She went to make herself a home cooked meal, she missed having one. She honestly missed cooking for two. Amari was the last man she'd cooked for. She honestly missed him. Los bad temper made her miss him, but he didn't care enough to visit them, he hadn't seen Harlem since he was born except if it was over FaceTime. The whole situation turned her off from him as a person. She pulled out a pack of chicken that she'd told Los to put in the fridge earlier since she'd been planning to cook dinner. She took out some sweet potatoes, macaroni boxes, shredded cheeses, collard greens, dinner rolls. She planned on making a good soul food meal. She missed having one. She washed her hands to prep when she felt someone approach, she felt hands on her waist and a firm body against hers. "Los- what the fuck-?" She said turning and pushing him away, until she got a good look. She eyed him strangely. His outfit was different and the crooked smile on his face gave away the true identity.
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"Amari?" She asked in shock. "Yeah, man," He grabbed her hand and pulled her in his arms. She let out a breath. She didn't realize how much she missed him till now. "Damn I missed you ma," he sighed and pecked her neck. She cuddled against his chest until she felt him pull away abruptly. "But I got some real animosity towards you Ma, on some real shit," he warned. She looked up him, curious. "Why is that?" She asked. "You have been ignoring me for two weeks straight. I had to go through your family to make sure you and my son were straight, that's so fucked up Ma," he promised. She scoffed. "No, what's fucked up is that you haven't came to see your child since he'd been born!" She hissed. "I was working! You know I wouldn't have missed this much time away from him if I wasn't," he said. "No I don't know that Amari," she said turning her back to him to finish preparing the food. "You should know I'm not that type of nigga Ava, it fucked me up to not be around him but I have a contract Ma! I've been fuckin up with it ever since I met you and with the playoffs and shit I couldn't fuck up no more or I would have gotten in major trouble," he explained. "It wasn't an option," he said. "I missed my fuckin son, you have no idea how bad," he said in a hurtful tone. She wiped the tears in her eyes and shook her head, refusing to look at him. She refused to give in. "He's upstairs with Los, you can go see him," she said lowly. "Can you at least congratulate me on winning a championship, getting a ring?" He asked sadly. She was slightly shocked, but she didn't turn around. She knew how bad he wanted it. That he'd worked so hard to get one, his whole career. She could at least tell him congrats. "Congratulations Amari, I'm proud of you," she said softly, turning to retrieve the flour out of the pantry. He didn't speak just nodded and walked out of the kitchen, when she heard his footsteps going up the marble steps and the coast was clear, she began crying softly. She hated how soft she had become, a year ago, she would have never been cried over a man who wasn't Eddie or Q and that was only because of their conditions. She could've gave a fuck about any other guys. She hated how much she loved Amari sometimes because he only stressed her out. She knew she had to move on to better herself. She had to get herself together and now, with him here and with him ready to help physically in Harlems life, it was both good and bad for her. She now has a helping hand, which would help her have time to herself, but she also had him around which could be a distraction. Yet, it was time to move on. She was starting a new chapter in her life. It was starting tonight.
