The Perfect Man | J Cole

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Jermaine

A sharp pain in my chest woke me up. I tried to move but something pressed me down. I also felt something soft tickle my chin.

Groans left my mouth as I opened my eyes slowly, trying to adjust my eyes to the light that surrounded the bedroom. Not my bedroom. But the bedroom was familiar.

The yellow curtains with the beige walls, Gianni's room.

I looked down and the first thing I saw was an afro. An afro being pressed in my face. It smelled amazing. It was my son't afro.

My smile couldn't keep itself away. I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, ignoring my bad headache and tummy ache.

On the other side, Gianni was laying half of her body on top of mine. Man, she loves to sleep on a nigga like that.

I was still mad as hell at her, but I couldn't help but press a kiss on her head and play with her curls that I adored so much. She looked beautiful. Her lips pouty from her face being pressed against my body. A small drool on my chest and her hair everywhere.

But there was no place I'd rather be. Having my girl and my son in my arms was all I really needed.

But I wasn't going to let Gianni get away with this. Definitely not.

I fell asleep again for 17 minutes. I didn't feel like standing up. I was laying so comfortably. This is what heaven felt like to me.

"Mmh." Gianni moved and turned around, the sheets moving down exposing the black bra she was wearing and she pressed her ass against me, making me immediately grunt.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her boobs , though. They looked bigger than usual and my morning wood wasn't helping for shit.

You have to get up now.

If I stay in this bed any longer, I'm probably gonna fuck Gianni's lights out. I slowly stepped out of bed and stretched my body. I kissed Lorenzo's cheek and left the house. My car was still standing outside the parking lot, so I could drive myself home.

Gianni

I woke up, not feeling Jermaine's presence anymore shocked me. He probably went home.

I grabbed my phone and called him. "Hello?" His voice was still kind of raspy, so he hasn't been awake for that long.

"Please come back. Let's talk. I know you're mad and you have every right to be. But please. Let me talk. Let me explain." I begged.

He sighed. He hestitated for a few minutes before answering. "I'll come in an hour. Just let me take a shower." 

"Alright. Thanks Jermaine."

I heard a loud knock and I quickly stood up, walking to my door. There stood Jermaine, wearing his sweatpants and a sweater.

"Hey." I greeted him and he nodded, walking in and taking his shoes off. He went straight to the couch.

"Where's my son?" He asked straight off.

"I made Jilenna pick him up. I just want to talk to you now. Alone." I could see he got annoyed by my presence already, he wasn't even looking at me.

"Look, I understand you're mad at me." I started. I didn't want to waste any time. "But please, Jermaine. I was young and dumb. I was 16 for God's sake. A pregnant 16 year old does stupid things, isn't that obvious? And I didn't want to double the weight on your shoulders-"

He cutt me off. "I had every fucking right to know! He is my son just as much as yours and it took 2 to make him, not one!"

"Jermaine, you barely had money for lunch, how could I tell you I had a baby coming, huh? I didn't want to stress you out, I didn't want to take away all your opportunities on becoming what you wanted in life, Jermaine."