One Night Stand

Chapter 9

Sorry for the delays! I've been having bad bad bad bad REALLY BAD writers block ):

O N E N I G H T S T A N D

Milan woke up the next morning. The sun outside pierced through the windows allowing light in. She looked around the room before sitting up and yawning. She looked to the left and seen a picture of her mother and the twins on the nightstand. For a second, she had forgotten her mother was even dead. The reality set back in and she was now filled with pain, heart break and a ton of emotions. She had to plan the funeral and that alone was stressful. She removed the covers and checked the twins rooms, they were gone.

Milan heard a deep voice and the twins soft laughs from downstairs. She went downstairs finding the twins playing the game with Tyreek. A weak smile erupted on her face before she walked in the living room. Tyreek ass slept downstairs on the couch, Milan didn't want him to get any ideas and plus, Stephanie probably would die if she found out Tyreek and her slept in the same room let alone bed. Milan promised herself to prescribe that damn girl some medicine, she was fuckin crazy.

"Morning ma, how you?" Tyreek asked.

Milan nodded. "I'm fine. Damn what time is it?"

Tyreek pulled out his iPhone six and pressed the button. A picture of Stephanie appeared on the front screen. "It's almost one thirty. Ya ass was up there snoring and all, sounding like a damn dog."

She chuckled. "Shut up bean head anyways, hi mommys babies."

Tyreek laughed to himself. He looked at the twins excitedly run and jump on Milan. She laughed along with them and tickled them.

"Mommy gotta go brush her teeth and get dressed. What you guys wanna do today?" She asked the twins.

Tyreek stood up. "Well we," he pointed to himself and the twins. "Planned on going skating then going out to eat."

"Well it ain't no fun if mama can't get none. So I'm inviting myself." Milan fired back.

Milan turned around and went back upstairs. She stripped out her clothes and turned on the steaming hot shower water. The mirror and windows fogged up within seconds. She grabbed her body wash and stepped in the glass shower. She cleaned, shaved and rinsed her body for the next fifteen minutes before she turned the water off and got out.

She put on a pair of red lace panties and a matching red lace bra. The weather was nice today so she decided on a white pair of jeans, a white tank top, a long blue cardigan and some tan Sergio Rossi heels. Milan got dressed within minutes and styled her hair and did her makeup. Within forty five minutes she was ready.

She went back downstairs. "I'm all ready."

"Damn," Tyreek blurted out without thinking. He quickly covered his mouth as Milan looked over at him confused.

"What happen?" She asked.

You look fuckin good. He thought to himself. "Nothing ma, you ready?"

Milan nodded and grabbed her Chanel purse. The twins eagerly ran out the house to Tyreek's car. Milan followed behind them with Tyreek following shortly behind her. He couldn't help but take a quick glimpse at her ass in the jeans. She was holding up right too. Tyreek sighed to himself knowing God knew what he was doing punishing him by giving him a baby mama as fine as Milan. Tyreek knew ain't no way in hell he would be able to only have a relationship with Milan for the kids.