𝐊𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐃𝐫𝐞 | 𝐊𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤
I knew being drafted was going to feel good but I never expected it to feel this good. That feeling of getting that call and signing that contract was a feeling that was so surreal. I felt like I was in a dream that I never wanted to end. I had put myself and my family in a position that I been dreaming about all my life and I never felt so accomplished.
"I'm so proud of you." Laila said rubbing my stomach as she leaned her head against my back. She stood behind me with her arm wrapped around my waist. I loved when she was under me and I enjoyed sharing this moment with her. "Even though, living here is a big change for us. I think we'll be ok."
"Yeah, we needed to move." I replied washing my face. I knew she was sad about leaving her friends and family back in Baltimore but we needed to get out of the city. It was dangerous and I didn't want to have a career there. "Shit was getting crazy."
"Are you going to be bringing your mom out here soon?" She questioned, I sighed. She had been asking about my mom a lot since I got drafted which was weird. She hated my mom now she want her to come out here with us? Women confuse me.
"I thought you hated my mom." I said side eyeing her.
She chuckled. "I don't hate her. I hate her attitude."
"Same difference."
"I think you should bring her out here with us Kiordre. Get her out of Baltimore. Maybe she can stay here with us. Imagine how she feels to see you out here and her stuck at home watching it on the television." She expressed, I frowned. I hate talking about this shit.
"She not watching it on the television at home. She's at a mental health facility because she's mentally unwell." I expressed hanging my rag up. "And if I bring her out here where she gonna go? She's not on her medication. She can't stay here with us."
She scoffed. "Yes she can Kiordre. I can get her on her medication and everything will be fine. Trust me."
I turned and leaned against the bathroom counter. I watched as Laila walked towards the closet and began putting out clothes for me to wear to the gym. Ever since we moved here she was completely different. She put my clothes out, ran my water, cooked me dinner, and cleaned the house. It was weird for me.
I told her that she didn't have to do all of that but she insisted. She said that since she didn't do anything all day but take care of Kiordre she felt more comfortable doing those things. I think she's just worried about not working anymore and becoming lazy. I didn't know how to tell her I didn't need a housewife. I enjoyed watching her relax.
"Baby, she needs to be closer to you. I know I said some really mean things before about her staying with us but I think it would be good for her to come out here. If you're planning on moving Duke out here you can't leave her in the city alone." She said.
"I'm moving Duke out here as my personal assistant." I said touching my chest, she busted out laughing.
"Yea ok." She said bringing me my clothes. I went to grab them but she pulled away and puckered her lips for a kiss. I grabbed her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss as she leaned on my chest. Her lips were so soft and full I didn't want it to end. She pulled away and smirked at me as I wiped the side of my mouth.
