Breakin Me Lovin Me

8

*Warning:
This chapter has a graphic scene. If you don't want to read it. Skip it. Look for bolded words.*

I wake up and smell something mouth watering.

I get up and head into his guest bathroom and see some clothes (which is his) he gave me some black basketball shorts, with a black shirt and it's huge on me.

I take a quick shower since I already took one last night. I head downstairs and hear laughing.

Wonder who that is. I know his ass didn't bring any girl up in here.

I turn the corner and see Marcel and Aiden talking.

"Aiden! My baby!"

He turns and looks at me then smiles.

"Fayth!" He jumps off the stool and runs towards me. He jumps in my arms and I hug him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Well, I spent the night cause I wanted to see you." I told him even though it was a lie.

"Daddy's cooking."

"Is he now?"

"Mhmm. He was just calling you fat, but you're not fat."

"He was and I'm not fat."

"I know daddy was being mean."

I put him down and he hops back on the stool.

I look at Marcel and see him smirking.

"I don't know why you smirking."

"Don't worry about it."

"Okay, you and that smart mouth is going to get you killed one day."

"May I ask by who?" He asks me.

"Tsk me, get it correct honey."

"Keep calling me honey. I'm going to do something to you then you'll be calling me daddy."

"Never in my life will I call you that."

"Keep on."

I shrug. It's weird how we had an argument not even 12 hours ago, but now we're sitting here joking with each other. It's relieving but it's also confusing.

"Foods done."

I walk over and sit down. He makes everybody's plate and we sit there eating in silence, a comfortable one by the way.

Aiden gets done first.

"Go upstairs and play with your toys."

"But I want to stay down here with Fayth." He whines.

"I'll play with you later, okay?"

"Okay." He gets up and starts to run.

"Walk!" Marcel yells.

I continue eating.

"Don't think I forgot about last night." He says while holding eye contact.

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Really what's the problem."

"You're fucking 19!" He says.

"So. If you like me and I like you it shouldn't matter the age."

"Well, it does. After you eat you're going to have to go." He gets up and puts his plate in the sink and turns around leaning on the sink.

"Really?"