Regrets🌹

1.

(Your pov)

You had just finished putting Miyah to bed. You were tired from the long day of following Marshall's orders and tips about how to take care of Miyah because for some reason, he didn't think you were capable of caring for your own child.

"When you give her a bath, make sure the water isn't too cold or too hot and make sure it only comes up to her lower region. I better not get a call saying you've drowned my baby. And get one of those shower mat things so she doesn't slide everywhere." Marshall would advise over the phone or in person.

It really started to irk your nerves. You would catch an attitude everytime he called because you already knew what he was going to say.

You finally got to relax in your living room with your feet propped up on the ottoman that you scooted closer to the couch. You were in the middle of watching Ride Along (the first one) and just when Kevin Hart was about to shoot the rifle at the gun range, your phone rings.

You groan and throw your head back dramatically when you see it's Marshall calling...again.

"What?" you answer harshly.

"Well hello to you too." he says sarcastically, "I didn't call to bother you because I know how much you hate me giving you advise."

"I appreciate your tips and all, but you take them way too far. I'm the oldest of 3 kids. I know how to take care of babies. It's like you don't trust me." you mumble the last part.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it just..."

He fades off so you finish his sentence for him.

"You don't trust me." you say again.

"I've been doing the parenting thing longer than you have. I know more about this stuff than you do, that's why I give you tips."

"Screw you-"

"I think that's why Miyah's here in the first place, [y/n]."

You roll your eyes at how childish he can be sometimes.

"Is there something you wanted?" you ask annoyed by the conversation as a whole.

"Yeah, I'm coming to Atlanta sometime this week. So have a room for me just in case I decide to stay with you while I'm there." he informs.

"Why are you coming down here?" you question.

"To spend time with Miyah. I've been busy and haven't gotten the chance to see her. Now that I do, I'm coming there asap."

"Well just let me know the exact day you're coming and I'll have a room ready."

"A'ight. I have to go now, kiss Miyah goodnight for me." he says.

"Okay." I reply.

"And [y/n]..."

"What?"

"Don't kill my baby."

"Fuck you."

With that you hang up and go straight to bed, not wanting to finish the movie. Marshall killed your happy mood.