Can't Have It All

Simple Things

Kenya POV-

"This is all I need once a week. Just this." O said as I looked in his eyes. We were on our couch watching movies on Netflix all.

Any movie that looked interesting. Eating all the food and snacks that were bad for us. Or rather him, especially during the season when his body needed to be in tip top shape.

But neither of us cared. All I heard yesterday was he would remove himself from my life and I had to remind myself of what that would be like. I had no family. O had become everything to me, since my mother died.

My Bestfriend, my lover, my father, my biggest supporter, my advisor when I needed advice on everything from my business to stupid stuff like, "babe which dress looks better on me."

Yes my dreams were important but it was not worth putting my baby last. I honestly didn't know I was doing that.

I thought okay, he's busy with football he's busy too. But I had to think how would I feel if he neglected me for football.

I just had to...I just had to figure everything out. I'm so young with no guidance about anything really. How to be a woman. How to be a business woman. A great wife to be.

I was learning. And I didn't have it all now, but I would successfully juggle it. Because I never wanted my kids feeling like how O feels. And I didn't want him feeling he wasn't important to me anymore, when in fact, he was my entire world.

The great thing about my baby is that he wasn't complicated. He didn't ask for a lot. Like he said, simple things like this will do. And I was going to make time for that.

"We be so separate sometimes I forget what you look like." He randomly bursted out, running his finger across my face.

"What?" I laughed.

"I be forgetting what you look like. Especially when I'm on away games. That happened while you was in London. And I come back and be like she ain't as ugly as I thought. Just a little ugly." He said moving my hair out my face.

I stale faced him.

"You know I love you despite being ugly baby. Stop tripping." He kissed me.

I moved his lips. "Odell shut up before I slap you."

He cracked up until he started coughing

"Odell stop coughing on me. Fool."

He coughed again on me purposely.

I put a pillow over his face playfully suffocating him. He moved it.

We stared into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much K. Like, I don't think you understand how much simple shit like that this makes me happy. I don't need to go to a five star restaurant. Some exotic country. Just being with you, right here in our house, knowing you gon be wife real soon if you stop playing..." He took my hand and kissed my ring finger.

"Just makes me so happy. That's all I need. I just want you to get that."

"I do now. I'm sorry I didn't before." I ran my hair threw his platinum  blonde curls. It was different from college.

It was shaggy and curly. His beard was full wolf-man, but underneath it all, he was still as handsome as the cocky, freshmen that just knew everybody was a fan. 🙄

But time had matured his face. It scares me how much of man he looked. It's like overnight his boyish LSU face, turned into a man confident, assured, who lived by the beat of his own drum. His platinum curls proved that.