Yours and Mine [MPREG]

Chapter Twenty-Three

December 26, 2013
"Chit Chat? About What?"
Brooklyn

I knock on his door and shove my shaky hands back into my pockets. I only grabbed a cardigan because his aunt's house is right across the street.

That was dumb as the fuck.

It's freezing and windy and I just might have to strangle Jack Frost.

I knock again and look up at the windows.

"Please, please, please."

I hear the locks turn and the door opens. He looks at me with a frown standing there in a tank and some plaid pants. I try to smile at him, but he doesn't soften up.

"Merry Christmas," I coo awkwardly.

He grabs me and pulls me in. I bask in the warm air.

Woo, thank ya.

"It isn't Christmas anymore," I can hear the bitterness in his voice.

I watch him lock the door back, without saying a word. he doesn't look at me; he just walks pass me and starts walking up the stairs. I follow him to his room here. He gets back in bed and turns his back towards me.

"July," I go over to him.

I kick my shoes off and get under the covers.

Say something.

I lay on my side and wrap my arms around him. He sighs and I feel him relax.

"Come on with the excuses," he says.

Bet.

"I woke up this morning and my mom and dad was arguing about God knows what. I had to go all the way downtown to find khakis for church cause I couldn't freaking button my other ones. I had a migraine and my dad made me go with him to drop off gifts. I tried to get over here. I swear," I try.

"And where was your phone during all of this?"

"I was rushing and left it at home. So stop being a nut, my mans."

"Hmp," he says like I'm bullshitting.

I sit up some and pull his shoulder.

"I'm not jiving, so don't start," I tell him.

He wiggles out of my grip.

"I ain't starting shit, I'm just disappointed. I had cool stuff planned. Christmas is my favorite holiday and I wanted to spend it with my favorite person," he says.

He's sounds so sad.

I feel a slight strain in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I seriously tell him.

He doesn't even acknowledge it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I shake him and he finally turns over.

He looks up at me.

"Whatever."

I lean down and start leaving small kisses all over his face.

"I. Got. Ya. Shitty. Gifts," I kiss him between each one.

He ends up laughing, but accepts them all.

"Where are they though?" he raises one of his bushy brows.

I smack my lips and climb out of bed.

"Come over tomorrow morning my guy," I nod.

"Mmhmm," he groans.

He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed.