It takes a miracle to open up my heart enough
To see what's inside, if its worth a try
But underneath it all lies a stubborn heart that's full of treasure
- Natalie Lauren.
"I'm not gone do you like them other niggas"
"You know that's what my ex...
"Nah Nichelle, you've been gone for months. I know it's work but you have a family" he argued and I sighed.
"I know and I try my best to come home to be with you guys. I might be gone for a few months but I also take a few weeks break"
"A few weeks break?" He scoffed "you barely stay two weeks"
"I'm sorry, but this is the life I signed up for. The one you helped me to achieve. Remember?"
"Baby all I'm saying is I miss my wife. Amira needs her mother to be around more often" he sighed.
"Zach-"
"Nah nah, Amira ain't got no single dad raising her. She got parents"
"I'm trying Zach" I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"You don't even need to be doing that job for real. You don't need the money. I pay for all this anyway and I'll continue to do so without a problem"
"Zach, this isn't about money. I love what I do" I argued in return.
"Alright. Do you love it more than me?" He said standing upright, watching me.
"What?"
"Do you love your job more than me? More than your family?" He asked again. I can tell he was frustrated and annoyed.
"Zach, of course I don't" I sighed. I hated arguing with him.
"Alright then. Prove it. Stay longer. I want you here for my birthday" he said seriously. Now i know how that sounds. I actually I had a concert planned that day but it definitely came from management. I wasn't going to miss his birthday for it though wasn't worth it even if i was opening for Beyonce.
"Zach.." I sighed
"Nah it's okay" he shook his head.
"let me work my schedule out" Silence filled the room. He shook his head and held the door open for me so we could leave.
We were going to the basketball game, and I had bought him courtside tickets as a pre- birthday gift since "I won't technically be here for his birthday."
The whole ride there was quiet.
"Zach, I don't want to spend my time here fighting" I looked over at him.
"We ain't fighting, Nichelle, we good" sigh, that mean we ain't good.
We reached the stadium and he was still not talking to me but he was still holding my hand and shielding me from paparazzi and crazy fans.
We finally got seating and didn't want to bring up the conversation again, knowing that it won't go anywhere as of right now.
"Hey! It's Nichelle! Can we snap a picture of the happy couple" Zach nodded "yeah man"
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