𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚑

ℝ𝔼ℂ𝔸ℙ:

"Imma hit you up on Instagram when I get home. You better answer." Kyle says with a pointed look.

"Okay." You smile while getting into your car.

"GYAT!" Kyle yells across the parking lot.

This time you don't try to fight the smile. but you turn to him while sporting it, "Goodnight, Mr. Fasheun. You give him a little wave before pulling out of the parking lot.

You leave him standing there, watching you drive off.

You're not even a mile from the school when you get a notification.

ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋʏʟᴇʀɪᴄʜʜ__ 6 sec

ᴋʏʟᴇʀɪᴄʜʜ__

Yo, Miss.

Yes, Kyle?

I'm tryn' take you out.

You gon let me?

𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧

You giggle at that but leave him on seen.

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𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣:

That night in the parking lot was almost three years ago.

Now, you and Kyle were almost three years into your relationship. The two of you were four months engaged. Kyle asked for your hand in marriage on your anniversary and the wedding was set for your guys' anniversary, next year.

You're still working at the college. And unsurprisingly, Kyle dropped out halfway through the second semester of his first year. But when he did drop out, he took his music more seriously.

And you never failed to express to Kyle and everyone else that you were supportive. You loved his music and his artistic talents as a musician. You went to every show you could make, granted you were a college professor.

Kyle tried countless times to get you to quit your job at the college. But to no avail. Your job kept you busy and moving. It gave you something to do throughout the day, especially when Kyle was caught up in the studio or doing interviews with Jenn and TaTa. You didn't want to be stuck at home, alone and bored while he worked -- when you could work too.

And that's what you were doing at the moment. You were at home grading work and lesson planning.

Music played lowly as you read and marked essays written by your students. The song playing was one of your favorites featuring your fiance, Show My Love.

(ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ),

ɢʀᴀᴀʜ!

"If she pretty, I'll kiss it." You rapped as you moved your hips in the chair. "She like the way that I make her submissive,"

"Come're," Kyle joined in. He startled you but brought a smile to your face, at the same time.

After you stood up from your seat, the two of you danced together while rapping along to the song. And by the time the song was over and the next song started, Kyle's arms were wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on top of your head.

You turned so that you were facing him, before wrapping your arms around him. "Welcome home, baby." You smiled at him.

He nodded while also smiling. "You been grading papers all day?"