Remedy

Chapter Eleven: Pt 2

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Bryson Tiller POV

Ivy was sitting on the counter and I was pulling the waffles off the waffle maker. I put some biscuits in the pan and put that in the oven.

"Damn Bryson"

"What" I said chuckling looking at her.

I walked over to her. "You over here bout to make me fat"

"Well I wouldn't care hit's more to hold on to" I said squeezing her the theigh.

"Would you care if I gained weight. Like one hundred pounds"

"Yeah I would care. I wouldn't leave you or anything I would just help you get back in shape." I answered, "why you ask me that anyways"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"That irritates the fuck out of me" I said looking at her

"What does" she said looking at me confused

"When you shrug your shoulders" I said

"Oh" she shrugged her shoulders

"Huhhhh" I sighed causing her to giggle.

"The foods ready" I said pulling her off of the counter.

"Go up to the room. I'll fix our plates" I told her grabbing two breakfast trays

"Mm kay" she said

I got four plates and put two on each. I set the bowls of oatmeal to the side and put everything else on the plates. I grabbed two glasses and poured orange juice in both. I set those on the tray.

I grabbed both of the trays and walked to my room. I swear I do everything for this girl.

"Bryson this is amazing" she said biting her waffle.

"I know. Young Tiller in the kitchen whipping"

We finished our breakfast, and I set the trays down at the side of the bed.

"Where do you think we will be in ten years"

"I don't know. I wanna be married with one kid" I said thinking about where I wanted to be.

"I do too"

"Didn't you say your granny was coming over" she asked looking at the time.

"At 12 or three" I said

"I'm taking this shirt off. It's hotter than fishgrease in here"

I pulled her closer to me. Her body was touching mine. 

Ivy dosed off and I followed suit.

I woke up to yelling at the front door. I hopped out of the bed.

Ivy woke up and looked at me "What's going on"

"I'm about to go check." I told her throwing on a t shirt and putting my gun in my pocket.

Ivy went and put on some shorts and a shirt. I gestured for her to stay.

I walked out of the room and to the front door. I looked through the peephole and saw a tall black man. He looked oddly familiar.

I opened the door.

"Wassup nigga" I said stepping out of the door, "why you over here"

"You have my daughter in there, and she needs to come with me."

Right when he said that I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Babe who's at the door" Ivy asked. When she looked out she fell back. "No no no no no no no no no no no no no no" I heard her saying.