𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 13 : 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

-𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞-

It was the next morning and I wanted to move but Micheal had a death grip on me like I was leaving.

"Babe," I said, voice hoarse then a bitch.

"What?" He mumbled, moving his head trying to go back to sleep.

"Can you move? I need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay," He said and let me go. I got off the bed and felll right on my ass. Damn I forgot what happens when you get that pipe.

I could hear Micheal laughing his ass off while I just mugged him. "It's not funny,"

"Yes it is," He said, laughing harder.

I continued to mug him as he got off the bed and picked me up then carried me to the bathroom.

While using the bathroom he leaned on the sink. When I got finished I wiped and flushed the toilet. I wanted to wash my hands and brush my teeth so I had him to lean on while doing so.

He had to basically teach me how to walk again cause my legs were noodles. I have to go see my mom today and she wants me to meet her husband.

I sighed at the thought.

"What's wrong babe?"

"I gotta meet my mom's husband today. To be honest I'm not sure,"

"You want me to go with you?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah. It don't matter,"

I smiled and kissed his lips. It was a Tuesday so I had to go check the mail. I went outside then went to the mailbox and there were a lot of those big yellow mail packets.

I went back to the house and sat them on the kitchen table. They had my name on it, so I sat down at the dining table and opened it.