Tyson Alexander Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tyson is a friendless asshole who breaks the rules and doesn't care about others feelings. He's also very dominant and demanding, yet sarcastic. Tyson is a ruthless, dangerous killer that...
Dad and I made up, Ty and I have sex like three times a week, Tyson now considers the Manson brothers as his family, and overall everything's been amazing!
Exxxxxcept this past week.
Tyson hadn't been... y'know... around.
He's so busy with the Mansons and we never have us time, and it sucks because I have to leave to Ohio with my dad in two days!
"And we just go in" Tyson demonstrates and backs up, looking so everyone to make sure they got it.
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"Shouldn't Scar be here for this?" Gabe asks.
"Well yea, but he told me to tell you guys since he couldn't come" Tyson says.
"Ah" they all say in unison.
"Tyyyyy" I pull on his jacket.
"What baby? I'm doing something" he says in the softest kindest annoyed tone ever.
"Sorry" I frown. "But are you almost done? I have to go home soon to pack"
"Soon" he rubs my back before walking off with the team.
I groan and follow them.
**
I yawn and watch Tyson siting at the end of the bed, typing on his laptop.
"Ty" I try to catch his attention. "Tyyyyyyy" I groan, but he's too attached to his laptop. I scoot over to him and put my head on his shoulder. "Whatcha doin?"
"Busy" he types then aggressively slams on the backspace.
Hmmmm.
"Can you take a little break?" I wrap my arms around him, but he won't budge. I might have a plan. "I want a baby" I say and he whisper laughs, knowing I'm joking. "I'm serious. I want a baby with you"
