Her Keeper

Chapter 80

--Julliet Parris--

I was laid up against Geovanni's chest as we both just sat quietly in the bathtub together. The water was beginning to get cold, but there was a sense of calm experienced by the both of us in this moment, I suppose.

I rested my hand on my baby bump and gently rubbed circles on it. Geo soon began doing the same thing.

"It going to be a boy." I smiled.

"Says who?" Geo asked from behind me.

"Says I." I replied in a duh tone.

"We're having another girl." He opposed.

"Nope." I disagreed.

"You'a see." He shrugged.

"No, you'll see." He fell quiet for a while and I took that as a sign that I'd won, so I smirked in satisfaction.

"I love you." He stated spontaneously.

"I love you too, Geo." I blushed.

"I know that I put you through some shit psychologically and trust me, baby, I didn't mean to." He rambled.

"It's fine, Geo."

"No baby, listen. When I moved in with your pops, I was still fucked up mentally. I had just lost my parents, Jules. I felt lost and alone alot. Then you started showing me some type of affection and though I wasn't comfortable with it, it saved me. I never got help and I didn't want to get attached at first, because I was afraid if lose you somehow. That's why I was so mad when you got hurt. That's why I killed Skylar. I rather die than you for, Julliet, because I couldn't take it if you did. I rather us not be together and see you happy than being in a toxic love with my dumb ass. You deserve better. You deserve some nice man who's affectionate, never makes you question his love and does right by you always. This relationship was fucked from the start and even though I knew it, I still dragged you into it, because I was selfish and wanted you to myself."

"Shut up." I growled. I was tired of his whining. My hormones wouldn't allow me to tolerate it. "I don't care what you think or how you feel about this not working, but we're going to make it work. I don't care how hard it gets, Geo. We're going to heal. We're going to figure it out." I snapped as I got out of the tub. He only sat there looking at me confusedly. "Are you hungry?" I asked as I wrapped my robe around myself. "Because I have a guacamole craving and there are some avacados downstairs awaiting my consumption, so I'm going to pan sear some tuna, make guacamole, oven roast some potatoes and steam some vegetables, because Geovanni Jr. is hungry." I elaborated.

"I'd help you." He said as he got out of the bath tub as well. "And it's Genovia." He countered, making me roll my eyes. He'd be disappointed when he finds out we're having a boy. I hope.

--Geovanni Parris--

I watched as my wife ate her third serving of guacamole. I don't know what it was about the shit, but it seemed to make her happy. So, I let her be.

"What?" She asked, making me shake my head out of fear that she'd go off if I told her what I was thinking.

"Nothing."

"Then why you starting so hard?"

Because your ass is about to shit an entire avacado tree from all that guac you been eating.

"Nothing." I lied.

"You lying, but ok." She shrugged.

"Now, why must I be lying?" I raised a brow at her.

"Because you're just burning a hole in my face for nothing?" She sarcastically asked. "Yeah. Right." She mocked sarcastically, making me smack my lips.

"You're beautiful, Jules. I can't help it. Damn." I tried to play it off.

"That may be true, but you're thinking something." She shrugged.

"Let me eat your pussy." I smirked.

"Can I take the guacamole with me?" She questioned.

"Nevermind. You killed the vibe." I rolled my eyes.

"They'll get stuck." She sassed.

"You seem happy." I highlighted.

"You fucked me to bed last night. Took the kids to my parents' place and fucked me some more today. Ate my pussy to orgasm twice today. I'm having guacamole. You drew me a bath and got in with me. You ubbed my feet. You massaged my shoulders. You're asking to eat my pussy again. I'm about to fight the bitch at your office tomorrow. I'm happy." She shrugged after listing all that, but one thing stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Back up. Say what?"

"Oh. The little bitch Allison, at your office, I'm fighting her tomorrow." She shrugged again.

"For what?" I questioned.

"She's the bitch that called the night we had our fight. She's about to get her ass whooped." She insisted again.

"Fist of all, you're pregnant, so you're not whooping anybody's ass and second, how'd you know that?"

"She called again today when you went to grab us a wet towel after round two, but her number wasn't blocked this time and she was all like," she made a scoffing noise, immitating Allison, I suppose. "Is Geovanni around and I thought your pressed ass was out of the picture." She sassed like Allison would. "She's getting that ass beat."

"You not beating no asses." I demanded again.

"Oh the hell yes, I am." She said, making me cut my eyes at her.

"Don't make me knock your ass upside your head." I threatened.

"I'm pregnant." She said innocently, before giving a sly smirk. "Remember?"

"You ain't shit." I smacked my lips.

"No, I'm not. I am your whole world though." She said making me blush.

"You ain't lied." I admitted.

"And she's getting her ass whooped for making our issues resurface, right babe?" She smirked, making me sigh.

"I'd fire her, Jules." I assured Julliet.

"And?"

"And I'll even kill her if you want." I shrugged.

"No!" She opposed. "Just whoop her ass. No killing."

"I'd get someone to do it, ok?"

"Ok." She smugly smiled as she spooned more guacamole into her mouth.

Crazy ass.

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~Dolly