"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?"
"And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened t...
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Yasin in the MM.
Yasin Dowery An hour later
"Yeah, man.."
"Thanks again." I said to the homies Trey and Chaz as they left out the front door and I closed it behind me.
A nigga had a fresh cut, a fresh face tatt and my girl was happy. It wasn't shit else a nigga could ask for in this moment.
I was content.
"Yo, ma!" I called for Mi as I plopped down on the couch in the living room, rolling my blunt now.
I had hair all over the floor like she asked a nigga not to and I knew she was gone have my head.
I also knew that I could make it all better though once she saw the tattoo I'd gotten on my face.
I knew she'd love it.
"Baby!" I called again as I rolled my blunt, sealing it closed with my tongue.
I could hear as her house shoes sliding against the marble floors before she came all the way down the staircase and into view.
"What, Yasin?" She spoke with more attitude than intended as she came into the living room, seeing me and the mess I'd made.
"And did you really have to get hair all over the floor, Yasin?"
"I asked you nicely." She went on, talking her shit now and I could tell she was mad again about some shit different from this, so I ain't even say shit.
I just let her keep on talking, it'd eventually come out.
"All you ever do is mess up in here."
"I clean this house top to bottom every day and you don't even take that into consideration."
"And I asked you nicely to stop leaving guns around here." She spat, roughly grabbing one of my guns off of the table and handing it over to me.
"It's really getting annoying, Yasin."
"It's been annoying." She went on as I put my blunt to my lips and lit it so I could get high.
I needed to get high right about now because shit was feeling like it was right back at square one.
I smoked my blunt and inhaled sharply, trying get high faster as she grabbed the broom and the mop from the kitchen.
I watched as she then began to clean up in her pink silk robe with her hair straightened and down her back just like I liked.
I ain't say shit to her though as she did, knowing she was hot. I just smoked my blunt and blew my smoke in the air before I grabbed the remote and turned on ESPN to wait for the game to come on.
About an hour went by before it did and when it did, Mi was in the kitchen cooking quietly now as I smoked my second blunt of the night, watching my boys play.
"The fuck?!" I yelled at the screen as a false ass call was called by the refs and Mi came out of the kitchen with a plate of chicken, rice, corn and broccoli with a cracked opened beer on the side.
"Thank you, ma." I said to her as she sat it down in front of me before she quickly turned on her heels and tried to walk away from me but I grabbed her wrist.
"Com'ere yo."
"Stop fuckin' playing with me." I spoke sternly to her as she tried to roll her eyes discreetly but I'd caught it, pulling her into my lap.
"What I do?" I asked her as I wrapped my arms around her, shoving my head into her neck.
"Yasin, stooop." She whined as I left kisses against her neck before biting her a little bit.
"Nah."
"Whatchu' mad at me for, ma?" I asked her again, still holding her in my arms.
"I'm home, ain't I'm?"
"I'm here with you—"
"—spending time with you, ain't I'm?" I went on saying to her as I continued to leave kisses on her neck and I knew she was mad about something because she was trying her hardest not to give in to a nigga.
But she knew that I was going to make her.
"Look at me, Mi."
"You ain't even see my tattoo."
"Look at what your man did for you." I went on telling her, trying to get her to see my tattoo and she finally looked up into my eyes before her eyes went wide.
"Yasin." She couldn't help but to smile as I licked my lips slowly with a smirk.
"Baby, you really got my name in your face." She spoke in disbelief, placing her hand on my face before she put it out to run her fingers over it.
"Ah shit, baby." I groaned deeply, flinching hard when she touched it.
"It hurts?" She asked me softly and I nodded, considering the shit was right under my eye so it was sore at the moment.
"It's aight though."
"I'd get a million more for ya'." I told her, talking my game to her now but I really meant the shit.
She knew that.
"Yeah?" She raised her eyebrows, testing me.
"Where?" She snaked her neck jokingly and I smirked to myself, trying to think.
"Most sensitive part of my body, ma."
"Where?" She asked with a goofy ass smile on her face and I couldn't help but to laugh to myself.
"My balls." I told her as she busted out laughing and I couldn't help but to do the same.
I loved my girl and I loved seeing a smile on her face. Plus I was trying my hardest to make it up to her, considering I knew I did some fucked up shit before.
Including embarrassing her in front of her class and in front of my family.
I just wanted her to be happy though so I was going to do whatever I had to do. And I was going to start by listening to her brother's words.
Apparently, a nigga had to be nurturing so that's what I was doing.
She stayed silent now as she continued to look over the tattoo again. All before she got out of my lap completely and began to clean up the small mess I'd just made again with my blunts, the guts and the wrappers.
I ain't say shit as I watched her move around the living room, doing what she usually does as I shifted my focus back to the game, realizing we was up.
"Exactly." I mumbled to myself, digging into my food as I ate and watched the game at the same time.
"Sin, come upstairs when you're done."
"Leave the dishes in the sink, I'll get them in the morning." She waved off.
"Aight, baby."
"I'a be up there in 30." I assured her and she nodded her head before leaving the living room completely.
