Remember When...?

44.

April 18th, 2020

Ben

"I can't believe we went three rounds and you still find ways to win." Ally narrows her eyes at me. "You're using cheat codes. I know it."

"First of all, I don't need cheat codes to win. You just suck." I shrug.

"And you swallow." She puts the controller down, walking over to Liam's bassinet.

We just finished a third round of MarioKart and I demolished her each time. I don't know what she wants me to do about her coming in last place each game.

"I was going to help you but since you made that comment, I'm good." I smirk.

"Shit. You're full of it." She picks up Liam, patting his back gently.

I chuckle, placing the controller down. She comes over and sits on my lap, Liam in her arms cooing.

"He wanted to see daddy." She said, looking down at him.

My baby boy is going to be 2 months soon. Time really does fly.

"Hey little man, what's up?" I say, running my thumb along his hair. He's got a lot of it for some reason.

He blinks at me, before looking up at Ally. Shit, if I were in his shoes I'd be doing the same. This beautiful woman is my mama? That's a blessing.

"Baby boy has an appointment later." Ally exclaimed, patting his butt gently.

"For what?" I ask, confused.

"Circumcision." She said.

My eyes widen. "Circum what?"

"Circumcision."

I blink.

"It was supposed to get done right after he was born, but I was super exhausted and there was too much going on." She explained, tossing some of her hair over her shoulder.

I'm still on the earlier statement that my son has to be circumcised today.

"Won't it hurt him?" I ask.

She thinks about it for a second. "I...I think so."

"Ally." I say.

"If I wait any longer, the pain will be super unbearable." She cuts me off. "Do you want to see your son in immeasurable pain?"

"I'm going to see it regardless." I counter. My poor baby is going to be in so much pain. "Like...it's inevitable."

I look down at Liam. He looks like he's slowly beginning to fall asleep again.

"They should've done it right after he was born." I mumble.

"I would've had to sign off on it." She said.

"I could've done that." I say.

"You weren't identified as the father yet." She countered.

"This makes me question a lot now."

"Such as?"

"God forbid you die, who has rights to Liam?"

"My parents."

"The money you leave behind for him?"

"My parents."

"Your estate and all?"

"My parents."

"I take it this was all done after our fallout." I purse my lips.

She reluctantly nods, looking down at Liam.

"So you really weren't planning on having me in the picture at all?" I frown. "That sucks."

"I was just thinking about what was best for Liam." She said. "I'm sure I can have all of that changed."

"How sway?" I ask.

"I can put you as the legal guardian behind my parents God forbid they go after me. Chances are, you'll be put before them because you are his father." She explained.

I just listen. I don't even know what to say. This whole conversation just went from her being ass in MarioKart, to what'll happen if she dies.

Well shit.

* * *

Liam has been crying for an hour now. Honestly, I feel for him. If my penis was just circumcised against my own will, I would be raising hell too. The pain he's in right now is unimaginable. Is that why baby boys cry much more than girls? Or is it just me?

I watch Ally rub some ointment on him to sooth his pain, which seems to work immediately with the way his crying begins fading out. I take the ointment from her, reading the directions.

"I know good and well they're not serious about applying to affected area every two hours." I exclaim, completely bamboozled.

"Give me that." Ally takes the ointment from me. "It's not like you're the one applying it."

"I might have to considering the circumstances. It'll be a great time for us to bond." I say.

She blinks. "That is level 10 awkward."

I furrow my brows. "What?"

"Your bonding time with your son will be you rubbing ointment on his penis every two hours?" She recalls, trying to make it make sense.

Okay, maybe that came out wrong.

"That's not what I meant." I say.

"It sounds like it." She smirks.

I mush her face, listening to her laugh.

And I thought I had a dirty mind.

* * *

"Wanna put my fingers through your hair
Wrap me up in your legs
And love you til your eyes roll back
I tryna put you to bed, bed, bed
Ima put you to bed, bed, bed

Then ima rock your body, turn you over
Love is war, I'm your soldier
Touching you like it's our first time
Ima put you to bed, bed, bed
Ima put you to bed, bed, bed"

I shake my head as I listen to Ally sing J. Holiday's Bed while scrolling through her phone. I know good and well she ain't talking though.

"Excuse me ma'am." I interrupt.

She looks at me.

"Why are you singing that? Knowing that I can fuck your whole world up right now." I say.

She grins. "Because I know some words are very capable of turning you on."

I shake my head at her. We passed the six week mark and she's completely healed. You wouldn't know she had a C-section unless you got really close to her lower abdomen. As long as I'm here with her, nobody is getting that close without getting punched.

I tease her back. "Hmmm, I don't know. You might not be ready to have me tear your walls up again."

"Is that a challenge Mr. Simmons?" She asked.

I shrug. "Might be."

Without me saying a word, she straddles my waist. I smirk as she sits on my torso, probably trying to figure out her next move.

She leans in and kisses me. I run my hands along her back, letting her smooth skin grace my fingers. She is the embodiment of perfect, despite her dislike toward me saying that.

She pulls away, biting her lip as she looks down at me. "What do I do with you?"

"You could start with removing this." I say, gripping the waistband of her yoga pants. She was supposed to work out today, but got sidetracked by me being a distraction.

I watch as her face lights up. "You actually just reminded me that I was supposed to work out today."

My jaw drops as she gets off of me. She smirks as she makes her way out of the room.

She really did not just do me like that. I-