Finale

4.

Why the hell am I still up with Fetty's fine ass on my mind 😐? LORTTTTT

Lmfao, and I got my Fetty playlist playing like that's going to help me sleep. Man, I'm turnt. So after I publish this little chapter I'm taking my ass to sleep.

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-A month later

Lexi...

I heavily sighed as I sat down next to Taya on my couch.

The kids were all asleep upstairs in their rooms and Fetty was out doing whatever it is that he wanted to do.

He still hadn't moved back in with me and the kids.

"So, how are things with you and Fetty?" Taya eagerly asked with a smile.

"The same." I blandly responded. "I thought everything was going to go back to normal after our encounter."

Taya lightly gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. "What do you mean? Shit's going downhill?"

"I mean, to me everything is still the same. We argue so much, Tay." I looked down at my nails. "It really hurts."

"Counseling." She simply said to me.

"But Fetty–"

"Fuck what he think ain't gone help. You never know until you try the shit!" She snapped.

I wiped away the tears that started to roll down my cheeks. They kept coming.

"It's just that we've been through a lot together. Losing a baby, the depression... It was a lot and I don't want to just give up on him because I love him more than anything."

"Well if you love him more than anything, fuck is you tellin' me all of this for?"

Then Taya pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back. "I love you, Lexington. You my bitch."

I laughed at her statement. "Love you too, Taya. You my bitch." I uncontrollably laughed.

"You better talk to your husband, stupid." She muffed my head and got off of the couch.

She picked her phone up off of the coffee table in front of us, walking towards the front door to leave.

"Tayaaaaa!" I whined while following her.

"What?" She questioned. "You want me to muff ya' big ass head again?"

I groaned and opened the door for her. "I really can't stand you sometimes."

"I don't know why you do when there's so many seats in this house." She sarcastically responded.

"Get the fuck out." I pointed out the front door before laughing at what she'd said to me.

"Bye, Lexi." She smiled.

"Bye, Tay."

.....

The next morning, my mom came to watch the girls at my house and I let the boys go next door to Taya's house so that I could have a chance to talk to Fetty.

I didn't need any interruptions from the kids during this conversation with Fetty, so I did what I had to do.

So, I went over to his condo he was staying in to discuss things.

"Will, it's a mess in here." I mumbled as he moved to the side to let me in.

Closing the door behind him, he mumbled, "This is why I insisted on meeting up somewhere else."

I kicked my flip flops off by the door and sat my purse down on the couch.

"Why would you want to have a private ass conversation like this somewhere where paparazzi could overhear? Then our business would really be it there." I sighed as I bent over to pick up a box of Cheez-It's. "This don't make no sen–"

Suddenly, I felt a huge smack on my ass.

I stood up straight and glared at my husband. "Do you want to fight?" I teasingly asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

"If by fight, you mean fuck– then of course." He gave me one of his award-winning smiles.

"Ugh, get out of my face." I teased, attempting to step around him to put the box of Cheez-It's away.

It didn't make no sense. Why does this nigga have the Cheez It's just sitting in the living room?

He wouldn't do that if he was at home with me, where he needed to be.

Fetty quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me extremely close to him.

My thick ass struggled to get out of his grip. "Boy, if you don't let me go–"

"What you gonna do, ma'?" He licked his lips.

I put my tongue on the inside of my cheek and looked up the ceiling of the room. "Moveeee." I whined.

"That whining ain't gone help you. It's jus' gone make shit worse fa' you." He smirked, rubbing on my booty.

"Will, we-we got stuff to talk about." I stuttered, feeling him reach for the waistband of my leggings. "It's important."

I ended up wrapping my arms around his torso, staring up at him while biting my bottom lip.

"Okay." He mumbled, kissing my lips repeatedly. "What you wanna say?"

Snapping back into reality, I retorted, "Nigga, you know what I came to talk about!"

He threw his arms around my shoulders and hugged me while we talked. "Yeah, I was kind of tryin' ta' avoid it."

"Mhmm." I mumbled. "Will, we need to do this marriage counseling. I don't wanna hear no."

"I don't need nobody to be listenin' ta' my proble–"

"Willie, I don't wanna hear it." I broke out of the hug.

"If you want to fix this marriage, then you'll go with me." I stared at him for an answer.

He heavily sighed, plopping down onto the couch.

"Alright, man." He then ran a hand through his dreads and patted his lap for me to come sit down.

So, I took a seat on his lap and got comfortable. I looked up at him and said, "It's going to help us, babe."

We held onto each other's hands, our fingers intertwined.

"Then you can finally come home. And sleep in our bed." I cheesed.

"That sound real fuckin' nice. I ain't really been able to sleep." He mumbled with his lips pressed onto the side of my neck. "I love you so much man."

"I love you too, Will." I smiled before pecking his lips.