Love Life (Sequel to Thug Life)

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Christmas Day, Sunday
12:15pm

Christmas music was booming through the house as I came down the stairs. I looked in the kitchen and seen Promise dancing while she was by the stove.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas,There is just one thing I need, I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree" she sung and I chuckled to myself. I walked up behind her slowly and wrapped my arms around her waist. She jumped and looked back at me while smiling.

Grabbing her phone she turned down the music. "You scared me" she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Merry Christmas"

"Merry Christmas" I smiled and kissed her lips. She turned back around and stirred whatever it was in the pot.

"Why you up so early?" I asked not letting go of her.

"I had to start cooking. You know everyone is coming back tonight" she turned down the stove and I nodded while kissing the crook of her neck.

"Babe come on" she moved her head and laughed.

"What?" I danced my tongue on her neck as she turned back around.

"I'm trying to finish cooking and you keep touching me"

"Cus I miss touching you"

She smiled at me and I pecked her lips."Ight I'll let you finish" I smacked her butt and was about to walk off but I felt something.

"Don't even say anything" she pointed.

"What was that?" I laughed and she playfully rolled her eyes.

"You started my period early"

I leaned on the counter while she went to fridge. "I knocked yo period on?"

"Yes now drop it and start the gumbo please" she placed everything on the counter and I put my hands up and turned around while chuckling.

I washed my hands "You talked to Melly?"

"Yeah Rico will be over in a bit"

I nodded and started making the gumbo. Promise turned the music back up and turned the Christmas music off. I waited until a song started again and looked over my shoulder to see Promise singing into the wooden spoon while I nodded my head to the music.

"Wasn't nothin' like that Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first time She was in my math class.." she put the spoon to my mouth.

I looked down at her while I rapped. "Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass. Sat beside me, used to laugh at mad jokes" We went back and forth rapping the lyrics.

This is the shit that I missed, when I was locked up and when we wasn't seeing eye to eye. Just spending quality time together or even being in the same presence as each other when we wasn't doing nothing but breathing the same air. All my worries wash away just from looking into her eyes that make me fall in love over and over again. She laid her head on my chest as we swayed back and forth from laughter, she looked up at me with this expression I couldn't read. I turned down the music on her phone.

"What's on yo mind?"

"Nothing" She shook her head and went back to cooking.

"Come on Promise"

"Well it's Christmas and I was just wondering if you wanted to talk to your mom about possibly coming back over" she said unsure.

I sighed and put the pot on the stove. "Ion know Promise. She gon bring that nigga and I really don't feel like it"