Just a few weeks after the funeral, these two love birds just knew that LA would give them the fresh and happy start that they deserve. With Riley carrying two babies and Chris getting his hands in a six million dollar deal, will the love between th...
It's been a week since Chris damn near broke the internet and I was still on the couch. I'd be lying if I said it was comfortable too; but I wasn't saying a thing to him until he gave me a proper apology. Luckily the whole thing died down on the internet, but I was still embarrassed at the fact that it even happened and that I can't even go to the Walmart closest to our damn house anymore.
Today I have a pre-op appointment with the OB-GYN that Vanessa referred me to so I could get an update on how the babies are doing and see when I can have the surgery I need and Chris had to go do an interview with some popular LA radio show. Vanessa agreed to watch RoRo for us so she wouldn't be a hassle on either of our behalves, and she came to pick her up around ten this morning. After I took a shower in Ro's bathroom to avoid Chris saying anything either unnecessary or childish to me, I went into the room to find something to wear. The second I got in, the smell of weed snuck up on me like shit. I haven't smoked in so long that it damn near made me sick. I followed where the smoke was coming from with my eyes and it landed on the balcony. Chris's goofy ass was smoking a blunt in the lounge chair with the window slid open, as if the smell just wasn't dispersing throughout the room.
I walked towards the balcony and leaned on the door. "Why are you smoking? Especially with the door open? Unless you want the twins to come out with asthma I advise you to put that thing out; I can't be inhaling that."
He exhaled smoke towards the sky then hit a 180 to face me.
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"And I advise you to go back inside if you can't be inhaling this." He told me. I swear he drives me to want to kill him. "You didn't close the patio door so the smell is gonna come inside the house regardless, smart ass. Look, are you taking me to my appointment or do I have to drive?"
"I don't want you anywhere behind a wheel, I'm taking you."
"Well you need to finish that up because it's at four and it's three o'clock right now." I tried to walk away but he grabbed me by my hand and held it. "I love you."
"Then why the fuck am I still sleeping on the couch, Christopher?" I snatched from his grip and went back into the house. After dropping my towel and opening my side of the closet, I started searching for something to wear to my appointment. It had to be at least ninety degrees outside so I looked for something that was both suitable for the weather and comfortable on my belly.
"You chose to sleep on the couch, Riley. I was just fuckin' 'round with you but you wanna get all serious and shit." Chris came out of nowhere, igniting an argument.
"I chose to sleep on the couch because you gave me that weak ass apology for embarrassing me, making us look like bad parents, and getting me banned from Walmart."
"My apology wasn't weak, I apologized for all that and even admitted to acting out a lil too much 'cause I know you never seen that side of me. But you just so fuckin' stubborn, you act like I'm finna sit here and kiss your feet for you to forgive me. Your feet ain't even all that cute."
