𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄|✔️

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄

A week later...

"Merry Christmas!" Kofi shouted coming in my new home.

I was now living in a three bedroom apartment since the studio wasn't cutting it with Kianna on the way. We were able to go home yesterday just in time for Christmas day.

I hadn't necessarily spoken to Kofi about us while in the center but I did take that time to ponder on our history.

"Take it down three moe' knotches bitch because Kianna's sleeping," I informed him, silently.

He nodded his head and put down the festive bags under my tree. "Who are all those for because I bought Kianna enough shit for the whole year?"

"Some are for her because I heard about your splurge," he said with a laugh. "Most of these belong to you, feel free to open them now."

I placed my hands on my hips and turn my mouth to the side then sighed. "Look Kofi, before everyone starts to come over, I think we should talk."

"Ok, what's up?" He asked sitting on the couch.

"I don't know how I should say this but..."

"Come on, just say it directly."

I took a deep breath then blurted it out, "I don't think I want you anymore."

I watched Kofi's facial expression change. He no longer looked as happy as he did when came in. "What?"

"I'm sorry but these seven months has opened my eyes and a relationship would just be unrealistic. Co-parenting, yes, but romantically, no," I explained.

"Why not?"

"Kofi, you're still married!" I somewhat raised my voice.

"Okay, I'll divorce her then."

"No, you're not getting the point. That's just the main reason that we cannot go through with a relationship, but there is more."

"That's some bullshit! We can be together."