Tough Love *COMPLETED*

Chap. 71 • "Admit"

Christopher Brown

"I think it would look nice on the wall like Kenya's room." I told Aya as we were analyzing how to decorate the nursery in her house. Can you believe it? She invited me over.

"Chris, he's a baby, he's still growing into his face. I'm sure he wouldn't wanna see his bug eyes everytime he wakes up in the middle of the night. And can you chill out with the third eye shit? Maybe in your house, but I don't want it in mine" She chuckled and erased the design of the third eye I drew on the sketch on his face.

"Well excuse me then." I scoffed and put my hand in her face.

"I think we can paint his name in big pretty letters, maybe put some small pictures around it or something like that." She suggested.

"Like this?" I sketched out his name in a random font that came up in my head.

"Yeah, like that." She approved, leaving me relieved.

"You actually agree with me on something?" I furrowed my brows. I'm not used to this.

"Is it that much of a surprise? Damn." She lifted Ayden into the air, causing him to squeal and giggle. "Hi, mommy's baby."

"You're always hogging him." I pouted and watched her smother him in kisses, which stopped as soon as I said something.

"Can I enjoy the presence of my son in peace?" She scowled at me and rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to him. She stood him up in her lap and sang some song in a baby voice.

"Our son." I corrected her.

"I gave birth to him."

"I put him in you."

"Touchè." She nodded and handed him to me. He took hold of my freshly shaven face, which he has a tendency of doing. I had to shave my beard because he always tugged on it and that shit hurt.

"You hungry?" She asked as she stood up. Hospitality? For me?

"No... Why are you being so nice to me?" I followed her as she made her way to the kitchen.

"I don't know what you're talking 'bout." She didn't look at me as she searched through her fridge. I let my eyes drop down to her ass, sinking my teeth in my bottom lip. Are those my boxers? And my damn shirt?!

"You always say that when you know exactly what I'm talking about." I called her out. She's not the best liar, but the good thing is she rarely lies so that kinda explains why.

"I'm just treating you how I'd want you to treat me. We have a son now, there's no time for petty grudges. In order to make sure he's okay, we have to be okay." She closed the fridge and opened the freezer, taking out a package of ground beef.

"Okay, yeah, that makes sense." I agreed with her. She went to the cabinet and opened it, letting her eyes roam around. They landed on something on the top shelf, which I assumed was the pasta. She stood on her toes and tried to reach for the noodles, but groaned when sue couldn't.

"I told Tory to stop putting my stuff up there." Aya mumbled to herself. I chuckled and switched Ayden over to my left arm and came up behind her, reaching up, and grabbing the pasta. I handed the box to her and she smiled subtly, staring up at me.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow with a smile on my face.

"Nothing." She shook her head and took the box out of my hand, grabbing the tomato sauce out of the cabinet.

I watched as she moved around the kitchen, doing a hundred things at once. She ran hot water over the frozen meat and filled up a pot with water. She placed the pot on the stove and turned on the aisle.