Atlanta 2x

Ch.6 Part 1

Dream woke up the next morning still lying on Brandon's chest with his arm still wrapped lazily around her waist. She looked up to see that he was still sleeping then looked over at the digital clock next to the bed on the nightstand; 9:07.

'Let me go check on my baby' She thought. Since August wasn't nagging at her to get out of bed, she figured he was still asleep. Dream rolled off of Brandon and stood up on the cold hard wood floor with the sex stained sheet still wrapped around her naked body, immediately feeling the effects of last night. 'What kind of devil dick this man gave me last night' Dream glanced over her shoulder to look back at Brandon, who was still sleeping. She smirked to herself and made her way to her son's room to find him still sound asleep, clutching his purple octopus stuffed animal. Quietly making her way over to his bed, she planted a kiss on his forehead and quietly told him she loved him. Since she was the only one up in house, Dream decided to go lie back down and rest her sore body. On her way back to her room, she stopped at the hallway bathroom to inspect her sore neck, expecting there to be more darker bruises. She flicked the light on revealing her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was scattered messily, her lips were puffy and just as she expected, there were now bright AND dark marks around her neck, peppered with many hickies. 'Mufuckas gon' think I got beat the fuck up' Dream laughed to herself. She turned, flicked the light off and walked back into her bedroom to see Brandon now awake sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his iPhone X. "WELL GOOD-MORNING MY LOVE" She greeted, showing him a wide smile causing him to chuckle.

"Man I woke up cold ass hell and you walking 'round here with the cover." He joked, making Dream snicker.

"Well I had to go check on my baby" She told him while getting back into the bed, throwing some of the blanket over him.
Dream snuggled up against him.

"What time you picked him up yesterday?" Dream asked, not accusingly but curiously. Brandon locked his phone and sat it on his lap.

"I picked him up 'bout..." He trailed off, thinking. "Bout 5."

"What time the party started and where ya'll had it at?"

"Shit started at 5 and it was at that lil' HippoHop bullshitt"

"Why you came and got him so early? and you talking 'bout that kids place on Briarwood?"

This was the first conversation that the two had had in months where there was no animosity or tension. Brandon was answering all of Dream's question without getting irritated. But then again, he did owe it to her.

"Yeah that. But I took him to get a lil' cut and I changed his clothes cause I don't know what the fuck yo' mama had him on." Brandon informed. Half serious, half playfully.

Dream laughed loud enough for it to echo through the whole upstairs.

"Don't do my mama!" She defended, still laughing. Brandon chuckled.

"Man I'm for real. She had his damn shirt tucked in and shit." Dream laughed even harder, making Brandon cackle as well.

"Man you play all day. I payed yo' car note yesterday too." He informed, changing the playful atmosphere to serious.

"You did forreal?" Dream stopped laughing and looked him in the face.

"Yeah them folks was blowing up my got damn phone and shit." Brandon was referring to Dream's car insurance company. Her agent, Jason, would always call and E-Mail Brandon, since the car was in his name, to make sure it would be paid. $2,500. Which Dream was extremely grateful for.

"Well thank you baby. You want something to eat?" She asked him, feeling the need to show how grateful she was to him.

Brandon laughed out loud at her sudden want to cater to him.