Do or Die

15.

//Zonnique

As promised, the next morning Chris had a spa day set up for me. It felt good to be pampered and it was relaxing. After the spa, I went back to the room and was surprised that Chris wasn't there. I looked towards the bed and saw a huge bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a note. I picked up and laughed seeing Chris's messy handwriting on the paper.

In the note, he told me to relax in the room while he finished setting up the plans for the night. He also said to be dressed in an hour or two to go to the art museum. I sat the note on the nightstand along with the flowers and got in the bed. While I ate some of the chocolate and flipped through the channels, my phone started ringing.

I smiled seeing it was Jordan Facetiming me. I quickly answered and my baby girls face popped up in the camera.

"Hi mommy!" She squealed excitedly.

"Hey baby." I smiled. "Are you being good?"

"Mhm." She nodded. "I big girl."

"Good job." I nodded. "Mommy misses you."

"I miss you too." She tried to kiss the phone.

"Where's your auntie Jordan?" I asked.

"I'm right here." Jordan put her face in the camera. "Hey girl."

"Heyyyy." I stuck another chocolate in my mouth.

"Look at you glowing and shit." She smirked. "How's the trip going?"

"Girl, perfect." I sighed. "I'm so relaxed and it feels good to be pampered. Jordan the spa was so nice and I can't wait to see what Chris has planned for tonight."

"Ooo." She laughed. "Don't get pregnant."

"Never." I laughed shaking my head.

While Jordan was telling me about some gossip about girls that I didn't even know, Chris came back into the room with some food. I told Jordan I would call her back and ended the FaceTime.

"She always talking shit." He shook his head.

"She can't help it." I shrugged. "But what's this?"

"I found a sandwich shop and it looked good, so I got us some lunch." He took the food out the bag.

He handed me my sandwich and drink and got his own food out. When he saw me switch the TV to Netflix, he groaned. I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what he was about to start complaining about.

"Problem?" I took a bite of my sandwich.

"Don't turn no bullshit on Zo." He sighed. "I don't wanna watch no chick flick or no weird ass documentary."

"Worry about self." I stuck my tongue out and scrolled through the different movies.

"Turn that on." He pointed to some football movie.