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Baecation part 2

Tia – POV

I woke up with my head pounding and my body begging for more sleep. The aftereffects of last night's drinks hit hard, but that didn't change the plan—we were turning up again tonight.

Dave reached over, handing me something for my hangover.

"Here," he said quietly.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking it from him.

Last night, I managed to control myself. Drunk or not, I wasn't letting Dave get any. Not because I didn't want him—God knows I did—but I needed him to feel me. Like really feel me. Understand me.

He walked into the bathroom to grab his phone—it had been ringing nonstop.

I stayed in bed, only catching bits and pieces of his side of the conversation.

"Corey, that don't mean shit. You lied—straight up."

My ears perked up.

"It's cool though. That's on me for not checking the story with T... But I promise you, this shit? No more coming to me once Tia says what she says. That's that. Since you think it's okay to lie to me."

I couldn't hear Corey, but from Dave's tone, the boy had played with fire.

"I'm not tryna hear none of that. Enjoy your little trip. You won't be doing shit else until prom."

Then—

"Bye, moe."

He came back out looking like the whole situation had blown his mood. I didn't say anything, but I could tell—Corey must've told him I said it was cool. Which I didn't. And trust, Corey was next in line to catch this smoke.

Then Dave looked at me, serious and soft all at once.

"I'ma just say this," he began. "Because you being distant... not talking to me for real... it hit something in me I can't take. And I don't like it. I was so wrong, mamas. You'll never be treated like that again. I hear you, I see you, and I promise—I take full responsibility for my actions. I'm sorry. Dead ass, I'm sorry."

His voice broke a little as he continued. "But one thing that's certain... Kairi and Corey, they just as much yours as they are mine—hell, they more yours. You go so hard for them. You an amazing mother. I'm sorry for ever making you feel anything less than that. I don't know why you had to knock this over my head for me to get it. That ain't even like me. But as your man—your husband—I'm truly sorry. This won't happen again. I know you all about action, so I'm moving in the direction of showing you. Just... watch me."

I looked at him, letting it all sink in.

"I'm holding you to it," I said quietly.

He gave me that playful, wounded expression. "Can you be nice to me now? Dang."

I laughed. "Stop being so dramatic."

"I'm not," he insisted. "That shit so sick how much I wanna be under you and all over you. Hearing you talk to me makes my whole day."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "You are such a big baby, David."

"I'm your baby."

"You are," I agreed.

He came over and wrapped his arms around me like he hadn't seen me in days. It was sweet—almost made me tear up. I hoped he'd come to his senses before the mini-tour started. After this trip, he'd be gone for a whole week, and I was already dreading it. I wanted all the time I could get with him before we had to part.