Sapiosexual [XXXTENTACION]

F I F T Y T H R E E

•TALYEH GALVEZ•

I unlocked the front door with my keys and drug myself inside. It was currently 11:45pm. I got off of work at 11:30. I'd say my first day went pretty smoothly other than Hayley being a nosy bitch.

All the lights were off in the house so I figured my mom was already asleep. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

I took it with me upstairs and into my bedroom. I changed into something more comfortable and then sat in my bed to eat my food.

I unwrapped my burger and brought it up to my mouth but just before I could take a bite, my phone started ringing.

I smacked my lips and answered my phone after seeing that it was Jahseh. That little argument this morning really pissed me off.

I just don't understand how he could be mad I'm getting a job when I'm just doing what I can to support our baby. He should be getting a job too.

He's just a little immature and sometimes it annoys me.

"Hello?" I answered as I put my phone on speaker and sat it on the bed.

"Why haven't you been answering your phone all day, I wanted to take you to dinner," he asked.

"I was at work I told you already," I rolled my eyes. "But we can have dinner Sunday night im off that night," I explained.

"You're really taking this job thing seriously?" He asked.

"Yes I am and I kinda wish you would too," I explained.

"But I don't want to get a job, I have a source of income, and it's a lot of income," he expressed.

"I just don't want to be put in a situation where my baby daddy is in jail while I raise our kid alone," I explained

"Nigga what? Shut that shit up," he smacked his lips.

"Or in a situation where I'm raising our kid with someone else because you're in and out of jail because you won't do the right thing."

"Bi- see look I almost disrespected you I'm sorry, but what we aren't going to do is that. You're not raising my baby with some nigga I can raise my own daughter or son even if we ain't together alright. They gon be straight and that's a promise. Don't sit in my face and say that shit to me ever again."

"Well jahseh that's reality," I explained.

"No the fuck it's not," he yelled. "We we're just fine and getting along why do you have to go and make a problem out of nothing?"

"How am I making a problem? All I want is for you to get a job!"

"Can't you just try and see it my way?" He asked.

"Your way is wrong," I stated.

"How is my way wrong. It's not wrong to me, it's just different to you," he said.

Maybe he was right but I didn't care. The right thing to do is to get a legal job. A legal job where we won't be in any danger or at risk.

"Can we just agree to something?" He asked.

"Okay what?"

"You try it my way and I'll try it your way," he said. "And if at the end of the pregnancy my way is wrong, I'll get a job, a good job. And if my way is right, you have to stop working and take care of the baby with me while I do it my way to hold it down for us," he explained.

I thought about for a second. There's no way he's going to win this bet, "alright fine."

"Say it with more enthusiasm mama," he joked.

"Okay we can try it," I agreed.