Cross My Heart (on hold)

Love Hate Thing

Kevin's POV:

After I talked to Melissa yesterday nothing changed. I still love the girl and I still don't have her. If anything, shit got worse because I just keep thinking about her crying. I don't ever wanna see that happen again. Especially not because of me. At least I know she still cares though. I know Melissa. She's a 'No Bullshit' type of girl. If she didn't still care she wouldn't have sat there to hear me out. She probably would've turned around when she first saw me...but she didn't. She may have acted like she didn't care but I know she was fronting. She still got love for me. I know she do.

"I heard you talked to wifey the other day at the mall ?" Lamar said walking into the kitchen where I was. "Damn shay talk too damn much." I said aloud. Lamar laughed. "So what happened ? How that shit turn out ?" He asked. I sighed and went into the refrigerator. "I tried to explain what happened that night...and she listened....buh she ended up cryin and runnin off. I ain't wanna chase her, that would've just made shit worse..." I told him. "You should've went after her..." I looked up from the refrigerator. "Why you say that ?" I asked. I was curious to know what this nigga had to tell me about my own love life. "You can't just walk away. If you let her run all the time and don't chase her...how you gon get her ? You gotta go get her. This shit ain't gon be that easy bruh. You gotta go get yo girl. Shit, let her know who she belong to. Nigga if I had a girl like Melissa....I'd never let that go." He finished.

For a second I got caught up. I started to ask him what he meant when he said a girl like Melissa but I put it beside myself and let it fly. That's that jealousy shit getting to me. After I got over the jealousy I started listening to what he was saying. He was right. If I love Melissa like I say I do then I need to show her. Which it's crazy 'cus she ain't even been in my life half a year. All I know is that I want her to be. That's my baby...I gotta get her back.

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Melissa POV:

I had just got home from work and I was tired as fuck. I already knew Malik was gonna be wired up and ready for me to play with him when I got home and I didn't have the energy for that. As soon as I unlocked the door Malik ran to me with his little legs and hugged mine. "Mommy !" He screamed. "Hey sweetie." I said exhausted, trying to walk in the house with him still around my legs. He let go of my legs and lifted his arms for me to pick him up. I bent down to get him and then I carried him in my arms. I closed the door and locked it and threw all my things on the couch. Malik kissed me on my cheek and told me how much he missed me and that him and Jay got bored without me. "I told daddy he was boring and that he should go save you from work. And then I told him I miss you. And...and guess what daddy said." He explained all in one breath. "What ?" I asked him enthusiastically. "He said he did too." He giggled. I don't know why that was so funny to him but I didn't care. I loved hearing my baby laugh. I love seeing his dimples when he smiles. "Ya damn right I did." Jay said as he came into the room. Malik gasped and then covered his mouth. He had a surprised face. "What's wrong with you ?" I asked pulling his little hands down from in front of his mouth. He pointed at Jay and said "daddy said a bad word !" I laughed. "Look here lil man....snitches get stitches. Life lesson number one. Don't forget it." He said poking Malik's nose. "Well you shouldn't be sayin bad words in front of my son." I stuck my tongue out. He came up behind me and kissed me on my cheek and hugged me. "Hol up...YO son ? We made that youngin togetha !" He joked around. "Yeah, yeah..." I laughed as Jay walked over into the kitchen.

I kicked my shoes off and went to put Malik down on the floor but when I bent down to put him down he wouldn't let go of my neck. "Let go." I laughed. He shook his head back and forth sayin "nope". "Jay ! Come get yo son !" I laughed. He looked up from the refrigerator at me like I was crazy. "Oh ! My son ? Now he my son ? What happened to him only bein yo son ?" He asked sarcastically. I laughed and hopped my way into the kitchen with Malik still wrapped around my neck. "Here, get yo son !" I said pushing Malik up against Jay. "Uhh uhhhhh. Nope. That's YO son. You handle that." He said escaping from the kitchen with a glass of juice in his hand. "Ugggghhhhh !" I sighed. "Ok look...mommy has to go take a shower. Mommy's a little tired right now. ok ?" "Ok." He said letting go of my neck so he could get down. "Ok now go in your room and watch tv." I told him. "Yes ma'am." He said running off. "And stop runnin ! For you fall and bust to head." I told him. He stopped running and held his head down like he was said. "Yes ma'am." He said in a depressed voice. I laughed to myself. "What am I gonna do with that boy..."