Mike walks to the refrigerator.

"Adda." Jameehl keeps saying as soon as his dads name drops and I roll my eyes. "Well tell him to stop leaving his clothes everywhere."

"Ima clean up today baby I'm sorry." I hear scaring me, "when did you come in?!" I ask him.

"I'm just sneaky like that." Elijah jokes laughing with Mike afterwards, "that's not good." I shake my head.

They continue to laugh making my son laugh too. "You and your team are on the schools homepage." I tell him.

"For real?" Elijah looks at me so I nod, "that's nice. We gone smoke to that." Elijah points at me before smacking my ass and kissing me.

"Ayo" I hear Mike say and then Jameehl's babbling can be heard in the distance and then upstairs so now Elijah and I are downstairs alone.

"Wanna get a round in before I take a shower?" He whispers against my lips. He just went to the gym and I guess he wants to have sex before he takes a shower to get all the sweat off.

"I don't want to be limping around later at your moms house but I can do something for you in the shower." I grab his bulge and smirk up at him.

"Say less." He grins and picks me up to carry me upstairs. "I can eat though right?" Elijah walked up the stairs.

"Please." I peck his lips.

Later

"How are they getting married before y'all?" Mike asked looking away from JD and Reese who just announced that they were planning a weeding.

Elijah and I looked at each other and just started laughing. We never even talked about getting married or anything, the way everyone is looking at us right now is so funny.

"Aight. We're next." Elijah spoke placing his arm behind my head. "We're not forcing you to get married." His mom said.

"Nah. We already married anyway." Elijah shrugged.

It has been three years since we made up and honestly it does feel like we've been married all this time.

We moved in together. We have a child, basically two children including Mike and we're bestfriends.

Never in my life will I even consider leaving him. I don't know about him but if he would consider leaving me at some point he's waisting his time right now with me and I don't think he'd do that because there's no reason to.

"It's okay with you if I propose, right?" Elijah asked my dad who was feeding our son. "Oh yeah. I'm happy about how far y'all have come together." He spoke.

I smiled staring at my son who was staring right back at me, his hazel eyes shining under the lights just like Elijah's.

He really grew up as a copy of his father but he has a lighter skin color and a different hair texture. Also I would say he has my dads eye shape.

He smacked on the fry in his mouth while still looking at me. "Why are you all getting married?" Naveah asked.

"Because we're in love." JD answered my mom cooing at that. "Headass." Elijah mumbled making Reese and my dad laugh.

His mom and I glared at him for cursing.

JD only smacked his lips. „My bad." Elijah apologised while still laughing. As annoyed as I am with how much he curses around our child his laugh makes me happy so I can't stay mad at him for long.

Eventually everyone is back home. Mike is playing his game while Jameehl is sitting on his bed saying stuff no one understands.

I smile at the view and close the door.

In our room Elijah is picking up his stuff from the floor and lowly singing a song that I keep singing too.

„I gave you an earworm?" I asked him making him turn around quickly, „mane you scared the hell outta me." he put the shirt he had in his hand in the dresser and then walked towards me.

I look up at him when he's infront of me and I know I'm blushing. But how can I not blush when he looks at me the way he's looking at me right now.

Suddenly he picks me up turns to the bed before putting me down. „Wassup." he smirks resting both arms on either side of my face.

„Nothing." My eyes flicker between his eyes, „how you been? You been doing good?" he asked more lowly getting serious.

This is one of the reasons I don't see myself not wanting to spend my future with him. We've grown so much together and I've matured much more and realised that he never really was the problem and it was actually me who had to mature more.

He's perfect. He randomly asks me how I am and other little stuff like that and I love it.

„Yeah. Very good and how have you been?" I ask him too, „I been great baby thanks for asking." he pecks my lips.

„I love you." I don't even notice myself but I barely say this first. Usually he says it and I reply with it but now being one of those rare moments he looks in my eyes and smiles.

„I fucking love you more stop playing with a nigga." he spoke making me laugh. „Can I hop onna game?" he asks when the laughter dies down.

„Sure. I'll finish cleaning up." I tell him to which he happily kisses my lips and then smacks my butt before getting up to go downstairs or in Mike's room, depending on where he wants to play.

I get up and clean up before taking a shower and then laying down. My son cries much less now and I enjoy it so much.

Somewhere in the middle of my sleep I hear the shower and then minutes after that the bed dips next to me.

„Pablo sleeping in Mikes bed." Elijah whispered while wrapping an arm around me.

„Awe" I smile still keeping my eyes closed.

„Goodnight. I love you." he kisses the side of my face. „Night. I love you too." I say falling asleep again with a smile on my face.

I've always wanted to live a happy life with a happy family. I didn't expect it to be like this but I'm more than happy now.

I'm ready for whatever the future holds.

This is it - With a happy ending of course 🤍

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