Gloves And Us ✔

P O L A R O I D S

The shock avha had on her face when she saw all three of them together standing with a broad dangerous smile, I swear I felt embarrassed coz of them. What the fuck were they thinking before yelling 'welcome'.

"oh mios dios, look at her." mama said holding avha by her thin bicep examining her. "you are so beautiful sweetheart" she gushed holding avha's hands in her own. "mic, the bags" she said in an orderly tone and dragged the shocked awkward woman in with her.

My father without uttering a word took her silver bag as if used to the order my mother gave and looked at both of his kids in a boring manner. "what" he asked eyeing our wide eyes. "she's my wife. Once you marry that woman who is now getting showered by the love of my life, you'll be the same" rolling his eyes, he easily took the bag going inside.

"happy birthday ess" I said smiling a little petting her head in an awkward manner. "live and let others life kid" I said making her frown and squint her eyes at me. "suck your dick" she said exasperatedly. Shaking my head at her language I took my silver bag, stepped towards the door and pushed the birthday girl away. "get away fat bitch"

"look at you, body shaming me" she cried out holding my hand which had her hair gripped in it. "fuck off" I said dragging my bag and the fatso together effortlessly. "mama look your kid" she cried twirling facing me directly with a pained expression. "don't move if it hurts so much" she was so much of a drama queen I swear. "then fucking leave me" she tried hitting me in my chest as much as she could. "both of you!" mama yelled making both of us freeze. "mind stepping in mic" she said sternly looking at dad who was trying to hide his smile previously, now scared like us. "of-ofcourse darlin'" sighing and muttering some curses in some other language. This woman was multilingual, damn!

"either ways your hair is greasy" I let her go and she gasped in horror. "dad" she whined in despair asking for help. "let her breathe in peace, carwyn" he said fake scolding, bringing ess into his arms and hugging her close. Kissing the top of her head, he smiled. "you never take my side" she whined further making him laugh. "oh my gorgeous daughter. Don't take this dumbass thing to your heart" he said assuringly stroking her head. Too mushy for my liking, I left the living room dropping my bag in the corner in search of my beautiful lady.

"look at these" she laughed a little handling a small polaroid. Oh fuck no. not my pics.

"mom?" I raised my eyebrows. Damn not that photo album.

"what" she asked a if it was no big deal. "and see, this one was when he had a crush on a girl but didn't like her later coz she did laughed at his teeth" she said showing her the photo when I had my braces on and was crying on her lap. "he was very upset that day." she said smiling a little at me.

"come" she motioned me to sit beside her and I gladly did. I fucking missed all of it. My eyes went straight up to the beauty sitting beside my mum staring back at me with a small smile adorning her face. Oh how much I'd give to kiss her cheeks right now. Taking a seat, I looked at the polaroid mum had of my embarrassing stories. "this one's when he fell from the stairs. Both of my dumbass kids were fighting over the last oreo and he fell. That's how he got a scar on his forehead." she laughed a little at my 7 year old self who had packs of oreos laid infront of him and fatso was looking at me with a glare. Plopping my head on her shoulder, I closed my eyes relishing this memory for forever. Trying to live as much as I could and try to lock it deep in my heart. Trapping it forever.

"Avaha" my mother called out making my eyes flew open, looking at the possible encounter. "yes?" she asked her cheeks flushed red for some reasons. "please forgive my daughter when you want hun and please be comfortable here. Consider it as your own home" she smiled petting her cheek and got up leaving the room but not before kissing both of our foreheads lovingly.

"wow" avha whispered. I nodded at her, eyes widen. "indeed" I looked at her taking her face in my hand, cupping her cute cheeks. "may I?" I asked staring intently into her eyes. With a nod, I pressed my lips to her cute bow shaped perfect lips tasting her, moaning at the feeling. My one hand flowing back to her waist pulling her even closer, holding her tenderly in my arms. Oh fuck me Avha!

Dad and I sat awkwardly at the couch watching football being played on the TV. With a beer in his hand, he looked at it intently. As much as I wanted to blend in my dumb mind didn't try to cooperate well so here, I was feeling as if I was the guest in this house which smelled heavenly. I didn't even want to watch football. I hate the sport for some reason. "You better be having your eyes on the TV big boy." his stern voice called out. Fucking hell this annoying football. Fuck that shit.

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The fact that I have my exam tom and here i am updating, having bathed yet and need to have my dinner in an hour. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE JUDGE WHY HAVEN'T I BATHED!
This is short coz that was all i could squeeze out of my brain atp. 

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