𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊
𝐎𝗺𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭
Deion pulled up to Rocco's birthday celebration at the Airbnb, the wheels of her father's Mercedes-Benz scraping against the ground.
During her pregnancy, Deion had formed strong bonds with Armani's friends, particularly Kane and Rocco. Rocco had made a simple birthday request: a lavish spread of her delicious cooking, which he adored. So, here she was to make his wish come true.
Deion had prepared an impressive spread: spinach dip, oxtails, crispy mozzarella sticks, and bite-sized cheeseburger sliders. Overwhelmed with the numerous dishes, she needed help.
Armani was at the party but their last conversation had ended in disagreement, leaving her with too much pride to ask for his help. Instead, she asked Kane.
Kane helped out, gathering his other friends to lend a hand. They helped out enough to get all the heavy pans inside the house in one trip and Deion didn't have to carry anything.
Entering the kitchen, she was met by Rocco who gave her a big bear hug, nearly suffocating her as he thanked her the food before giving each tray a taste test. She told him happy birthday before leaving the kitchen and migrating to the living room.
Deion stepped into the Airbnb's living room as she scanned her surroundings, it wasn't a lot of people there, but that's just how she liked it.
Her eyes instinctively found Armani on the couch, his arm wrapped around a woman with curly, ginger hair that was placed in a messy bun - Georgia, she presumed.
His face fell as their gazes met, and he sprung up, pursuing Deion as she swiftly distanced herself, striding to the nearest room she could find. He hasn't talked to her in a minute and he missed her so much.
Armani pushed through the crowd, his voice rising above the music and chatter. "Dee!" he shouted, but Deion maintained her stride, ignoring his pleas.
"Deion! Deion!" Armani's deep voice boomed off the walls, drawing attention from the surrounding people.
"Why you doin' this to me, Deion? Hm? Why you doin' this to me?" He persisted, following her down the lengthy hallway. "Please talk to me, I need you." He pleaded.
Armani couldn't see Deion's face, but her scrunching expression and falling tears were unmistakable. Despite her efforts to maintain her pace, her emotional breakdown slowed her down, allowing Armani to catch up.
"Why you bein' weird to me, bro?" Armani shouted, grasping her wrists. Deion jerked free, her voice rising. "Nobody being weird! You being weird to me!" Frustration overwhelmed her, and she turned, running her hands through her hair with a burning sensation in her nose.
Armani leaned in, voice to a whisper. "What's the issue, Deion?" Deion's anger boiled over, her finger jabbing toward Armani's face. "You know damn well what the issue is! You disrespectful and you weird!" Tears flowed freely, her nose red with emotion.
"Like I hate weird shit!" Deion placed both of her hands over her face. "And where is my baby?" She looked up at him.
It was Armani's turn to have Emani this week, so it bothered her not seeing Emani with him. "With her grandparents." Armani kept the same monotone, cause he knew the people in the living room were listening.
Deion huffed with frustration, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Silence hung in the air and confusion took over Armani, not being sure of how to go about this.
