"Save it," Candy said, "All relationships have problems. But I don't want you around Myah alone until you control your anger. It's not safe while she's pregnant."
"Mom I love you but you can't make me stay away from my girl. I don't need help."
"Both of you do," his father said, "This was suppose to be a good day we thought. She should be out any minute."
"I'm sorry."
Minutes passed and the three of them sat in silence as they started to hear the water slowing down from the bathroom.
The bathroom door opening revealing Myah standing awkwardly with a towel wrapped around her waist.
"M-Mrs—Candy," she stuttered refusing to look up from the ground, "C-can you get Diego to come here for a sec?"
Candy gave Diego the look until he jogged down the hallway in Myah's direction as she held the door open allowing him into the bathroom. She shut it completely behind him as she made sure they couldn't hear them.
"I-I need you to get my make up," she said, "she can't see this."
"She already has," Diego sighed, "they literally banned me from being alone with you. I'm surprised they're okay with me being in here with you."
"What?" Myah asked shockingly as she folded her arms across her chest, "banned you? what the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"It means that i'm not allowed anywhere near you until I control my anger."
"That's bullshit," she replied, "it's my fault.. I did some stupid shit—w-we practically live together she can't just do that."
"Well she is."
"Plus were like.. having a family soon if she expects you to take like a rehab anger management course that can take months and i'm not just letting—,"
"Myah," Diego huffed as he wrapped his arms around her lower waist, "it's not like that."
"Well you're not staying away from me soo."
"I know babe," Diego laughed, "I just couldn't lie to her any longer."
"It's alright. I just need you to get my make up and shit out of the car," Myah said backing away from Diego to open the door to let him out.
He nodded his head before disappearing out into the hallway. As he approached the front door, his mother stopped and asked him where he was going.
"Oh.. Myah wants her make up. Be right back!" he finished quickly before rushing out of the door before anymore questions could be thrown his way.
As he entered back through the door after grabbing the make up bag, he noticed his father standing in his way with his arms across his chest with an angered look spread across his face.
"W-what's up dad?" Diego stuttered clutching onto the bag.
"Listen son, your mother and I. We love you very much, but we think it'll be a good idea if M—," he started before Diego cut him off.
"Hold that thought pops. Myah really needs this," he smiled weekly before pushing past his father and back down towards the hallway only a few feet away.
"It's about time," Myah sighed as she heard Diego enter through the door, by now she was fully dressed.
"Sorry love. Parents wouldn't stop talking."
"It's okay. Just lemme use some of that.. i'm not doing a full make over," she said grabbing the purse out of Diego's hand setting it onto the sink.
