Him & Her [Interracial(B. 2/2)]

The Game

Naya French POV:

I already knew to today was gonna be long day; it's Sunday, football Sunday. All the guys are coming over for food and the game so I've been cooking and cleaning.

"BABEE!" my husband Kyle called to me. It's a coincidence how we met; it's also a bitch how we met too.

"What?!"

"HAVE YOU SEEN MY JERSEY?"

"CHECK THE BASKET IN THE BEDROOM!"

He depends on me for, basically everything. I cook, clean, and do most things around the house. It's hard when you're pregnant and moving so much; he's usually at work or sleep or doing something else.

"CAN'T FIND IT!"

Already getting tired of this shit.

I went upstairs to find him throwing clothes on the bed from the basket. We bought a 4 bedroom, 3 and a 1/2 bath home in this wonderful neighborhood his father recommended.

The good thing is that his parents live nearby and can help with the baby and everything.

"Move let me look." I said. He got out the way and I instantly found the Jersey on the pile and handed it to him.

"Thanks babe. What would I do without you!" he said kissing my cheek and going to the bathroom.

I need to get the food finished and set them up nice. It took me at least 20 minutes to clean the kitchen and finish the food. Now to change.

I found my football jersey and threw it on, along with some jeans. At least I look cute and pregnant, tacky and pregnant is a no-go.

Our company came over, which were all men and two of their wives with 6 children total. Laterm detroying my living room and dining room.

Our team won in the end and everyone finally left about 6 hours later. I showered and wrote in my daily journal while relaxing.

Dear Naya,

Stressful day as usual. Never invite the WIlson's again because they will destroy your home and don't offer to help clean. Start walking to stay in shape during pregnancy. Love yourself.

-Naya

I only wrote a tiny bit as usual and shoved it in my nighstand drawer. Kyle came out his shower with a towel around his neck. Usually when he walked out with a towel around his hips, it meant he wanted something. That something was sex.

He slid next to me on the bed and looked at me.

"Can I help you?" I said irritated.

"Babeeeee, it's been awhile." he said rubbing my belly. It was soothing and tiring at the same time.

"Yeah, and it'll be even longer as long as you're still bugging me. Goodnight." I said turning on the side.

"It's like you don't even care about my needs. You're lucky that I'm not one of those cheating husbands like most."

I scoffed. "I'm lucky? You think I wanted to be pregnant this young and not be able to live my life?"

"Whatever. I'm goin' out." he said walking to the closet for clothes. Time for the desperate act. Whenever I feel alone, like now, I apologize and beg him to stay.

I know, I know. I'm not that desperate but I really need him. Don't judge me; it's hard to be pregnant without that special someone there every step of the way.

He came out and I got up and grabbed his arm pulling him back to me.

"I'm sorry baby, I just really need you here for me; it's hard right now." I said with my bottom lip out.

"Yeah I get that, it's like you don't even care about how I feel." he responded. Is this dumbass acting right now? Just keep going along with this Naya

"I'm sorry baby, can I make it up to you?" I led him to the bed and he sat down with my hands on his shoulders and his hands around my hips.

He murmured a 'M-hm' and we kissed to make it up. It pisses me off to think that the way to make things even is either sex or a make-out session.

I pushed him down on the bed and hover over him with my belly weighing me down. The doctor said it was fine to have sex, I just prefer not to.

"Just 2 more months babe." I said to him. He groaned and moved out my reach like a grumpy kid.

Man, tonight is gonna be a long night.

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