Sugarhill Imagines.

Attention-- DDot

Y/n POV.

Ddot invited me over to his house to basically argue.

As soon as I walked into the door, he started going on about how I was too friendly with other niggas.

"Darrien, get outta my ear with allat shi." I rolled my eyes.

"Nah, cus now you buggin. Why you so friendly wit that nigga Michael?" Ddot asked, referring to one of my friends.

"He's been my friend since we were eight! I see him as a brotha! You're doin too fuckin much." My accent coming out because I was mad.

"But if a smoochie came around me actin the way you do to him, you'd be mad as fuck!" Ddot yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Bro...Did you invite me to argue? Cus I'm not fuckin witchu right now. I'm bouta dip." I mugged, grabbing my keys.

"You jus called me 'bro'? Nah, stay here." Ddot said, with anger in his voice.

"I'm good, buzzin. Imma head out, let you cool of and come to ya senses because I know one mufuckin thing, you not gon disrespect me like that shi cool, so I'm out." I looked into his eyes before going to unlock the door.

I felt something metal and cold hit the back of my head.

"Ain't shi nigga." I said, turning around and it was now at my forehead.

"Since you onnat..." I said, quickly grabbing mine outta my purse, doing the same thing.

"How the-- Shut the fuck up and lemme tell you somethin." I started.

"You sittin hea, being mad disrespectful, raisin ya voice n shi. I been nothin' but respectful this whole relationship, so imma demand that in return. If you ain't fuckin wit that simple rule, you ain't fuckin wit me, and that's word to my name. Second, you puttin' a gun to my head...Fuck is you bein extra for? If I wanna leave, imma do jus that. Third, the way you accusin' me got me to thinking, why you tryna put that on me? Maybe cus you doin' it. Don't fuckin' play wit me Darrien. I respect you, I have mature conversations with you, and I am nothing but patient with you. So, either you sit the fuck down and we talk about why you think this, or imma shoot you in ya foot, leave and assume you cheated on me. Now I'm on hots, wassup? Make ya decision." I declared, still holding the gun to his head.

He pus his gun down and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch.

I followed him and Iooked him in his eyes.

Everytime he did this, I knew it was because he wanted my attention, so I was worried.

"I'm sorry, ma." Ddot mumbled, scooting closer to me.

"I just want your attention and-- Shh, I know, you just gotta ask, my love." I said, hugging him.

"Am I a bad boyfriend?" Ddot asked, putting me on his lap so I was facing him.

"You aren't my boyfriend." I said, looking into his eyes.

"W-what?" he muttered.

"You my husband." I smiled, kissing him.

"Shit, ma. You had me scared for a second." he smiled. "You not goin' anywhere."

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