Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 38- Jelousy's A Given🥺😅

Ayona

I couldn't blame him and neither could I judge him about his choice of fuck buddies, but I was just a little jealous.

A little jealous that he'd moved on, it made absolutely no sense, but still...

"Day, I can't deal with this. I'm not bout to be the reason why you or Keem lose y'all life. If she want me, she can have me."

Scoffing, "Now who sound like a dumbass? Yona, I'm not letting shit happen to any of us—"

I glared at his arm, as if to say, well ya got shot once already...

He nodded, "I know, I underestimated her and that's the last time that shit happening."

He stumbled back, quickly catching himself. Worriedly, I sprung towards him. "Day, you probably have concussion. Sit down—"

He pulled away, "Ain't no way I got a concussion, I'm coo, Ight?" He started walking towards the steps, but he must've gotten dizzy again, by the way he'd braced himself against the wall, I went over to him.

"Would you stop being so damn stubborn? Come sit down for awhile, imma make us something quick to eat and then you can get some sleep, okay?"

He sighed, giving in and with me by his side, just in case, he went back to the couch.

After I'd fixed us some dinner, we'd sat by each other, tv on, Insecure playing. Wasn't until then, when I'd glanced at him that a happy warmth spread through me.

He'd been laughing at one Issa's many self-to-self rap moments. His smile, genuine and joyful.

Daystar, wasn't the most attractive nigga I'd pulled, but still it was the way he treated me—despite my difficult moments— they way he looked at Tamika like she was his world, and so much more that made him.., priceless.

Maybe we hadn't met in the most ideal way, but who knew that bumping into a stranger in a club and barely two years later, that same stranger would've gone through more with me then family or any other man.

And he stayed by my side. I almost felt— ashamed. Despite him sticking by me, every chance I got, I'd always been ready to dip whenever my anxiety got ahold.

I knew I'd been a handful. Shit, I'd probably broken his heart and trust a few times, but I'd told myself I'd try to mend us.

I wanted to work on us, but he'd made it clear he was done. Only thing keeping us talking was Tamika.

I'd remembered, the way my heart had raced with jealousy, knowing he'd had someone else—granted that someone else was psychotic, but I was a hundred percent jealous.

Then the brief pause my heart did when the gunshot had gone off and he'd fallen to the ground. How my eyes welled with tears when I'd thought I'd lost him for sure.

I wanted to try anyway. If not for the both of us, then at least for Tamika. She didn't deserve to be raised by separated parents.

"I won't leave with Tamika, but we have to figure something out..." He paused in the middle of his laugh, turning to face me. "Maybe until we can figure shit out, you and me can stay at my apartment while Porsha and Keem stay here with Tamika."

He didn't say anything, so I babbled on, "That way we're a hundred percent sure can't no one unknown just walk in here and hurt her. And they can spend more time with her...while we work on- on us." I stuttered the last part.

"What?" He asked dumbfounded. He still hasn't changed his mind, shut up about it.

I turned back to the show, determined to act like I hadn't just said half of what I'd said.

"Yona," he prodded softly, "look at me." I glanced at him, at first, but then turned back towards him.

"What you mean by, work on us?" He didn't sound found of the idea.

"Nothing," I replied, anxiously I looked away from him.