[Book 2 of "Nanny Dearest"]
Have you ever felt an itch?
Like one that you can't scratch
It's tempting
It's aggravating
And it won't go away.
I've been clean for a year and five months
This itch feel like it's coming back.
Attempting to balancing...
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"Stop it." I said in a stern voice feeling my fiancé hand tried to sneaks his way in the slit on my dress; I'm trying to cook before my son comes home but Ruslan likes playing all damn day.
"Why you treat me like this." He complained being dramatic feeling his chin rest on the top of my head.
"You know we can't have sex the doctor said six weeks." I poke his memory earning a grunt from him; I shift moving my right arm to get the metal spatula. I'm making French fries and I needed something to move them around to make sure it's cooked.
It's hard cooking when you have a big man hugging you twenty four seven.
I don't complain.
He's sweet.
"He said four to six wee-
"Not you being technical." I muttered and I jump feeling Ruslan kissed my neck.
"That's like two months." He complained and I snicker.
"I have to heal, you want me to rip my shit?" I said and he was about to answer me but I shush him quickly earning a chuckled.
"What are you cooking?" He asked starting up an actual conversation.
"Our son want French fries and nuggets; so instead of bringing him to fat ass McDonald's I'm cooking it at home. If the boy want extra salt we have it on the table." I spoke moving some of the fries to the strainer to sat on top of the small pot so the oil want sit with the fries. I had a paper towel down as well.
"McDonald's don't even cost the much-
"We waste money on fast food Ruslan; also I did not go grocery shopping just for the food to sit there- Ah don't you have work?" I asked him feeling his arms removed themselves as he went to lean on the island. I looked over to see him in his phone before wiggling it in his hands showing me the screen.
"I'm done; just cashed out." He said and I crack a smile shaking my head.
"How much did Tesla go up?" I asked paying attention to his work.
"90.5 percent; not really aiming for much just wanted a few bucks in my pocket." He said standing up straight while he yawned and stretched.
"How much you invested?" I asked curious. I don't know investing in shit is like gambling to me; Ruslan just good at it.
"Hundred thousand." He answered.
"And you cashed out? Let me have fifty thousand." I suggest and I heard him laugh; I place the spatula down and put my hand on my hip as the other lean against the counter while I looked at him.
"What you need fifty-
"What's yours is mine and mine is mine." I stated and he smirked.
"Mmm sounds like a scam." He teased and I felt the corner of my lips tug.
