"Do you have a close relationship with your parents?"
"My mom is my world. I'm close with my dad but not how I am with my mom." Telling me the story on why they separated I understood knowing my parents went through certain similar events.
"Would you ever let me meet your mom?" I found myself asking as I laid under the covers hiding from the daylight beaming on my curtains.
"Honestly if we weren't seriously together no. I love that I met your mom though. She cool." Nodding my head I understood. If my mom never came home early that day, she would not know of him.
"Thanks for making me breakfast I appreciate it." He said smiling at me, as I shrugged. My mom had gone out with a couple of friends today, and being that I woke up before him, I made food. She still had no idea Keyshawn was here still, and I wanted to keep it like that.
"Let me get a kiss."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know if you be kissing Emily or not, and whoever you talking to," I stated, and I was serious. I was aware I had let each other perform oral, but it wasn't happening again.
"We don't talk anymore." Shocked I looked at him with wide eyes, as he shook his shoulders like it didn't matter.
"You just telling me this like it doesn't matter."
"It doesn't. I'm still where I wanna be regardless. Now, can daddy get a kiss or no?" Pulling his face towards me, I looked in his eyes for a second before pulling him into a passionate kiss.
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Teasing me he pulled away and went back into it again. Biting on his bottom lip, I sucked on it before letting it go.
Pulling the covers off myself I tried to expose my naked body until Messiah cut me off crying.
Silently thanking God I got up knowing I probably would have given in to temptation right then.
Feeding him, and letting him get the exercise he needed it wasn't long until he was knocked out again.
"Shouldn't you be checking on your kid?" I asked going back in the room leaving Messiah in the living room. Next time he cried I wasn't jumping up for him again, I didn't have time to be someone's parent so soon.
"Tasha can handle the responsibility when it's my day I'll get her." He said making me shake my head.
"I hope you don't act like this when you have children. You going to the birthday dinner right?" Nodding his head I asked him what he was wearing since I was still having difficulties figuring it out myself.
After telling me a dress shirt, nice pants, and shoes I settled on the jumpsuit I have in my closet.
"You should let me straighten your hair. We have nothing better to do."
