Diggy Imagines

O v e r s t r e s s e d //

Diggy's P.O.V.

Diggy- MAN I FUCKING SWEAR YOU ALWAYS THINK SOMEBODY OUT HERE DOING YOU DIRTY! DOES IT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND THAT I MIGHT ACTUALLY GIVE ME A FUCK ABOUT YOU?! I yelled viciously at the top of my lungs as I screamed at my wife.

YN-WELL DANIEL I NEED REASSURANCE! YOU HAVE CHEATED ON ME BEFO-

I couldn't ever bare to here her say the sill shit she was about to say; I cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

Diggy-THAT WAS YEARS AGO! I WAS YOUNG AND DUMB! WE GROWN NOW!

YN-SHOW ME YOU CAN BE GROWN! SHOW ME! COME HOME ON TIME, ANSWER YOUR GOD DAMN PHONE, ANSWER MY FACETIME CALLS AND EVERY NOW AND THEN BABY MAYBE, JUST MAYBE YOU COULD KEEP A PROMISE! WOAH! IF YOU KEPT A PROMISE HELL MIGHT FREEZE THE FUCK OVER DIGGY! She screamed from the top of the steps as I stood at the bottom.

Both of us were furious, yelling at each other with all our might. YN's face was red from how angry she was and my veins were bulging out of my neck as our faces were scrunched up with rage.

YN rubbed her pregnant belly and put her head down. I watched as her soft hair swayed over her shoulders. She began to sniffle.

Diggy-CRY! CRY ALL YOU WANT! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOUR SAD! YOUR SAD? I'M SAD! MY OWN WIFE DON'T FUCKING TRUST ME DOG! I screamed while punching a hole in the wall.

YN jumped at the loud sound it made.

BANG!

It happened in literally the blink of an eye. YN fell down the steps.

YN-*Groan in pain*

Diggy-BABY! I said while frantically run up the steps to the landing and squatting down to her.

YN-Mmmm my ankle. She winced in pain.

Diggy-You think the baby's okay? Huh? Baby, t-the baby? You think she's okay? I asked while rubbing YN's belly.

YN-SHES FINE! DIGGY MY ANKLE! She screamed in pain and then gripped my shirt tightly and buried her head into my chest.

Diggy-Okay, okay, I got you. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the couch.

I laid her down as she cried.

Diggy-I-I'll be right back baby!

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit.

I ran back to YN and felt to see if anything was popped out of place, I didn't feel anything so she probably just sprained it.

I sprayed icy hot on it to numb it a little and then wrapped it up tightly with an ace bandage.

She elevated it on the couch as I handed her a bottle of water and sat next to her draping my arm around her.

My fist was bleeding from punching the wall but I ignored the pain, I was just glad she and the baby were okay. Falls like that in your 8th month of pregnancy are dangerous...hell arguments like that in your 8 month of pregnancy can be dangerous.

Diggy-*Kisses the top of your head* I'm sorry, baby. I get what your saying. You deserve better, that's true. I'll do better. You just have to trust me.

YN-*Sigh* I know, baby, I know.

I always have to keep in mind how amazing not just my wife is but all women. ESPECIALLY BLACK WOMEN. Black women are super women. They not only deal with society's bullshit, the "Can I touch your hair?", "Your weave is too long." "Your natural hair is nappy."

Then they got police shooting THEIR men, white women taking their men, these men that they go hard for that disrespect them and neglect them for other races because they too "dark" or too "angry". I'd be angry too if I was a black woman! There's so much to be angry about.

I got one by my side though, giving up on black women is me giving up on myself, ya dig? I'm gonna show my wife how a BLACK QUEEN deserves to be treated. No more of this stressing her out.