The Line

A good day

Malik POV
I look down and see Dess laying on my chest her hair was all in my face. I just can't believe she still with me even though we fight and stuff. I love her though but sometimes I can't help myself. I'm not crazy I know what I be doing. It's just hard for me not to. My dad didn't treat my mom like that but I'm old school. My grandfather told me that a woman should know her place. My grandmother was nothing like my mother.  She  respected my grandfather. I will have the same structure in my home.

I want my woman at home doing what a woman is supposed to and I don't want her working because she don't need to. I provide for us and our unborn children. All she have to do is cook, clean, shop, give me some kids ,and respect me it's not like she has anything hard to do. I treat her right for the most part except for the hitting cause her ass don't respect me. I love my baby though.

She starts moving around on me. I slide from under her and go take a shower. Once I get out the shower and I smell my food cooking. After I'm done dressing, I go to the table and sit down. She fixes my plate and places it in front of me along with my juice. I begin to eat and she joins me shortly after.

I look up at her in the middle of eating. She doesn't notice me staring so she just continues to eat. I get up putting my plate in the sink. Then I walk over and give her a kiss on the cheek. She looks up at me and I bend down to kiss her lips. She kisses me back as I step inbetween her legs. I place kisses all on her face and then to her neck. I start rubbing on her thighs and I can feel her move her body closer to me. I hug her tightly and kiss her neck one last time before walking away.

   I grab my brief case and walk out the door. I get in my car and drive to work praying I don't run in to any of the regular thirsty hoes today because I honestly don't have time for them. They should get sick of me dogging them. I don't see how niggas cheat on they loyal girl for a thirsty trifling hoe. My wife was different and that's why I could never do her wrong.

    I go to get some lunch at my favorite deli shop when I see her. She's study some type of book. She was so concentrated her nose wrinkles up some as she highlights words in her book. I continue to observe her. She has nice fluffy black curly hair and she has smooth mocha skin. She is genuinely beautiful. She lifts the book and I see her staring at me.

Then she goes back to her book ; I get up and walk to her table and sit down. " Hey how you doing?", I ask her while staring at her still. She looks up at me and smiles." I'm good what about you?", She asks closing her book. " I could be a whole lot better if I could get to know you better. If that's OK with you.", I tell her keeping eye contact.

She bites her bottom lip and stares me in my eyes. It's like we were having some type of connection through our eyes. She nods her head then begins to smirk. " Can I have your number ....." , I ask waiting for her to fill in the blank with her name. " Goddess , and yes you can have my number.", She tells me as she grabs my hand and writes it down on me.

That's the day I met this beautiful woman who had a good head on her shoulders. I stop day dreaming and I look too the side of me and I see a man crying as they take his wife out of the car and put an oxygen mask on her. They try to keep him away from her. One of the paramedics look at him sadly.

He starts shaking his head no. He yells and tells them to try again. Then he tells them to save the baby that's when they try to revive her. They put her in the ambulance and drive off. I flip a U turn and start to drive home. I felt a panic in me and that I should just be home with her today.