Regrets🌹

3.

(Your pov)

"Marshall! I can't breathe, fat ass!"

Marshall was currently sitting on top of you as pay back for leaving him with an irritated Miyah.

"Apologize and I'll move." he declares as he sits up on your stomach.

"I didn't do anything!" you yell.

"Bullshit." he retorts.

You started to feel light headed and felt like you were gonna pass out any second. Marshall could tell by your face, so he rolled off of you.

You take a gasp of air you were deprived of.

"You're... an... asshole." you stammer out.

"You're... a... bitch." he mocks.

"What did I even do?"

"You left me with Miyah while she was having a fit."

"That's not my problem. She's your daughter too."

Just then the door bell sounded throughout the house. You sigh and head downstairs to answer it. Your eyes widen as you look through the peep hole and see your parents standing there with luggage.

Your parents knew about Miyah, but they didn't know about Marshall. When they asked about the father, you told them he was just some scrub you never wanted to bring up again.

After that they left it alone.

But now Marshall and your parents are here. What are you gonna do?

"Marshall!" you whisper shout from the bottom of the stairs.

He appears at the top, "What?"

"Keep your voice down." you say sternly, "My parents are at the door."

His eyes widen and he automatically looks for a place to hide.

You go back to the door and open it, revealing your parents who were getting irritated.

"Mommy, Daddy!" you fake squeal and indulge the in a hug.

"Hey baby. What took you so long to answer the door?" your dad asks.

"You caught me while I was in the bathroom." you lie.

They nod as you step aside to let them in. Your mom looks around the living room and judges the decor.

"You still have yet to paint the wall in here?" she asks.

"I don't see the point, mom." you roll your eyes.

"Everyone's living room is plain white." she sniggers, "I thought you would pick up my taste in decor, but you've picked up your father's stubbornness."

You and your dad high five because her comment didn't get to you two like she thought it would.

Your mom rolls her eyes, "Where's my grandbaby?"

She was already making her way upstairs. You couldn't let her see Marshall yet you couldn't push her down the stairs.

As she makes her way to Miyah's room, a sound comes from the hall closet.

Dammit Marshall.

"What was that?" your dad asks.

"I heard nothing." you lie.

"Something definitely came from this closet."

Your dad walks to the closet and opens the door.

"What the hell?"