Diggy Imagines

Breaking Point

YN-SO WHAT! THAT IS HOW I MAKE MY MONEY! I yelled at Daniel.

Diggy-AND IT'S NOT A LEGITIMATE JOB, YN! I NEED YOU TO REMEMBER THAT I CANT PAY ALL OF THE BILLS! I NEED YOU TO HELP! THAT 65,000 YOU BRING IN A YEAR AIN'T SHIT.

YN-*Laugh* YOU ARE MY HUSBAND! YOUR SUPPOSED TO SUPPORT ME! EVEN WHEN I'M DOWN!

Diggy-WELL YOUR ABOUT 40,000 DOLLARS DOWN A YEAR! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. He screamed at me.

Veins bulged out of his arms, neck, and his hands were balled up into fists as he sat down at the counter.

I hated having this argument with him. My job. I'm not a rapper anymore, I can't make 2 million dollars every 6 weeks anymore! I'm a banker! I make decent money but apparently it's not enough.

YN-*Sigh and sit down in front of him at the counter* Listen baby... I know your not used to my new salary but I need you to support me.

Diggy looked me in my eyes and nodded his head yes.

Diggy-*Clears his throat* I'm trying to ma, it just stresses me out when we're spending money on new clothes when we need groceries and you want to start a family, right?

YN-Yeah. I said while taking a deep breath.

Diggy-It takes money to start a family, sweetheart.

YN-I KNOW! *Laugh* We're not broke...our finances could used improvement though.

Diggy-*Nods his head yeah* We'll leave it at that. Now...I don't know who you think you were talking to like that...but it damn sure wasn't me.

YN-*Laugh* I was talking to you.

Diggy-*Looks around the room* Why you be disrespecting daddy like that? Go upstairs so I can teach you a lesson.

YN-*Laugh and walk towards the garage* I'm going to go return these jeans babe.

Diggy quickly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. He ran up the steps with you as the two of you laughed and giggled until the laughing and giggling turned into moaning and groaning ...