Money Makin' (Completed)

31.

Zuria
Next morning

"Yo, you was so fuckin' loud last night." Mitch chuckled softly as he smoked a blunt while I laid on his chest.

"Shut up, stop talking about me." I spoke softly, defending myself. Even though I was really loud. I was just horny and wanted it bad so I was enjoying myself.

"Nah. You was screamin' at the top your damn lungs." He went on, taking another pull of his blunt as I laid there with a smile on my face.

"I'm glad I left Marley by my mama spot." He went onto say, blowing the excess smoke into the air.

"Hm." Was all I said as I looked up at my hand while it laid firmly on top of his chest.

"About that, when can I see her again?" I asked, tracing the tattoos on his chest now as I awaited his response.

"I really want to see her, Mitch." I went on, expressing myself.

I hadn't seen Marley since Mitch and I broke up. We didn't want to confuse her any more than we already had before so we were trying to figure what we were doing with us before we involved her in the mist of that again.

"It's up to you, ma."

"I ain't never keepin' her away from you." He shrugged, blowing smoke into the air and I nodded slowly.

"What's going on with her mom?" I couldn't help but to ask even though I didn't care much about her whereabouts. I just wanted an update.

"They locked that bitch up.." He trailed off.

"She ain't gettin' out til' Marley officially a teenager." He went onto say and I sighed deeply, shaking my head.

"Poor Marley." I spoke sadly as I thought about how her life would be without her mom. Though it didn't effect her now, I knew it would in the future.

When it all began to sink in and she realizes what really happened to her when she was younger. That's going to hurt.

"I was talkin' to my mama though, she told me that I should send her to therapy."

"Therapy?" I raised my eyebrows and he nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

"I mean I wasn't really fuckin' with it at first but when my mama explained it, I knew my baby was gon' need that shit. I don't need her growing up feeling like she did something for her mama to act like a nut."

"I need her to heal." He went onto say and he took another pull from his blunt before putting it out all together.

"I get that." I nodded slowly, picking my brain.

"So when do you plan on taking her?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Probably sometime next month after I can get a hold on handling these two buildings. It's just a lot gon' on right now, you know?" He went on to explain and I nodded, understanding him.

"I understand.." I trailed off, thinking deeply about my next choice of words.

"Do you think we should go?" I asked, biting my lip nervously after I let the words leave my mouth.

"Go where? Therapy?" He asked and I nodded slowly, sitting up to look at him so that I could see his reaction.

"You want to go?" He asked for confirmation and I nodded slowly, knowing that it was something that could possibly help on this journey of trying to get better and make things right.

Plus there was still a lot of things that we hadn't addressed in a long time and I feel like if I spoke on them they wouldn't sit on my heart as much as they do. I just needed closure but in a more controlled space than just us two talking and potentially arguing.