ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ 'ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ' ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ
I walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, toothbrush in hand, and phone in the other, finishing a text to the florist with the address. I was sending flowers to Onika after ghosting her for a few days. I told her how I felt, then got caught up in work and didn't reach out. I knew she was mad, and I didn't blame her.
Looking up from my phone, I saw the woman from last night still asleep in my bed. I had told her before I got in the shower to get her stuff and leave, but there she was, curled up like she had all the time in the world.
"Aye!" I said, walking over and nudging her shoulder. She stirred a little, slowly opening her eyes. "I literally told you to get up and go. You think I was playing?"
She barely reacted, groggy and irritated, but I wasn't in the mood.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her up, her clothes scattering onto the floor. "Get your clothes on and bounce," I snapped, my Toronto accent thick with frustration. "Come on! Chop chop!"
She shot me a glare but didn't argue, picking up her clothes and getting dressed.
The tension in the room was thick, but I didn't care. I watched as she slipped on her shoes and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
I sighed, leaning against the wall. My mind drifted back to Onika. Hopping the flowers would be a good start to making things right, but I knew I'd have to do a lot more than that.
I threw on a sweatshirt and some sweats, Taking the stairs two at a time, I made my way down to the front door. I needed to make sure she was really gone this time.
Then there was Chubbs, leaning casually against the frame, arms crossed, watching the woman storm off down the driveway.
Chubbs turned his head and caught my eye, shaking his head with a grin. "She was angry, fam," he laughed, pushing himself off the door and closing it behind him.
I let out a breath, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah, told her to leave before I got in the shower, but she wasn't trying to hear that."
Chubbs chuckled, shrugging. "You always got something going on, bro." He eyed me with that familiar smirk. "You sure you ain't tryna juggle too much?"
I smirked back, but my mind wasn't really on his words. "I just gotta handle it," I said, walking past him toward the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen to find Ant and Kevin sitting at the table, eating breakfast and deep in conversation.
Ant looked up, grinning when he saw me. "Playboy finally up, huh?" he said, taking another bite of his cereal.
I laughed and dapped him up before glancing at Kevin. He was sitting across from Ant, eating too, but his attention was on his phone.
He had it propped up on FaceTime, and to my surprise, he was talking to his son.
First time I'd seen Kevin make the effort to call him since we all been down here.
I headed to the fridge, I heard Omari's voice ring out loud and clear. "Aubs!!!" The kid's voice filled the kitchen, making everyone look up.
Ant tried to stifle a laugh, cereal halfway to his mouth.
I smirked and reversed, walking back over to the camera. I leaned in so Omari could see me. "Wassup, O?" I said, smiling at the kid on the screen.
"I didn't know you were with my daddy!" Omari exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise. "You didn't tell me yesterday when you were speaking with me and Mommy!"
