Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 6: Media

"Okay Malik, you gotta stop now." I giggled as I tried to push his hands away from my aching ribs that he was tickling. "I'm serious, move."

I kick his thigh lightly, but the way he reacted seem like I stabbed him. He hissed in pain and cursed under his breath.

I get up as a worried fiancé I am. "Are you okay baby?"

He nod and tried to put on a smile, but it didn't work. All he showed was pain. I grabbed the hem of his basketball ball shorts and slowly pulled them up.

Before I can pull them up to his mid thigh, he grabbed my hand. "Babe I'm fine. It's just a shock of nerves, you know how that gets."

I rolled my eyes. "Move your hand."

He shook his head. "Nah."

I plucked his ear until he grabbed his ear with the hand he was holding my wrist with. I took the opportunity to lift his shorts.

I gasped once I saw the bandaged on his leg, his blood was forming a big circle.

"Shit." He groaned. "The stitches are out."

"I can stitch it back up for you." I offered.

I raise an eyebrow. "You can?"

I nod. "Yeah." I get out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a thin needle and black thread. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol and cleaned the needle. I grabbed one of our ruined hand towels. Not before washing my hands.

I walked back out to the room and crawled on the bed. I carefully pulled the towel under his leg and moved the covers so I can see clearly.

"What happened?" I asked as I prepared the needle.

"I was out on the job and-"

"You got stabbed by a gangster. I hope he was arrested." I tried my best to clean the semi bleeding cut.

He nod. "Yeah. He's in jail, waiting for trial."

I removed the broken thread in his leg before threading his wound. "When did it happened?"

He hissed. "When you was in Miami."

"So for the past four days I was here, you kept this from me. What happened to trust and telling are partners everything?"

I know I shouldn't be talking about telling each other everything, but someone has to be the better person in the relationship..

I put a knot at the end before cutting the thread. I get out of bed and get a wet hand towel and bandages.

"Where did you learn how to do this?" He asked as I cleaned the blood up.

I shrugged. "I use to watch my mom when she stitched up my father's wounds. When I grew up I started to stitch up his wounds."

Partially true.. My mom did stitch up wounds, but it wasn't my father wounds. It was her own wounds. When I grew up I helped with her wounds and stitched up Tyrone's wounds too.

"Oh. Your father must of got into accidents a lot."

I nod. "Yeah, so many accidents."

After putting the bandage on his wound, I cleaned up the mess and washed my hands.

"I want you to stay in bed." I said as I walked back into the room to see him about to get up. "You just got stitches and I don't want you to ruin them."

Malik sighed. "Can you stay in bed with me?"

I nod. "Yeah. But I have to make lunch soon." I get in bed as he did to. "I'm so happy you're still here." I mumbled.

I kissed his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on his lap so I was straddling him.

I made sure I'm knees wouldn't hit his mid thigh. "Malik. You need to rest." I turned my head so his kisses won't pull me in.

Malik kissed my neck.

"I'm not into the nurse and patient thing. I have morals." I joked.

He chuckled. "Funny."

He kissed my neck and parts of my chest that was exposed. His lips trials up to my ear. "Let's have a baby."

I pulled away.

"I mean after marriage." He says.

"Let's not talk about kids right now Malik." I get off his lap. "What do you want for lunch. I'm thinking about meatball subs. Or cheese steaks. I think we have beef strips." I said changing the subject. I walked out the room and into the kitchen.

When I walked back into the room I had a plate with two meatball subs. Malik was on his phone, probably in Twitter. I set the plate on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

"I thought you do not do social media." He said.

"I don't." I stated.

He smirked. "Then why is there a photo of you in Twitter, with the caption of Tasha Kelly my BFF."

"Shit." I mumbled. "I told Ashley not to post that."

I hope no one that works for Tyrone see that..

I pulled out my phone and called Ashely. She answered on the second ring. "Hey girl."

"Hey Ashley. Um did you post a picture of me on social media?"

"Yeah. You looked so adorable that day, I had to let the world you're my best friend."

I rubbed my eyes. "Ashley I need you to delete that photo."

"Why?"

I sighed. I looked back at Malik, who was on his phone. I walked out the room and into the kitchen. "I haven't told anyone about this, not even Malik."

"Okay. Your secret is safe with me."

I huffed. "My ex boyfriend was the reason why I came to Baltimore. He's crazy and I'm hiding from him. That's why I never wanted you to put pictures of me on social media."

"Oh. Well I'll delete it right now."

"Thank you." I hanged up the phone and walked back into our room to see Malik eating half of my sub. "That's mine."

He looked at me. "Oh. I'm still hungry."

I groaned. "Fat ass."

He shrugged. "You still love me though."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess." I walked up to Malik and took my half eaten sandwich out of his hands. "You're right, I still love you. And I will love you no matter what you do, unless you become a cheating bastard. Then I would have to take my love back." I took a bite of my sub.

Malik smiled and kiss my cheek.  "I'll love you no matter what too."

God I hope so...