Thick boy imagines....

imagine #12

Tavia's POV
The next morning was a Saturday. Buffy and Tavia stood over Rosie's crib watching their baby girl sleeping peacefully. Buffy smiled at Tavia and said, "We made a beautiful baby didn't we?" Tavia smiled back and nodded. She was still sound asleep. She was now 5 months old, getting chunkier and chunkier. Same sweet chubby cheeks like her daddy. "She looks more and more like you everyday," Tavia said lovingly squeezing Buffy's hand. "Yeah I know," he said. "Hey," he said turning to her, suddenly looking sad. "Baby, I gotta go away for a little bit, I'm going on tour with the fellas, we got some new projects in the works," he told her reluctantly. Tavia's face went blank. "Baby for how long?" she asked. "Six months," said Buffy staring at the floor.....Tavia looked sad now too. "Why are you just now telling me this?" she asked. "I didn't know how baby," he said softly. Buffy lifted her chin so she could face him. "Baby its only 6 months, you won't even have time to miss me," he said softly. "So when are you leaving?" she asked. "New Year's eve," he replied. "Well least we get to be together on Christmas," Tavia half smiled...

Buffy's POV
He could see the sadness in Tavia's eyes. He hated to leave her and the baby, but this could be something really big. Ain't no way he could just pass that up. Christmas was that very next week and he was going to do everything in his power to make it unforgettable for his wife and daughter.....sooooo days flew by and it was finally Christmas and he made sure it was the sweetest Christmas ever. He and his favorite girls were dressed all in matching pajamas, watching movies and eating good. Of course he spoiled his baby girl that Christmas. First he dressed up like Santa to make his little baby smile. He held her in his arms saying "I know my precious little baby ain't been naughty, I'ma give my baby the world," he smiled down at her bouncing her on his lap. "My baby's first christmas," he said softly to the baby. Then he got her boo-koo dresses (Yes my ghetto self said boo-koo, sue me LOL🤣🤣🤣), headbands, little gold and silver earrings for her iddle widdle baby pierced ears 🥰🥰🥰 etc, etc. He bought Tavia a whole new wardrobe. She had told him all she wanted was his time and love for Christmas but she should've known he wasn't hearing that mess. "Babyyy you didn't have to," she had said. Yes that Christmas was one for the books.

Buffy's POV (New Year's eve)
Buffy was packing up to go on tour
and Tavia had been quiet mostly that morning. He could see that she was sad. Even the baby wasn't her usual giggly self. As he prepared to leave out the door, he swept Tavia off her feet and held her for a long time. She was crying by the time he put her back down. He wiped her tears away. "Baby I'll be right back, don't you start with them waterworks," he teased kissing her. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes putting his arms around her again. "I love you," he said softly. Tavia smiled through her tears "I l.ove you too," she said. "Where's my baby?" he asked. Tavia went and got Rosie from the bedroom and Buffy kissed and squeezed her til she giggled. Then he looked at Tavia saying, "Bye baby." She waved silently. Then soon as he was gone she looked at her daughter saying, "Guess it's just me and you fat mama,"

Buffy's POV
He and the boys were headed out to tour Paris...his mind was on his work/money, his "mulah" if you will. But his heart was on Tavia and Rosie. He missed them badly already. But later on, 7 hours later they was in Paris, he and the boys had eaten blah, blah, blah. He had showered and was tuckered out....so he went to bed and then the morning after, he looked up and found a lady bringing room service breakfast there. He thought she was just a French room service attendant. He kept thinking to himself, "Hell I ain't order no room service." But it turned out the lady was faking being an attendant just to get close to him. She clearly knew who he was from his fat boys days. She was stunningly beautiful with flowing black wavy hair, slender yet curvy, and had a French accent that would drive any man wild. She sauntered over to him seductively saying "Oui oui Monsier, I know who you are and I just LOVE the little beatboxing thing you do...she stared at him with lustful bedroom eyes...she sauntered closer and started kissing him...he pulled away. But she kept throwing herself at him..for an instant he gave in and returned the steamy passionate kiss, caressed her thighs and waist for a bit, then after a little while, shoved the girl off and respectfully told her to leave. "I'm married and have a little girl." Miss French thang-thang pouted, but left. He felt dazed..."Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he kept saying to himself. What had he done.... ?? He was going to have to tell Tavia. He spoke to her later the very next evening.