Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 27

Alicia

A Few Weeks Later

I sat by the kitchen table and let Tyler feed off my left breast. After a few minutes, Chris came out the bedroom and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV to cartoons and watched it.

“Alicia, can you make me something to eat, babe?” He asked.

“I’m busy feeding your son, get up, and get your own food.” I replied.

“Please?”

“I really don’t understand why you can’t go and get your own food. You have two perfectly fine legs that can get you from point A to point B, use them.” I answered. Tyler stopped drinking, so I fixed myself and went to go put him down.

I came back in the room and Chris was still sitting there. He hadn’t moved an inch. 

“Now can you get me something to eat?” He asked, rudely.

I walked over to him, standing in front of the TV. “Babe, move and make me a plate of food!” He shouted.

“Listen here nigga. I am your fiancée, not your maid, not your chef, not your surrogate.” I listed. “We’re supposed to be in this thing together. You help me with Tyler, clean up around the house, and make dinner, occasionally. I’m not here to be there for your every beckon call, okay?” I continued.

“Damn, I ask you for one fucking thing and it turns into argument.” He shouts.

“I’m not arguing with you. I’m telling you how it is. My voice is not raised; it is very leveled right now.” I replied. He gritted his teeth and got up.

“Fine, I’ll make my own fucking dinner.” He yelled again, stalking into the kitchen.

“That’s what I thought.” I responded. I walked back into our bedroom and shut the door. I thought about slamming it for extra effect, but I didn’t want to wake Tyler. I just put him down, you know.

I plopped down into the bed and sighed heavily. Ever since Chris came home from the hospital, everything has been hostile. I guess that since, Chris’ job let him go because of all the days he missed; he developed some type of complex. 

He’s been all pissy about it and he doesn’t really open up to me like he used to. That kills me because, we’re supposed to be getting married at some point and how are we going to do that without any type of communication? He’s just been grating on my nerves recently.

A knock at the door, broke my cogitation. “Alicia, can I come in?” Chris’ voice asked.

“Fine.” I sighed. He walked in and plopped on the bed next to me. 

“May, I help you? Do you want me wipe your ass this time?” I spat.

“Alicia, stop it.” He whispered. I rolled my eyes. We lay on the bed side by side for a few minutes, not saying a word.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke. 

“Hmm.” I mumbled.

“I’ve been stressed out and I took in out on you. I shouldn’t do that and I apologize.” He continued.

“Okay.” I mumbled again.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asks, turning on his side. He faced me and propped his head up on his elbow. 

“I’m just listening to what you have to say. I didn’t do anything, so…” I explained, still looking at the ceiling.

“You’re not going to forgive me?” He asked. I turned my head towards him and I could see the vulnerability in his eyes.