What do I mean to you? *Part Two*

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of my mother's voice. She always sang in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. She's kind of the perfect mother, just as any other daughter I just about hated her all through high school. We only became close when dad died, we still don't have much in common but that.

I walked downstairs to be greeted by my sister "Morning Sissy!!" I smile "Morning Big Mommy, you are huge girl!" she smiles while rubbing her stomach "I know I know." she replies with excitment in her voice. My sister was always happy like my mom, I think that's why they were always so close. I'm more like my dad, I walk over to my mom "Morning, Moma." I say as I kiss her cheek. "Morning Baby." She hugs me tightly. "I missed you too moma." she rubs my back just holding me for a few minutes.

I left the house to live with Chres right out of high school, my mom and I had a big fight, and she told me to never come back so I didn't until now. She wouldn't dare admit she missed me. I sit at the table and listened to my mom and sister talk to each other. I wanted to talk , I felt I'd only be whining over Chres the whole time. I look up and see that they're staring at me, "What?" I ask in a confused tone. "What are you doing here?" my mom asked , "Yeah, tell mama why you're here y/n." my sister chimed.

I look down and take a breath "Chresanto and I have been going through this rough patch, I mean, it's more like a rough interstate of some sort. It's been like this for a while, I always stayed at a friends or with Cissy. Since she's moved here, I had no choice but to come here." I sigh and look over to my mom "I know, you told me not to come back, I planned to be gone before you got home but -" my mother stops me in mid explanation

"If he's not treating you right, you stay here as long as you need to. I'm not going to kick you out, only to have you run back to him." I nod listening to her "Sitting here with me and your sister isn't going to fix things though. Talk to him and work it out baby, nothing get's fixed if neither of you are trying to fix it."

I sigh knowing my mom is right. I get lost in my thoughts then I come back jumping up quickly. I run to the sink throwing up the orange juice I had drank. I rinsed out my mouth, I couldn't even turn to look at my sister. I stood there in shock looking at the water . . . I can't be pregnant.

Chres P O V

"I didn't even sleep last night at all ma." I sat there pleading for help from my mom. She looked at me like she wanted to slap me. She's had this same expression on her face since I got finished explaining the story.

I know I fucked up with y/n but I'm lost on how to fix it. I usually let her do it but this time it's my mess I need to fix it, I have to make my girl happy. My mom gave me a little advice well, most of it cursing, rolling her eyes and slapping me on the back of my head a little bit.

I decide I'm just going to go to her an be completely open and honest. If I have to go to her mom's I will. . . her mom isn't very fond of me. She doesn't even matter at this point, Y/n is my girl, and I got to try to get her back before she actually leaves me. I sat infront of the house for a good 30 minutes before I could actually go to the door.

You're P O V

"Sissy. . . Are you pregnant?" my sister asks, I honestly didn't know how to reply. I don't actually know if I'm pregnant or not. I haven't taken a test or anything, It's just stress, I've been under a lot of stress lately that's all.

I shake my head no, " I've just been under a lot of stress with Chres and work, that's all. Plus, Cissy you always think I'm pregnant !" I exclaim. Our mom nods in agreement "You do always think she's pregnant." my mom states.

We turn as we hear the knock on the door, I look over to my mom and sister like "Y'all need to go get that." My sister get's up waddling her way to the door while my mom grabs her purse leaving for work. "Uhm, Sissy!? Someone's here to see you. . ." I burry my face in my hands knowing who it is. I get up from the table and walk towards the door.

I look up and see Chres standing there with his head down, I softly speak "I told you I was staying here for a while." he sighs "Can we take a walk, please? That's all I ask." I look over to Cissy while biting my lip, she nods handing me my shoes and pushing me out of the door.

Chres and I walked around the neighborhood until I didn't know where we were. "Why'd you come here?" I ask trying to break the silence. He scratches his head and then takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry" I roll my eyes "Chres, what the hell is sorry going to do for us? With all that you've done how is sorry gonna fix it all?" I went to keep talking but he inturrupts me. "Y/n, Shut up! I'm trying to fix it!"

I stand there waiting for him to win me over. He starts "I fucked up, I don't even know how many times. I always take you for granted when I shouldn't. You're always there for me no matter what, I need you . I love you. I really do, I never show it but I do love you. You're my first love since highschool. I remember when we were on the roof of my house, planning on how I would heroicly take you alway from your moms house."

I nod smiling a little as he finishes. " I kept my promise and I saved up for a really long time to get that apartment, but I fucked up on the second part of it. I promised you that you'd me happier with me and that I'd never make you misrerable in our home, like you were with your mom. When I looked back on everything, I did the opposite, I made you feel worse than you did when you were with your mom." I resist the urge to hug him, I never liked to see Chres cry and that hasn't changed.

"I apologize for that. I apologize for making you regret loving me, something I never wanted to do. Honestly, Y/n I can be a man. I'm going to provide for you, take care of you, and make sure you have everything you ever wanted. I can do that and if you're willing to come back with me and work on us, I can prove it."

Tears are running over his cheeks by now, wipe his tears away. He picks me up hugging me closely. He puts me down and we walk back to my moms house. We walk in and see my sister on the couch talking to her tummy. "Your aunt . . . Oh, boy where do we start. I love your aunt she's the best little sissy ever, but she's also the last bit of my dad I have here with me. Your Grandpop would have loved this moment."

Chres bumps me, not wanted to intrude on her private moment. "We're back." She looks back at us smiling with a childish grin. My sister is the biggest baby I know, she'll never grow up no matter what. "Will the mini one growing inside of my womb have an Auntie and Uncle??" She asks with complete hope of me saying yes.

I feel Chres nodding yes but I have my own plan in mind. "Yes, buut someone has alot of making up to do." I smirk. "I thought . . . okay." He surrenders. I can't lie, I don't think I'd be able to leave this boy if I tried. "EWWW! Sissy, you trying to make him your sex slave!!" she yells loudly. "I wouldn't mind that" Chres stated. "Ohh my fucking baby Jesus! I did not . . . My whole is just . . . " she exclaimed

I laugh at her over dramatic reaction. Chres pulls me close to him, kissing me passionately. I smile into the kiss, I missed having this passion.

Chres P O V

I put Y/n down and get down on one knee. "Being away from you for only 16 hours, that whole time all I could think was "What if she doesn't come back?" Thinking that I couldn't find any thing that would keep me going if you left me. You're angelic, you literally light up my whole world. I live for your laughs and your smile will always brighten up my day. With that being said. Y/n, Will you do the honor of being my wife?" I asked with complete confidence.

I watch as she begins to cry, she nods while whispering "yes" softly. I smile as I slide the ring onto her finger. I hug her tightly and kiss her neck.

4 years later

I stood there on the beach looking over all of our famliy members. The only thing different about this is that, Y/n's nephew is going to give her away he's 3 but he thinks he's 30. As the music began to play I look over and watch Y/n as she walks down the aisle, she's beautiful. She looks like an angel, her dress flows as if the wind is purposely carring it just for her.

She stands in front of me showing off that beautiful smile of hers. "Look, you better be nice to my auntie." Devon says in a threatening tone. I kneel to his level "I will, I promise lil man." I state as I shake his hand. I stand and look to Y/n, "You never answered all of my questions. What about the last one?" she asked. I smile and look around the beach "This is what you mean to me, Y/n" I watch as tears stream down her cheeks, she smiles.

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