He sighed lowly to himself. "I love you too though"
"You don't..." I replied.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because you screamed it to me Jay, right after we conceived our daughter. I will never forget that...." I looked at him with tears pouring dow...
Chapter Eleven -Fucking up- ~~~~ :: Last Year :: (Jacob's Pov)
"What are you doing on my phone now nigga!" Dyme yelled, coming into the room.
I took my selfie quickly and then checked to see if it was good, until I said anything.
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"Damn, I can't take pictures on ya phone now. You do it on mine" I smacked my lips, recalling a time I found a selfie of her on my phone.
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"Stop tryna be like me" She laughed and climbed on top of me.
I watched her bend down immediately after, kissing my lips twice before she sat back up from my chest again. Looking up at her....I noticed something. I knew Dyme had this tattoo forever by now but I just never got around to asking her about it.
The first time I saw it was when she told me she was pregnant...And that was almost a year ago. It was the words Never Trust across her hairline. It was bad-ass nonetheles but knowing Dyme.....it meant something deeper than that.
"You know I never got around to asking you about your tattoo up there. I know I'm late but now I wanna know what's the story behind it" I moved my hands to her hips.
"What if it doesn't have a story..."
"But I know it does..."
"I got it after I found out I was pregnant with Des okay. After...you yelled at me and called me a slut"
"Oh.. " I said, looking down. "So you got it because of me?"
"I got it because I wanted it to remind myself...., to remind myself to never give my heart to a nigga again unless he's trustworthy and he's my husband"
"Where do I stand in that?" I asked her, looking up.
"You're not my husband nigga, you gotta a whole girlfriend at home. But we all know you ain't feeling her no more, I'm just waiting for you to get down on one knee..."
