Nine Months Later

thousand times yes!

Mark and i are going out tonight. It's been a while since we did that since we barely have any time to ourselves theses days.

He told me to put on this dress that kinda outlines my tummy a little bit and it made me feel. uncomfortable

"babe are u sure i should wear this?"

"chimmie...you know people already know right?"

"oh great. I guess they think I'm a hoe now" i said hoping mark will be all like 'no no they don't'. But instead he stayed quiet. Which means its true!

"they do don't they!?" i yelled on top of my voice

"chimmie babe just...just breath" he said taking my face into his hands "it doesn't matter what people say okay? I love you and so do your friends" he said kissing my nose.

I hate it when he right.

"im gonna go shower" i told him

"good. Lets go"

I wasn't going to argue. For a wile now he hasn't let me do anything for myself including taking a shower. He gets so paranoid but its kinda cute.

I took my shower and i got dressed into the dress mark got me. It was a cream colour with jewels on the top.

Wow this must have cost him a fortune.

"how much was it?" i asked fiddling the the jewels.

"not much"

"mark. Your 'not much' and my 'not much' are complete opposites"

"its not about the money money money, we don't need your money money money. We just wanna make the world dance. Forget about the price tags..."

"mark what are you-"

"it ain't about the ch-ching ch-ching, ain't about the bl-bling bl-bling. We wanna make the world dance. Forget about the price tags"

Realisation hit me and I face palmed myself.

"mark are you singing price tags...now? Seriously"

"hey...just gotta let it flow"

"your ridiculous" i laughed

"well this ridiculous man is paying for tour food and i demand respect" he said putting his hand on his hips in a superman way

My dear lord help this child.

"mark you need Jesus. Ill pray for you"

And with that i took my flat shoes and coat and walked out the door

"aren't you gonna wear your heals?"

"mark...i couldn't walk in heals even before so now wouldn't be a good idea"

"why didnt i just date a proper girl" he whined jokingly

"say that again and i'll cut your dick off you bastard" i said getting pissed

"sorry honey" he said scared

"you better be"

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"mark! A five star hotel are you serious!" i yelled

"yeah..told you its cheap" he said grinning

"mark you're unbelievable. To you a five star hotel is like what...buying takeout from a food truck. Mark you have to stop this. Money doesn't buy love so you don't need t impress me" i begged

"I'm not trying to impress you. I'm giving my all to show you how much i care for you" he said taking my hand

"but why me...why did you choose me? Out of Leyla...or even Natasha and Tiffany. Why settle for the black girl that has been nothing but rude to you since the first day we met"