Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
Warning: It gets Smutty towards the middle-ish... (I'm trying to brush my skills off in that department.) 😅
Enjoy, my babies! 🤎
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LEAH|
After the watch party for Survivor Series wrapped up, I found myself in the kitchen with Nikita, helping Lash clean up while the guys were deep into a game of spades. Empty cups and snack bags covered every available surface, remnants of the loud and hyped-up night we'd just had.
"Honestly, I think they made more mess than we did," I muttered, stacking cups in a nearby trash bag.
Nikita chuckled, shrugging as she scooped up a handful of chip bags. "They sure did. All that yelling and celebrating probably doubled it."
Lash, elbow-deep in rinsing out dishes, glanced over her shoulder at us, a smirk tugging at her lips. "And they'll act like we had the whole place spotless when they were around," she joked, her tone playful. "But hey, that's fine. This was fun."
We laughed, sharing a sense of satisfaction from the night. Just then, I heard Trick let out an exaggerated shout from the other room, clearly animated over his hand. I rolled my eyes with a smile, tossing another bag in the trash.
"Guess Trick's winning," Nikita remarked, clearly amused by their antics.
Lash shook her head, grinning as she continued washing. "They take that game way too seriously."
"Yeah, like it's the NBA Finals," I teased, glancing over at the guys. Melo caught my eye and gave a quick nod before diving right back into the game, his focus intense. Even though we'd had our ups and downs, it felt nice to see him so relaxed.
After a few more minutes, the kitchen was finally clean. We leaned against the counter, each of us taking a breath and glancing at the boys who were still at it, fiercely debating plays and strategy.
"Hey, did yall else notice your dog barking earlier? During the PPV? Like... he was really going off, as if someone was outside."
Lash paused, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked over at the dog, who was now curled up by the couch, calm and relaxed. "Yeah, I remember that. But I thought it was just, like, a car passing by or something. He does that sometimes."
I frowned, glancing towards the back door, still feeling uneasy. "I don't know... he sounded intense. Like he was really trying to get our attention, you know?"
