Regrets🌹

10

You wake up and roll over to see Marshall passed out next to you. You laugh at his state. He was still in his jeans and white tee, his mouth was slightly open, and he was snoring louder than usual. You felt kind of bad about making them clean the whole house, but you weren't gonna do it so it was best they did it.

You decided to mess with his while he was sleep. You scoot closer to him and start kissing on his neck while dragging your nails up his stomach. Marshall stirs and makes a groaning sound.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" He asks sleepily.

"I need you, big daddy." You whisper in his ear.

He chuckles, "Your father was right, he's not the only one you call daddy."

He rolls on top of you and you stare up at his with a raised brow.

"You killed the mood at the mention of my father. Move." You say pushing him off you.

You sit on the end of the bed and stretch.

"Hell no. You giving me some ass today. Especially after all thay cleaning I did last night. I'm gonna need a blowjob or something."

"Blow yourself."

"Rude."

You shrug and head to the en suite. You don't notice Marshall following behind, sporting a semi and kinda pissed off.

"Y/n, get back here and suck my dick!" He demanded.

"Fuck off you wanker." You retort, grabbing your toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch?"

You shrug, dismissing him completely and going to Miyah's room.

She was stood up in her crib, happily bouncing and babbling at the sight of you.

"Hey, babes." You say picking her up.

You take her down to the kitchen, passing a snoring Proof on the couch. You put her in her highchair and give her some freshly cut apple slices to hold her until breakfast was ready.

You make eggs, bacon and four pancakes for Proof, Two omelettes for you and Marshall (to apologize for making him horny) and oatmeal with strawberries for Miyah.

You grab a bib and put it around Miyah's neck then grab a chair, sitting in fornt of her highchair ready to feed her.

She happily eats the oatmeal, making sure that a little bit falls out of her mouth while she's chewing.

"You eat like your daddy." You mumble, wiping her mouth.

"I happen to think I eat like a 44 year old man." You hear.

You look up to see Marshall leaning against the wall shirtless. He grabs a chair and sits next to you. Miyah starts babbling and clapping her hands when she sees him.

"Hey, babygirl." Marshall says in his baby voice.

He takes the spoon from your hand, "I'll do this, you can eat."

"Why are you being nice?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I just want to feed my daughter." He smirks.

You hum and grab your omelette, "I made you an omelette."

He gives you a simple "Kay" and contines to feed Miyah. You lean against the counter eating your food and watching Marshall. You start to think about a future with him. It would be you, him, and Miyah. You didn't want to stay in Atlanta, or in America as a whole. You always wamted to move somewhere warm and sunny like Jamaica or Barbados.

You told Marshall about this before you got pregnant, and he was so supportive and always told you to follow your dreams and go for what you want, but now that Miyah is here and you two are back together, you were sure those dreams were down the toilet.

Couldn't hurt to try.

You sigh, "Marshall, I need to talk to you."

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