Always My Thug

ninetyeight.

Noami's POV

Tray didn't come home last night, which wasn't a surprise. But I was the only one up every three hours with two babies. I cried so much that I think I lost some weight.

I was drifting to sleep on the couch with Tyson in my arms and Trinity in her bouncer. They were both sleep and I was trying to get some shut eye too.

I heard the door unlocked and it try to open. It didn't open all the way because I had the chain on it. Because I didn't want Tray to come in last night.

Our first day/night out of the hospital and back at the house, we got into an argument. Not a regular ole argument but a fight.

"Noami." he stated through the door crack.

I placed Tyson in his bouncer and got up and went to the door. I came around the corner and he looked at me.

"What?" I questioned folding my arms.

"Open the fcken the door." he said.

I rolled my eyes, closed the door shut, and unchained the door. I walked away but he grabbed my arm and then my face and kissed me. I sorta of kissed back and then again I sorta didn't.

"Where's the twins?"

"Oh the two kids that you left me by myself last night, are right there." I said pointing in the living room.

"They're sleep?"

"Yeah." I said dryly going into the kitchen

"Good, because yesterday was a bunch of bullsh*t. And I'm still surprised that you're even here." he said taking a seat at the island.

"Where would I go?" I asked him.

"Hell, I don't know."

"Well, I'm still here. For now." I trailed on.

"Forever. Noami, you and I are married. We're going to have fights and sh*t. We're going to be on our bad terms but we got to get through them."

"Tray I just put my hands on you. And I threw your phone over the staircase. Along with your clothes." I stated.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

"What the hell did you do?" he questioned.

"I threw all your clothes that were in the closet down the stairs. Some were in a suitcase and the rest were on the floor." I explained rubbing my face.

"Noami, what the hell! What's wrong with you?"

"Do you know what you said to me? You were going to call up that hoe and fck her."

"That's why you threw my phone and slapped me. I understand them fcken reasons but my clothes and sh*t?"

"Didn't know what you were going to do next." I mumbled.

"Nothing! I was not going to do nothing! You're my fcken wife. I didn't know what was happening that night. I was toasted, okay. I'll never do sh*t like that, and you know it." he said.

"Tray, I don't know nothing!"

"You know! Can you just try and get this sh*t through your head. I'm sorry, okay." he said getting up and coming over to me.

"I'm sorry." he stated again, this time hugging me.

I started to cry in his chest. I didn't want him touching me but I wrapped my arms around him anyway.

"You know I'll never hurt you purposely." he said.

I didn't know what to believe. I was just tired of all of the bullsh*t. Including the trust. Not knowing if I should be able to trust him or not.