On The Ropes

Round 5

DeAndre's POV

"I swear to god if you get out of this bed you can leave your ring on the nightstand." I muttered with my eyes closed as I felt some shuffling in the bed.

There was stillness and silence, then a sigh before I suddenly felt that familiar weight back on my chest.

"Oh okay." I said, and was met with the sound of Tyreek smacking his lips.

"Baby I got-"

"I don't care." I cut him off without opening my eyes. "Whatever it is, it can wait. I want to spend the mornin' wit' my husband."

I received another sigh in response, but he didn't complain anymore as he wrapped his arms around me and snuggled closer to me.

"Imma make you explain to Quan why I'm late." He muttered against my skin, making me scoff.

"Nigga I ain't scared of that brolic ass nigga." I let out a dry laugh, and he let out a genuine one. "If he got a problem you can tell him to bring it up wit' me. My baby can lay wit' me a lil longer if he want to."

"I know that's right, baby." He chuckled.

I cracked a smile and brought my hand up to his head and started to rub it in the direction of his waves so I wouldn't mess them up.

"You my husband." I whispered in awe, making him chuckle again. "That's wild as fuck, bro."

He started to rub my stomach in return before responding. "Baby we been married for five years." He reminded me.

"And it's still wild as fuck." I repeated, and he laughed and shook his head.

I'm married. To a man. Never in my life had I ever been attracted to a man before this light bright swept into my life like that damn tornado from The Wiz.

And yet here I am. Married as hell, raising my son with a nigga, being a house husband... Life is nice as hell.

"Antwon tell you 'bout that kid who's been comin' to the gym to see him?" Tyreek asked, making me focus on reality again.

"He mentioned him." I responded with a nod. "Honestly, I'm shocked... I genuinely ain't think he was capable of likin' nobody but Zavier."

"I think it's funny that he managed to find another lightskin nigga named -avier, even if they are pronounced differently." He chuckled, and I laughed along with him. My poor baby so in love with his best friend he done attracted the same nigga in a different body.

Tyreek's phone went off, probably Quan calling, and I groaned as he got up and reached for it.

"Dre told me I have to lay in bed wit' him for a lil longer." Was the first thing he said once he answered the phone.

"Tell that nigga imma beat both y'all asses if you late to this interview." I heard Quan threaten through the phone, and I rolled my eyes in response.

"I'm on my way, Quan." Tyreek muttered, making me smack my lips as he sat up, then leaned down to kiss me before he climbed out of bed. "I'm out of the bed. Let me get dressed and shit and I'll be there soon... Aight, bye."

"You so fake, bro." I smacked my lips, making him chuckle and shake his head. "Fuck is you laughin' for?"

I watched as he walked into our closet and grabbed a pair of gray sweats, then walked back out, then immediately took his ass straight back in to switch them out with a different pair of pants once he saw me looking at him like he's fucking crazy.

Eventually he came back out with some sensible clothes on, and he came over to the bed as I sat up.

I opened my mouth to speak again, but his hand wrapping around my throat shut me right up. "Talk to me right, DeAndre." He warned me while looking down at me.