My Life Be Like : Part 2 : Atlanta Edition..

Chapter 50 -

Chris's POV -

                I layed on Aniyah's chest, listening to her heartbeat. It's about 2 in the morning and I had just gotten back from my studio session. I know she's pissed at me, because she hates me being out late. But that's the only way to support my family.

             As soon as I started falling asleep, Brelyn began crying. Aniyah started to wake up.

"Bae, I got it." I said standing up.

"Ok." She mumbled and fell back asleep.

              I went into Brelyn's room where he was kicking his feet in the air. I laughed and picked him up. He wasn't even forreal crying just whining. I held onto him for awhile until I smelled something.

"Dang, that's you ?" I asked looking at him. 

             I flipped him over and smelled him. I instantly regretted it.

"Dang homeboy. Ion know what's in yo' mama's milk, but it sure is doing some wonders in there, huh ?" I laughed putting him on the changing station.

               I grabbed a pair of gloves, because Niyah and I are neat freaks, and I undid Brelyn's onesie. I opened up his diaper and it was disgusting.

           I know this sounds bad, but in the three months Brelyn's been alive, I've probably changed like 6 or 7 diapers. I still ain't used to it.

"Damn." I mumbled to myself. I lifted my shirt over my mouth & nose. Brelyn started giggling, it was cute. I began laughing too.

"Man, you killing me." I said smiling & I began to change his diaper.
*

     After Brelyn was cleaned up, he stayed awake for another half-hour. So I just played with him. The fact that I'm somebody's father is crazy to me. He looks exactly like me. From the freckles on his face, to his dark brown eyes & curly black hair. The only difference between him and I is that I have blonde hair now, and dimples.

      I know when he grows up he's gonna look exactly like I do, which .. is obviously a good thing. I stopped thinking about myself & looked down and Brelyn who was sleeping. I kissed him and then laid him down in his crib and walked back to the room.

         I took off my shirt and laid in bed, exhausted. I tried to wrap my arm around Aniyah's waist but she pushed me off.

"Don't even." She mumbled.

"Don't even what ?"

"Touch me."

"Why ?"

"It's 2:45 and you just walking in."

"Actually, I've been here, taking care of my son." I said with an obvious attitude.

"Don't start with me, Chris. You know you still came in late." Her eyes were closed.

"Yeah, working at the studio, so I can provide for y'all." I said.

"How you providing for us, but you gone hours of the night ?"

"So, I ain't doing nothing for y'all ?"

"Shut up, Chris. You know what I mean."

                    I got up and went to the bathroom. I grabbed my bottle of pills and took one of them.. it's for my anger. I walked back in the room still heated.

"What you mean then, Aniyah ?" I yelled,

"It doesn't matter, Chris. Go to sleep." She mumbled.

"Fuck you, Aniyah. Goodnight." I fell asleep before I started going off.

* 

              I turned over and looked at Aniyah. She was crying.

"What's wrong Niyah ?" I said yawning.

"You didn't have to even yell at me, or take it that far Chris." She wiped her tears.

                       Well she knows how I get when I get mad. My mouth has no filter, that's why we barely argue, because she knows.

"I'm sorry. Calm down." I said falling back asleep.

                          I'm still pretty pissed off, so I'm most likely gonna be a dick. I'll pay for it in the morning though. Aniyah may be hormonal, but she ain't no damn pushover.