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...
These sex scenes are no joke, it's nothing but pressure over here! 🥴
▸▸ Gates Home....
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There's nothing good coming out of this day and I don't know what to do with myself. First, we got moved into our new home fully today so I thought that would mean Messiah and I could celebrate but no. The moving company broke a few of our items including scratching up the new present Messiah had got made from me. It's my first ever editorial picture up until my most recent one side-by-side and now it's ruined. We had to put in reports and claims to make sure we get everything repaired or paid for if it's gone.
The icing on the cake is when I can't find Messiah after I finished working on my suit---wanting to ask him about his suit as well. He disappeared from the house around maybe 2 in the afternoon.
The fucking cherries on the top being that it's damn near 3 in the morning and his ass isn't home! He knows I can't go to sleep without him and he stays out this long and without telling me too.
I've been having so much discomfort when I sleep so I stay awake longer than I should but Messiah usually takes care of me and makes it go away so I can get rest. This shit is not healthy for me but I can't go to sleep by myself. I've tried moving the pillows around, using a microwaveable hot pack, trying to read myself to sleep---but no!
Not one single eyelash will fold unless that nigga steps foot in this house!
I paced in the downstairs living area as I rubbed my belly. I'm almost 7 months and this is the bullshit I'm going through. My wedding is pushed back along with the honeymoon and I might have to give birth on that very wedding date. Then no fucking honeymoon and just me recovering while taking care of the twins!
I'm stressed and I can't right now. Too much is going on---ow!
"I know you want mommy to shut up and go to sleep, but until your big-headed father gets home, it ain't happening." They both started to kick up a storm as I groaned moving to the closet. I brought out my pregnancy ball and rolled it towards the couch as I sat down on it rocking back and forth.
They finally calmed down a bit as I opted for just talking to them.
Time passed and I eventually got up from the pregnancy ball, walking into the kitchen to make myself some tea when I heard a loud door slam along with a bunch of laughter and clatter. I carefully squatted and felt underneath the bar counter, getting out the gun I kept underneath just in case. Messiah usually announced himself when he came into the house so I was suspicious.
I peeked out into the living room seeing not only Messiah but his cousin and a few other guys. Did he really have the balls to bring this man into my house and without my permission?
"Why is he in my house Messiah and where have you been?", I unloaded the gun and put it back in its place under the bar before walking back out.
"It's just my cousin and a few of my boys, we good in here? What are you still doing up?" He walked up to me reaching to touch my bump but I moved from it. "Why you acting like that boo, come here," he pulled me in by my waist as I tilted my face away from his.
