Exchange || Bryson Tiller [ #Wattys2017 ]

XLIII

Mariah.

"Bryson."

"Mariah."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Bryson."

"Mariah."

"I love you."

He sighed, "Mariah, I'm tired of playing this game with you."

"It's not a game baby, I just love you. I can't love on my man?"

"I love you too Mariah. Now shut up."

I pouted and sat up from laying on his back.

I looked at the edge of the bed to see Micah and Harley still asleep.

Don't ask me how the four of us ended up on Bryson's bed last night cause somehow it happened.

I guess we were all geeked off sugar last night.

I glared at Bryson as he still laid there with his eyes closed.

I nudged him, "Bryson."

"What now Mariah?"

"Get up and talk to me."

"No. Go to sleep." He grumbled.

"But baby, it's 10:09 in the morning."

"So."

"Pleaseeee." I pouted.

"Wake up Harley and Micah." He said finally looking at me.

I dramatically sighed and pouted while looking down and playing with my fingers.

I know this will get him.

He stared at me a long time before sucking his teeth and sitting up.

I knew it.

I smiled and leaned against him.

"Hey baby." I beamed.

"What do want to talk about Mariah?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

He glared at me, "Are you fucking serious? I'm going back to sleep." He said as I grabbed his arm.

"Bryson nooo." I said keeping him upright.

"Then talk." He said leaning against the headboard.

I paused, thinking, "Where do you see us in five years?"

"Working on our fifth child." He said quickly.

I laughed, "So we're having a baby each year?"

"Yes."

"Sike nigga, you fucking thought."

"Nah, that's what you think but you can deny all you want cause I soon as I put this dick in ya, you gone agree to everything I say." He smirked gripping my thigh.

"You right." I mumbled.

"I know I am."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "But Bryson seriously though, you think we'll still be together?"