|Issaiah Love|
Foreign never ceases to amaze me. He always makes sure to go above and beyond to put a smile on my face. The love of my life just made me a homeowner and a whole fiance outchea. Life couldn't get much better than this. I thank God for bringing us together. Everything is falling into place. Lord I pray like it'll stay like this for as long as it can.
I roll over and scoot closer to Foreign, draping my leg over his. I kiss his shoulder and take a deep breath. I feel so content with how life is for us right now. I rub his chest and just stare at him.
"I love you so much." I whisper trying not to wake him.
"Love you too Soul." He responds back taking a peak at me.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"You're good, I needed to wake up anyway."
"Morning love."
"Morning baby, how'd you sleep?" I shrug my shoulders.
"Pretty good, I knocked out after all the happy crying." He rakes his fingers through my hair rubbing my scalp.
"Those six weeks can't come fast enough."
"I wish I wasn't in pain so I can fuck you."
"Me too but our time will come and when it does I'm getting you pregnant."
"I see that as a threat." I side eye him not appreciating his response. I just pushed out his kid, I'm good for now.
"You don't want any more of my kids?"
"Give me a couple of years, and I'll give you your princess."
"Aight bet, lets kiss on it." I smile and grab his beard pulling his lips to mine. I peck his lips multiple time before he sticks his tongue in my mouth. I suck on in and then add mine in. He pulls his head back ending the kiss.
"I still can't believe that you proposed, I was not expecting any of it."
"I know it was never your ideal way of being proposed too. I'm sure you wish I would've proposed to you and then gotten you pregnant."
"Baby, I loved it. I wouldn't change any of it. It was perfect."
"Thank you, happy to hear that you approve of it."
"If I didn't I would've told you no." I kiss his cheek and the hop up to go to the bathroom. I walk inside the bathroom and go to the mirror. My eyes goes directly to my scars. Thank God I survived this birth and didn't become another statistic. Thank God for Dr. Hutton.
I ease myself on the toilet and ignore the pain to use the bathroom. When I'm finished I gently wipe and then pull my clothes back up and go to wash my hands. Sire starts crying making me perk up ready to feed him.
"Ti se éklaige, e?" (What's got you crying huh?) Foreign asks walking over to grab Sire while I take a seat in the rocking chair preparing to feed him.
"The breakfast bar is open." I joke grabbing my baby and place my nipple to his mouth so he can latch on.
"Can I get in on that?"
"No yours is in the refrigerator."
"I'm telling you, you're going to let me taste it."
"Boy get out of my face."He sucks his teeth and mush my head to the side. I swing at him being careful not to cause harm to Sire.
"Anything I can get for you?" He asks changing the subject.
"A kiss and some breakfast would be nice."
