Always My Thug

ninetyfour.

Noami's POV

"You're birthday is coming up. How you feel about that?" I asked Tray.

"Ain't got to spend it in jail." he stated.

We were sitting on the couch watching TV. He comes by everyday and bring us something to eat or take us out. Tyrone and I haven't been to the house since we left it. And Tray won't let us over there.

Maybe its because it might just be watched by some people. Or something like that. I don't know.

"Tyson and Tyrone just might have the same birthday." I said rubbing my stomach.

"I would hope not. That's too much damn pressure." he stated flipping through the channels.

"What you mean? That's less pressure. Less stuff we have to buy and we get a two in one." I said.

"Noami, think about it when Tyrone turns 16 or 18, he's going to want to spend that alone and going big by himself. He won't like sharing that moment with someone."

"Eh, I still think its a good idea."

"Well, I don't."

"You never think what I think is a good idea." I said mumbled rolling my eyes.

"We not about to do this tonight." he chuckled.

"I'm not doing nothing. I'm just....

"Noami, drop it." he said getting up.

"Where are you going?" I yelled.

"Bout my fcken business!" he shouted.

"Fck you." I stated.

"Won't be the first time that comes out your mouth and I'm pretty sure it won't be the last." he said leaving and slamming the door.

Once he slammed it, Tyrone came out his room.

"Where's daddy?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

"He left, but he'll be back." I stated.

He crawled up next to me and laid on me. I couldn't wait to have Tyson because then I'll have both my babies. We both fell asleep on the couch and then I heard the door open.

"Such a mama's boy." Tray said picking up Tyrone.

"Well, you wasn't here what was he suppose to do?" I questioned.

He went to put him down and I went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

"I am so hungry." I said grabbing a bag of Lay's chips.

"Ass is always hungry." he stated.

"Why you being so mean to me?" I questioned.

"I'm not, I'm just telling you the truth. You just being a crybaby. Which needs to stop."

"I do what the fck I want." I mumbled.

"Excuse me? What was that? I didn't hear you." he stated getting up off the couch and coming my way.

"I said, I do what the fck I want." I repeat.

"See that's the kind of thinking that's going to get you fck up. Stop fcken playing with me Noami."

"I'm not playing with you. Believe me, my hands are not in your pants." I stated and then I left the room.

I went and laid in the bed and ate my chips. Few minutes later, he came in the room and tried to kiss me on the cheek.

"You're not staying?" I asked.

Now, I know that minutes ago I wanted him yo leave but now I want him to stay. Its not my fault, its the hormones.