WhenILoveYa-ff:

WhenILoveYa-ff: Chapter 5

Rita

*loud banging on the door*

I lie in bed praying that whoever is crazy enough to come to my house this early just leaves! Of course with my luck they don’t, and the culprit even begins to sing.

“Why does he continue to do this to me!” I exclaim aloud in annoyance. I finally make my way to the door to hear him still singing and beating. “What the hell do you want Chris?”

He smiles kissing my forehead “Hey boo!” why is he so…happy? It has to be 7am!

“Chris I love you more than life, but why are you here? It’s too early baby…” I turn to him closing and locking the door.

“Well Ms. Rude, I ordered us breakfast, and it’s on the way…” He says placing the flowers he brought over in a pot filled with water. This man is just ghetto!

I shake my head removing the flowers, and finding a vase instead “Chris you could have easily done this at 10am…”

“You have gotten ungrateful and lazy since you divorced me” he laughs and I can’t help but do the same. I miss goofy Chris, he was always my favorite

I kiss my teeth “No! I did not divorce you. We just…” I shrug “I don’t know what we’re doing honestly…”

He hops onto the counter and pulls me in between his legs “Do you still want me?”

“Chris! Yes I want you, stop asking dumb questions…”

“Okay, well let me ask you this…” he lets me go, and looks me straight in the eyes “…do you want to be married to me? Or…do you think we rushed into this…”

I’m honestly scared because I don’t know the answer… “Um…we…”

*doorbell rings twice*

He looks from me to the door “Saved by the bell” he says with raised brows. He hops off the counter and answers the door to greet the delivery man. I set out plates in the den so Chris and I could sit in front of the tv and eat breakfast. I make some of my famous crack lemonade and it’s almost gone before I can enjoy it with the food Chris ordered. He got me a steak and onions omelets with a short stack of pancakes, while he snacked on a t-bone steak, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he forgot to order my food, and just gave me his leftovers.

“Really Chris?” is all I can say as he stuffs his face with food on top of food

He smiles that boyish smile, and I remember why I fell in love with him “What! I told you to stop watching me eat! You are the one who said “Noooo baby I can’t eat all of that” every time I order for us. Sit there and eat your damn pancakes” he laughs

“Chris look at my food, and look at yours!” I complain and he laughs even harder like he did this on purpose. He laughs so hard he starts choking, and that has me in tears. These are the moments I need from Chris.

We joke around as we both finish our plates, and he even helps with the few dishes I have. I go to watch the news, and Chris stays behind to finish cleaning the kitchen. What the hell?

I call him over to the couch “Come here baby, leave that!” he finishes what he’s doing, and stretches out on top of me laying his head on my chest. My big baby has to bend his legs just so he fits on my couch. I kiss the top of his head, and rub his back. “I ‘m sorry about yesterday Chris…I was mad you didn’t tell me, but I was wrong for assuming…”

“Why are you apologizing? I was out of line Rita! I should have told you she was staying there, but it slipped out of my mind once we started to look for your sister. I’m the one who needs to be saying sorry, and I do mean that from the bottom of my heart…do you forgive me?” he looks up at me with those big brown eyes