Mindless Behavior Imagines

Quality Time | Craig

You got home from a hard day of work. You walked in and hardly closed the door as your keys and phone occupied your other hand.

The alarm for the house went off as you finally closed the door and your son came running down the stairs. He looked at your overworked body and gave you a soft look.

You held your hands out and he came and picked you up, and took you to the room. He laid you down on your bed and sighed.

"Mama I am tired of you coming home looking like that."he said fiddling with his hands while looking down.

He couldn't dare stand to see you look so worn out when he knew that if you would just take a break there would still be money coming in the house.

"Now I done told you, none of that damn drug money will pay for shit inside of this house! I will not tolerate that money sitting in this house! You can buy your own shit with that money but you will not help this house with it!"you gave him one of the MANY lectures about his "affiliations".

He sighed and went into the kitchen and pulled out a bag of pork chops and sat it in the sink and started to season it. He turned the grease on and covered them in flour and sat the first bash in there.

He sat down on the kitchen table and sighed. He pulled the wad of cash out and counted his money.

You snuck behind him and seen all the hundreds he was tossing around in his hands. The more the money kept switching into his other hand, the more you kept thinking.

Should I really be this hard if he knows he can help me?

You walked from behind him and finished cooking the meat and made a salad to go along with it.

You and your son sat down on the couch as you do every night and ate dinner together.

You sighed and remembered the moment you had before you started cooking dinner. He did have A LOT of money.

"Craig I want you to help me."you said slowly under your breath.

"Ma'am?"he asked you again.

"Craig I want you to help me."you repeated again louder.

He put his plate down on the table and looked at you. He had an emotionless face. You couldn't tell of he was happy and you couldn't tell if he was sad.

You looked down and put your plate on the table and started to walk away.You gasped as you felt his arms engulf you and spend you in the air.

He spent you around a few times and looked into your eyes smiling. He pulled you down and to him as he looked down at you. He kissed you and rubbed your sides up and down.

You moaned and added tongue to the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.