"I know you know how to make me jealous."
Mariah.
I paused, thinking, "Where do you see us in five years?"
"Working on our fifth child." Bryson said quickly.
I laughed, "So we're having a baby each year?"
"Yes."
"Sike nigga, you fucking thought."
"Nah, that's what you think but you can deny all you want cause I soon as I put this dick in ya, you gone agree to everything I say." He smirked gripping my thigh.
"You right." I mumbled.
"I know I am."
I playfully rolled my eyes, "But Bryson seriously though, you think we'll still be together?"
When I said that he looked at me like I had two heads.
"You serious?"
I shrugged, "I can't tell the future."
He laughed, "You got life fucked up if you think we're not gonna be together."
I blushed, "You're cute when you're possessive, babe."
He laughed, "I'm just serious about what's mine."
— • —
Like I said Micah is laying next to me asleep at only 11:08.
I told you it never fails, he be so close every time but at least my baby tried.
So now I'm just laying next to Micah in bed, while he sleeps and snores in my ear which is way too loud for a child his age.
But as I drowned out Micah's snores, I laid there thinking about all the bad luck I had in relationships.
And right now I've never been so confused in my life.
How is Bryson gonna call me his and he's the one that broke up with me.
I sighed lightly, I don't understand niggas I swear.
But maybe I should give Omar a chance cause I don't know what Bryson got going on right now.
But I can't help but to feel like Alicia has something to do with it...
And if she does so help me God.
— • —
"Happy birthday Superman!!" I yelled in Micah's face to wake him up.
This time he didn't struggle to wake up, his eyes shot right open.
"It's my birthday!" He yelled jumping up.
"It sure is, my baby is five years old." I said grabbing his face and kissing him all over it.
He scrunched up his face, "Moooommy stop."
