Forever My Thug

chapter 6

Noami's POV

Today, Tray and I decided to go out. Not only us but as a family. To me, it was a lot of work. Car seats, strollers, diaper bags, bottles, too much. And Trinity is a crybaby, and Tyson don't like nobody but me and Tray. I really don't want anymore kids.

I was laying in the bed with Trinity in my arms. We decided to put the twins in the bed with us last night, instead of walking.

"Why you still in the bed?" Tray asked.

"Because, don't feel like getting up."

"Noami, get yo ass up." he stated.

"Where are we going anyway?" I questioned, stroking Trinity's hair.

"Why is it always question after question with you?" he asked sitting on the bed.

"Just because I want to know where we're going?"

"Don't start with me." he said getting up and leaving out the room.

I was aggravating him and he was doing the same. I don't know what's wrong with me, just got an attitude. I've became lazy as hell, don't be feeling like going anywhere. I barely do my hair. And the major thing is I don't want to be around my husband.

I got up out the bed and put the twins in their bassinets that were in the room. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. I got out and brushed my teeth, when I heard the door opened.

Tray went and picked up the twins. He was the only one who can carry the both at the same time. He was probably going to get them dressed.

N*gga still ain't tell me where we were going, asshole. I went to the closet and put on a pink crop, with spaghetti straps, a long gray skirt, and my Superstars Adidas.

I took my still fresh hair out of the bonnet and did my makeup. Afterwards, I threw on a hat. I walked in Tyrone's room and he was in his bathroom brushing his teeth.

"Sup big boy." I said rubbing his hair.

He was growing out his hair like Tray was. But their hair was curly and able to comb through, not nappy. Then I would have to cut it myself.

"I want some ice cream." he said.

"You just got done brushing your teeth." I said laughing.

"But I still want some ice cream."

"Alright, we'll get some. What are you wearing?" I asked as we walked out and into his room.

"Daddy picked me out some clothes." he said pointing to the bed.

I walked up and saw his outfit. It was a blue long sleeve with a pair of joggers, with a pair of all black Adidas Originals ZX Flux. He got dressed and I went to the twin's room, where Tray was getting them ready. I went up and hugged him from behind.

"Can I have a kiss?" I questioned.

"Nah, but you can have this diaper." he said handing me one.

"Trayvon."

"What? Get your axs over here." he stated.

I rolled my eyes at him and took over Tyson. I dressed him because Tray had already dressed Trinity. After I was finished, I put him in his carseat. Tray left out the room, so I finished packing their bags.

Made sure they have enough bottles, diapers, wipes, changing clothes, pacifiers, bibs, everything. Tray came back in with his shoes on and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face.

"Fuck wrong with you?" he questioned.

"You." I mumbled.

"Not about to play these fucking games with you."