A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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"I see you've had a long day, why so tired Papi?", Rain stepped into the living room as I sighed leaning my head back against the couch. I felt hands massaging the back of my neck as I sighed at the comfortable feeling.
"I almost killed a nigga today, some fucking idiots man."
"How could so much drama go on in a kitchen? The restaurant is not even open yet and you're already stressed. Tell me your problems love of my life," Rain placed a few kisses on my cheek, then resting on my shoulder.
"You know I've been trying to come up with some recipes and I finally got them together last night. I was training the new cooks I found and one of them just irked the fuck outta me. Had the nerve to tell me I wasn't cooking it how it was supposed to be like go take several seats my nigga, fuck is you talking to?" He laughed in my ear as I faced him with a small grin.
Whenever I hear that, my being just lights up.
"That funny to you?'"
"No, no--keep going. I'll be quiet," He jumped over the couch leaning into my arms as I kissed his forehead. He looking especially nice today, imma make sure to hop on that later.
"So I told this nigga to get out and he still in my face trying to argue with me like I won't beat his ass and then got the pure audacity to demand he get his pay for the day. Is he stupid?! The fuck type of work did you do besides complain like a pussy," I was rambling off until I hear small stuttered laughs.
I turned to my right to see him about to fall off the couch in laughter.
"Oh so you think that shit funny huh?"
"It's really not but even after all the time we've been together, I can't get over your accent! It just makes it that much funnier," he said cupping his stomach.
"Yeah, whatever. I ain't got no accent, what you talking bout hm?" I leaned over his body slotting myself between his legs. I laid down on top of him as he laughed more rubbing my ear, this boy just don't know what he do to me.
"You do have an accent, you draw out all your sounds and I can't describe it. But it's so cute when you talk like that!", he rubbed my back as we laid there for a while just taking in each other's warmth. We made sure to take time out of our day--everyday---to do this to ensure time for each other to talk or do whatever we want. It's my favorite part, me coming home or already being here and seeing his face and smile. It brought me down to Earth and keeps me chill to be honest.
My head was lifted up by his hands as he pecked my lips. "Can we talk about something?"
"Whatever you want boo."
"You know how for the past few months we've discussed having a baby sometime soon. And how we talked to our doctor about finding some way to increase my chances of getting pregnant--get me?" The sound of kids and him was a conversation I was always willing to have. I want so many beauties running around here looking just like him.
