I made my way to the front door and opened it to a rare sight. A smiling Tate.
"Hello, beautiful." He said with a silky tone.
"Hi." I said sheepishly. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight and kissed the top of my head.
"Alright you two, shut the door behind you and come eat. Tate I made you a plate as well." Said pops from the kitchen.
Tate chuckled to himself. He began to pull me along while he shut the fire and made his way to the kitchen. I followed him quietly.
"Good morning, Tate." Said my dad.
"Morning old man. How'd you sleep?" Tate asked. As he and my dad started a conversation, Tate pulled out a chair for me and guided me down to sit. He sat down next to me but turned his body to me. He began to pull my chairs between his legs.
"I slept ok. Someone still kicks in her sleep." Said dad.
I rolled my eyes. "I do not." I said.
"You do, but it's cute and endearing. So it's ok." Tate said
I settled against Tates warmth as him and my father continued a conversation. I knew at the moment I wasn't gonna be able to add much to it.
"How'd you sleep Tate?" Dad asked.
"I slept well. Thank you very much." Tate said.
"That's good. You need all the strength you can get. I heard about the fight you're about to have." Dad said.
Me and Tate both stiffened. Tate was an underground fighter. There are only a certain type of people who know about his fights.
"Oh calm down both of you. I know all about the underground shit. Mind you your mom didn't necessarily run in the most safe groups. So here and there I would find my self in places or positions I don't necessarily live." Dad said.
Tate relaxed a little but he was still a little tense. "So you know I do underground fighting?" He asked.
Well duh babe.
Dad laughed and set our plates down in front of us. He had made my favorites. Waffles, fried eggs, bacon, and grits with some apple juice on the side. And of course the most important part......hot syrup. It looked lovely. I began to focus on my food as the finished there conversation."
"Duh. You show up to the house with random bruises and marks on you all the time and I doubt my daughter can hit that hard. And also I heard Tim and Becks talking about it one day. And before you ask, no I don't care about what you do in your free time. As long as my daughter doesn't get hurt, you are free to do as you wish. Besides I heard this was your last fight." Dad said.
Tate relaxed completely after that.
"Thank you for trusting me." Said Tate.
"You're a good kid. And y out haven't proved me wrong yet. Alright, you two can finish up, imma go upstairs and take a shower." Dad said.
"Are you not hungry?" I asked him.
He gave me a small smile and shook his head no. "I'll eat after I shower. You guys go ahead." Dad said and he left me and Tate alone with our food.
Besides our chewing and the occasional sound of silverware clacking, we ate in complete silence. Though, Tate kept on arm around the back of my chair, while the other was busy with his food.
Is this boring?
Should I say something?
But what?
I don't really know if I can have a good conversation right now.
"Loni? What's wrong?" He asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"This must be very boring. I'm not my usual self right now and-" he cut me off with a quick peck on the lips. Once he pulled back his eye bored into mine
"Did you forget what I told you?" He asked.
He said he wasn't angry and he understood. I nodded, but he could've changed his minds. And him not being angry doesn't mean he isn't bored. I was just about to say those words but his hard stared made me keep my lips shut.
"Whatever B S you're about to spout save it. I want you anyway I can get you. And I am in no rush. Take your time to recover, and I'll be here with open arms regardless. Am I clear?" He said in a sternly but sweetly.
I nodded slowly.
He nodded back. "Good. Now eat your waffles and shut up." He said with a smirk and kissed the top of my head before going back to his food.
I smiled a little.
And I did what I was told......
......I ate my waffles and shut up.
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Her Name Was Meloni
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