Tray's POV
We had just finished putting Kyla's clothes and stuff in the house. Airi has already laid her down and she's in bed now while we're in the living room.
"Tray, why are you still here?" She asks.
"What?" I say confused.
"No, I mean, like why are you still by my side even though I keep putting you down and stuff." She asks turning to me.
"Well. I know what it's like to get out a really long relationship. And I understand." I say looking down.
"Tray, I don't deserve you." She says and lays underneath my chin on my chest.
"Yes you do. You deserve every inch of me." I say looking down at her.
"Tray!" She says getting up laughing.
"What?" I say holding back my own laugh.
"Come sit back down." I say patting the seat next to me. She sits back down and reaches for the remote revealing her hips and waist. I grab her and pull her onto me.
"Tray!" She says.
"Shh, the baby's sleep." I say and pull her chin towards me.
"Tray." She says pulling away.
"Airi." I say trying to keep it going. She stands up and puts her hands on her hips. I throw my head back and close my eyes. "Goodnight, Tray." She says. I hear her walk into the room.
I get up and grab my hat. I get the keys Airi left on the counter and walk out the house.
About 30 minutes later I find myself at a club again this week. I walk in as usual and look around, I make eye contact with multiple females but I'm not feeling any of them. I walk over to the bar and sit at a stool as the bartender places a drink in front of me.
"Excuse me. I ain't order this." I say.
"I know, she did." The bartender says pointing to a girl across the bar waving at me.
Here we go again.
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FanfictionTray has always been very distant from people and has kept his personal life the same way. He keeps girlfriends and friends in one category but one girl just manages to slip out.
