That Awkward Moment

Wishy Washy

Later that night after their family left for the evening Ebony sat in the master-bedroom breast feeding Michael while Bakari was in the shower, she tiredly looks at her son, who's eyes were fixated on her in fascination as she fed him.  Seconds later, Bakari walked out of the bathroom sporting a towel that was wrapped around his waist. He looks up to see Ebony feeding their son, he wants to say something but doesn't know how to put in the right words.  She looks back up at him and watches him pull out a drawer to slip on a pair of boxers underneath his towel.  His towel drops to the floor in the process but once he was done he quickly picked up the towel to hang back up in the bathroom. 

He then walks back out moments later to later his body in moisturizer before ebony decides to breath the silence between the two.

"Bakari What are we doing?" Ebony sighs, exhausted from going back and forth with him.

"What do you mean?" He played coy lathering his body.  He had an idea of what she meant but felt it was better if she just said what was bothering her.

"I mean," She sighs.  "Why do we keep playing these childish games with each other?  It's like one minute you like me you want to be with me but then the next it's oh I deserve better," She mocked.

"I never said I didn't want to be with you," he confesses.  "I just felt like you deserve better than me because I don't want marriage right now but I know you're dating to marry," He clarifies. 

"So you think it'd be best if I start to see other people when we're supposed to be working on ourselves? Nigga I'm so fucking confused one minute you want me and the next you don't! The only person that I want to be with is you why can't you see that?"

"I just said it was how I was feeling I still want to be with you Eb, I just feel like you would be better off with someone else." He sighs, palming his face.  "I'm not good with relationships as you can see, I just I feel like I already fucked up with you I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have...I know that sounds wishy washy but that's how I feel I'm afraid of hurting you..." he sighs, sniffling.  "I get a good woman and fuck things up because of my selfish...idiotic logic."

"Is that really how you feel?" Ebony asks, looking down to see her baby boy was done eating and lifted up her nightgown to pull her straps over her breasts.

"You know I get jealous even at the slightest thought of you being with another nigga..." Bakari rolls his eyes.

"So then why would you fuck around with my emotions like that nigga?! Damn it Kari, you want me to break your other hand? I swear you stress me out so freaking much!" She groans, patting the baby's back, burping him she calms down at the sound of her baby in her ear and sighs. "Come here," she gestures.

Bakari listens to her and sits on the edge of the bed next to her, leaning against the bedpost. 

"You can't fuck things up right now, you're doing good...don't let your overthinking dictate your actions...I'm going to call our therapist to schedule another appointment for this week, we clearly need one." Ebony huffs, watching him quickly turn around to kiss her on her cheek and then lips.

"I love you, thank you for not giving up on me so easily. I'm an emotionally wounded nigga so I'm sorry if my paranoid ass raises your blood pressure and has you second guessing my actions."

"Mhnm," Ebony rolls her eyes at him.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Bakari gasps appalled. He then leans in placing kisses across her jawline and cheek, causing her to laugh.

Michael then finally burps out of the blue causing the two of them to snicker at him.

"Awe, there it is...there's that burp that was bothering my baby." Ebony says in her baby voice, then lifts the tiny infant up in front of her, placing kisses on his chubby chipmunk like cheek. The baby then laughs, letting out a wide toothless smile revealing his dimples that looked just like his daddy's.