elle -a week later-
"just let me do you eyebrows." i say to Jack, running my fingers over them. he laughs and shakes his head.
"no. that shit hurts." he says.
"i have wax." i say, sitting up. he shakes his head, rubbing small circles on my thighs with his thumb.
"no elle." he says. i huff.
"i'm gonna pluck them in your sleep." i say.
"i'll throw away your makeup." he says. i laugh
"feel free to. i don't wear it much anyways." i say. he laughs and shakes his head
"i can't do anything to you. you'll just be fine with it." he says.
"cuz i'm mad." i say and point to his tattoo on his arm. he looks at it and then back at me.
"we're getting a divorce." he says. i laugh.
"nuh uh." i say shaking my head. i lean down and kiss him.
"you love me too much." i say. he smiles and gives me another kiss. almost on que, bryson starts crying.
"little man!" i exclaim. Jack laughs. i get off of him and walk to bryson's bassinet.
"what's wrongggg?" i say, picking him up. i kiss his cheek and walk back over to the bed. i climb over Jack, who's now on his phone. i sit against the group of pillows and lay bryson in my lap as i tie my hair up. i then pick him up again. he still kinda crying. i'm sure he's hungry. i pull up my shirt and Jack makes a noise
"baby." he says looking at me.
"what?" i ask as i get bryson situated
"you just like whipped your boob out." he says. he shows me his phone. he was snap chatting, taking a video with a dumb filter. he's making faces and i'm tying up my hair. i then lift my shirt and he makes the weird grunting sound and quickly puts the camera down and stops filming. i laugh
"well don't film me randomly." i say looking down at bryson. i wipe some fuzz off his face
"don't pull out your boob randomly." he says back. i flip him off.
"that's like me just pulling out my-"
"eh. don't say that." i say laughing.
"so when bryson's like, a year old, we should have our last baby." he says, laying his head on my leg.
"what if twos enough?" i ask.
"that's fine too." he says with a shrug.
"why do you want another one?" i ask, running my fingers through his hair. he shrugs.
"why not." he says.
"i'm gonna start getting fat." i say with a small laugh.
"well it's a damn good thing that i feel in love with your personality and your looks were just a plus." he says, looking up at me. i smile.
"k. we have to get a divorce because your too cute." i say, pushing his head off my leg. he laughs.
"i'm gonna go check on marli." he says, sitting up. i nod and he kisses my cheek and then get off the bed and walks out of the room. i look down at bryson, who's falling asleep but still eating.
"your father, is too kind." i say to him, rubbing his cheek. he smiles, tiredly.
"and your too cute." i say with a smile.
"mommy!" i hear Jack yell. he runs in the room with marli who is laughing her butt off. he throws her on the bed and she giggles.
"how long have you been awake?" i ask with a laugh.
"she's gotten out of her crib." Jack says to me.
"marli." i say looking at her.
"yep." she says nodding. i shake my head with a smile.
"guess you'll be getting a big girl bed soon." i say. she claps.
"and we'll be baby proofing your door." i say excitedly. she claps again.
"you have no idea what i'm saying do you?" i ask in the same tone. she claps again. both Jack and i laugh.
"she's just like you." i say to Jack. Jack claps. i laugh.
"we're seriously getting a divorce." i say to him. he laughs.
"i'll take the nutella." he says, laying on the bed next to marli.
"and leave me with the kids and mickey?" i ask. he nods.
"well, i'll take marli." he says, tickling her. she giggles
"and not bryson?" i ask
"i don't have tits, so no." he says. i laugh.
"then we just won't get a divorce." i say. he nods
"that's good too i guess." he says with a playful eye roll. i throw a pillow at him, but end up hitting marli.
"oh princess." i say. she giggles, throwing the pillow off. Jack smiles.
"just bounce back like that." he says.
"yea." marli agrees.
"she doesn't understand." i say. Jack laughs and hugs marli. she screams.
"quiet down." i say to her. she looks at me and then back at Jack. she then screams softer. Jack laughs and looks at me.
"well she's definitely yours."
