That writers block slaps. I deleted this chapter at least 4 times.
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Three Months Later
Ferg
"Stop talking to me like that, Sayvior"
"Stop talking to me, period. I think that I need to leave the house." She left the room.
I got off the bed to go downstairs to get her, but she was crying in the baby's room.
Well it was supposed to be, but Sayvior wanted to move into a smaller space, so that's what we were in the middle of doing.
"I'm sorry" She apologized, wiping tears from her face.
"It's cool"
She left the room, and I hesitated for a second. We just meditated and shit, but she threw it all out the window.
"Stop running from me!" I scolded.
"Stop yelling at me!"
I bit my tongue and took a deep breath, going to our bedroom.
A minute later, she walked back into the room.
"Get. In. The. Bed. Now."
She did as told, and sat beside me. "Can we get a kiss?"
I got up and kissed her stomach before laying back down.
She pouted. "Darold-"
"Come get your kiss"
She leaned over and pushed her lips down onto mine.
I slapped her ass, and she giggled against my face.
Her mood swings were the worst thing ever.
"Let me put you to sleep" I broke away from her. "You be extra moody when you're tired. The boys coming over."
Sayvior climbed onto me, and my hands went to her butt to rub on it.
She tried to say something, but I shushed her.
For the first ten minutes, she seemed to be wide awake, but then her eyes closed, opened and fluttered.
I kissed her forehead lightly, and she let out a soft sigh.
Her breathing slowed, and I moved to touch her stomach.
Our pal was doing fine.
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"Everybody was kung fu fightinnnggg" Sayvior stirred a small pot of greens on the stove, but backed up because she got popped by chicken grease.
I slapped her ass. "I been smelling something for hours. What you doing?"
"Don't watch me. You're making me nervous, Darold" She turned the pan down.
I stepped up to her, and put my hands on her waist.
I laughed and dropped my head down on her shoulder. "Do what you do, baby"
She stepped away from me and rushed out the kitchen. "Watch it!"
I waited a couple of seconds and then picked up a fork to get some of the greens out of the pot.
I saw the green stems and the broth in the trash so I knew that it was real.
She came back and caught me dropping them into my mouth. "Your baby is rotating on my bladder"
"My apologies" I said and walked up to her, chewing in her face.
"Get out the kitchen, Ferg" She stepped back.
"Am I in your way?" I asked.
She shook her head no. "You're making me self-conscious"
"Why?"
"I don't know" She mumbled and took the chicken off of the stove, putting it into a glass dish in the microwave.
"You not eating?"
"No, I have a salad" She went over to the fridge and pulled out some rice with broccoli bits in it.
"You eat too many salads. Eat some chicken with me."
She picked with her fingers like she was uncomfortable. "Okay"
Sayvior went to the cabinet, made me a plate, and sat down in the chair beside me.
I wanted her to sit on me, but she refused.
"What's wrong with you?" I pushed the plate away.
"I can't...I don't want to panic" She pulled at her fingers and got up from the table, exiting the kitchen.
I hurry up and ate before going to follow Sayvior.
"I miss boxing. I want to go back to boxing."
"Now?" I asked. "You heavily pregnant"
"You think so?" She asked, sounding surprised.
"Whoa, I'm talkin' bout months. What you talking about?"
"I uh- I don't like the cameras anymore. I got my feelings hurt and I don't want to go back. Please don't worry"
"You'on want me to worry about you quitting your whole career cause of something somebody said?"
"Um...why do you like me?"
"Cause you mostly levelheaded and you the one that I want to build with" I stared her down. "And I love you. I'm in love with you."
"I'm sorry"
"I don't accept" I sat down beside her. "Give me a kiss anyways though"
She got up and brushed her lips against mine before sitting down and grabbing at her hands. "Do I...look really big to you? Like my face is really round now and my thighs are bigger. I should start working out..." She trailed off.
"I like it"
"So I am big?"
"No. Who told you that you were big?" I asked.
"Uh - no-nobody"
"Sayv-"
"I was just at a shoot and it came up. That's it."
"Come sit on me"
"I'll hurt your leg" She sighed.
"You ain't hurting shit, I don't skip leg day. Bring my child here."
She moved and climbed down between my legs.
I dropped my head down on her shoulder. "We don't listen to outside influence, Sayvior. I personally like all of this on you. Besides the baby, you really only gained like 10 pounds. I don't know what you seeing."
I noticed the little kicking near her belly button.
"Okay" She mumbled.
"Do you feel like I'm using you?" I asked.
"No. I'm just so hard to put up with, and this pregnancy made me worse. I'm sorry that you choose to deal with me."
"Yeah, I don't want you modeling anymore. Them airhead ass hoes spoiling your mindset. Fuck that shit."
I sunk my teeth down on my tongue to keep from saying anything else.
I was going to have to get with Kai though.
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