Damaged Goodz: Parenthood

20enty-3hree

Dre P.O.V
I stood under the hot water with my hand on the wall just relaxing. I needed this shower. My whole body was aching. This was some bullshit man. I took my meds and everything but nothing stopped these aches when they came except fo-

"My love!" I heard making me smile as I lifted my head. I love this man so much. We definitely didn't have an easy ride to where we were today, but now we were amazing. I mean at one point in our marriage he left me and we didn't talk for a whole year. Not talking about a few months or 11 months, but a full 365+ days.

He did me bad.

We're good now though.

"Yea," I responded as he walked into the bathroom.

"It's been an hour. You good?" He asked me as I nodded my head.

"Yea. My body is a little achy, but I don't feel sick today," I told him as he watched me. "You can grab my towel?"

He grabbed a towel for me and I turned the shower off stepping out. He walked towards me and wrapped the towel around me kissing my lips.

"We need to go grocery shopping today," I told him as he nodded his head.

"Get dressed," He said to me as he left out of the room. Dario was gone with my mom so it was just my hubby and I. I had been with Grant for going on 6 years now and I loved him so much. He was supportive he was caring and he was a really good dad. Of course, we still had our days like any married couple, but we always tried to not go to bad mad.

Never know when I might not wake up...

I quickly put some clothes on and slid my feet in my slides. Don't feel like bending over to tie my shoes. Damn, I feel like shit.

"I'm ready," I told Grant as I slowly walked down the stairs.

"You want me to go by myself while you rest?" He asked me as I shook my head no.

"I need some fresh air," I told him as I put on two of his hoodies. I get cold pretty easily.

"Go stick yo head out the window and stay here," He told me making me smack my lips.

"Fuck you," I told him chuckling as I walked to the front door. He lightly smacked my ass as I opened the door walking out. I'm used to it.

I got in the passenger seat as he got into the driver seat and we started on our way to the store.

"We should have a little cookout. Invite the homies and shit," I said as he looked over at me.

"Yea. We can do that," He said to me as I examined his face.

"Yo are you good? You've been acting weird for a while now and I just wanna make sure you're good," I said to him as he kept a straight face while driving.

"My husband is dying, I'm just a little depressed," He told me keeping his head straight as I sighed.

"Grant. I'm sorry," Was all I could say. I didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to get sick it just happened. I feel like Grant is taking this harder than me. I cough too much he's panicking, I sleep too long, he's panicking, I lose my appetite, he's panicking. I feel like that's where most of our arguments come from. I tell him to relax, he gets mad at me for "stopping him because he cares".

It's not that I don't want him to care it's just I know my body better than he does. I've been dealing with this by myself, so I know. He thinks I just brush him off to be mean, but it's really because I just know I'm good. He hates that shit though. I may say stuff a little spicy though. Majority of the time I'm a really nice person, but when I get irritated or mad I'm a completely different person. Like when that lady started talking shit to my son at his birthday party. Fuck her.