12.

16.1K 877 189
                                    

Tamia in the MM

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Tamia in the MM.

Tamia Ford
Two hours later

"Oh." I stopped in my tracks, looking at the scene in front me.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I asked Yasin as I came downstairs in my denim jeans, ready to clean up a little before getting dinner started but it looked like he had other plans.

He had other guys in the house now and these were guys I'd seen before but I was confused as to why they were here now.

"I told you I wun' playing, ma."

"I'm bout' to get my haircut—"

"—then I'm gon' let the homie, Trey, tat my face." He went on saying and I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yasin." I couldn't help but to laugh in shock, flattered nonetheless as he stood there seriously.

"Look, bruh."

"You can set up right there."

"My girl probably gon' be in the kitchen for the most part—"

"—so anywhere in the living room is cool." He went on giving directions to a man with the tattoo supplies.

All while his barber began getting set up elsewhere in the living room.

"Babe." I went on saying again as he looked over to me then made his way over to me.

"What's wrong, Mi?"

"You good?" He asked, looking down into my eyes seriously and I couldn't help but to smile, considering he was obviously so serious about this.

He always got so serious when he told me he was going to do things.

Especially crazy things.

"You're serious." Was all I could say to him as he stood there looking at me with a blank face.

"I wun' fucking around, ma."

"I love you, girl." He went on saying, bending down and wrapped his arms around my waist before lifting me off of my face.

"Sin." I couldn't help but to chuckle as I wrap my arms around his neck and he spun me around a few a few times before putting me down completely.

He was being extremely cute today and I had no complaints but it did make me a little leery, considering it all came out of nowhere.

Submission (Completed)Where stories live. Discover now