if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 126

Capri Martin, the next morning
I woke up to the sound of the kids, giggling and little feet pitter pattering against my floors. I already knew they were in some shit they weren't supposed to be in. But I legitimately didn't have the energy to get off of this couch.

Reaching for my phone, I widened my eyes at the time. It was 7 in the morning. What the hell were the girls doing up so early?! I thought I had at least until 9 or 10.

I sat up on the couch, almost getting off before I noticed Quentin had been below me. Asleep on the floor and snoring. A flood of feelings and reminders from last night hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw him. I almost teared up looking at him.

How he acted last night. How he reacted to me telling him I was pregnant. Like he didn't want a kid with me. And now I was overthinking at the crack of dawn. Wondering if he still wanted to be with me. Wondering if he'd still been thinking about Amber. Wondering if we'd been drifting. Thinking about his implication of aborting his child.

It made me so upset with him. I couldn't look at him with loving eyes. Only disgust and the sad feeling that I, myself had been drifting from him.

The feeling killed me because I loved that man. So hard...But he just kept disappointing me. We weren't seeing eye to eye on anything.

Getting up, I purposely stepped on his hand. Hard and made sure to put all of my weight on him. Then I followed the sound of the kids and made sure they were alright.

Making my way into the kitchen, I saw that it was TORE up. I don't understand how we didn't hear this shit. Cereal bowls out, milk on the floor, cereal pieces scattered everywhere, paper towels off the rolls and thrown across the entire kitchen, and my fucking good soap being wasted in the sink. It bubbled and foamed to the top, spilling over and making a sudsy, soapy mess.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I sunk in the fact that they were just kids. Once I got that out of the way, I opened my eyes and continued to handle this.

"Ladies!" I spoke, sternly. They froze in their spots, immediately calming down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ayla apologized.

"What happened?" I sighed, looking around.

It was taking everything in my power to be patient. Because between this, the hormones, and what I was going through, I honestly wanted to jump out of the window.

"We woke up and tried to make cereal." She pouted. "But the milk spilled when I tried to pour it."

That explained the paper towels everywhere. Honestly, I couldn't get too mad. It was an honest mistake and I should've been up to help them.

"It's okay you guys. It's not your fault. Just...turn on some cartoons and I'll fix you a big breakfast before your parents pick you up. Okay?" I spoke, assuring them that this wasn't a big deal.

I didn't believe in major punishment or hitting kids. It wasn't necessary. They were kids. That's what they do.

Nodding their heads, they made their way into my living room. And just as they left, Quentin entered rubbing his eyes and too tired to notice how bad the kitchen looked.

I didn't say anything as I started cleaning it. I was gonna pretend I didn't even see him. I was planning on just doing this shit in silence. If he spoke, I was gonna ignore him. But he didn't...he just started...cleaning with me.

He grabbed his own garbage bag and cleaning supplies to do it too. And in no time...the kitchen was spotless. Like the kids never touched it. Tying the trash bags, I handed mine to him and he took them both out to the disposal in the hallway.