It All Started With You (Third Book of IASWF) *ON HOLD*

Ch. 1⚪Stupid Questions ✋

⚠WARNING⚠
*This story will contain adult themes, real life situations and substance abuse.*

~ Chapter 1: Stupid Questions ~

♡Debbie's P.O.V♡

"I think that would be a bold career move," Scooter sat across from my desk that was now in the basement. "Have you spoken to anyone else about this?"

I laughed slightly. "If your talking about Drake, no I have not. I mean, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I couldn't tell you because I don't know how he thinks," he wrote on a piece of paper. "This is a number of a good chef that you could talk to if you want to know more about the cooking world." then, he stood up making his way to the door.

I took the paper and looked at it. "If I choose this route, we won't be working together anymore?"

"Debbie, I would be here for you no matter what,"

I smiled. "Thanks,"

I walked him to the door and waved once more the he got in his car. He truly is the best manager ever.

I sighed and looked at the clock and realized that it was close to lunch time. So, I walked to the kitchen, thinking of what I should make.

When I walked in the kitchen, Aubrey and the girls were at the table with coloring books and crayons.

"Mama!" Tori said when she saw me.

I smiled. "Hey baby! Did you take that medicine I got you?" I asked Aubrey.

He nodded. "Yeah," was all he said.

Tori walked over to me and showed me a picture. "Me and Daddy colored this!"

"What about Julianna?"

"She don't it right,"

I started to pulled stuff out the refrigerator . "It's your job as a big sister to teach her,"

She ran back to the table and sat by Julianna.

"You okay?" I asked Aubrey as he got up and walked to sat at the island counter.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep last night," he rubbed in face. "My wife was gone most of the night,"

Yup, last night was the same thing as before, that moment replayed in my mind repeatedly. I woke up sweating and my heart rate was rapid. I stared at Aubrey as he looked at me continuously.

His stare almost felt like it penetrated my soul. "Are you pregnant?"

"Hel-" I stopped myself and glanced over to the girls. "No! We, um, have to 'do taxes' if we wanna make that happen," I rolled my eyes and went to the stove.

How can I say this nicely...Since Aubrey has been missing in action, we have not had time to 'do taxes'. If we do, it's more like something that's required to do. Most of the time, I have to just do it myself but Aubrey gets upset so I have to keep it on the low. No doubt that marriage, and having kids, have changed us. Maybe Aubrey was right...for the hundredth time.

Aubrey gave me the death glare as I gave him his plate of food, which consist of tuna salad on a whole wheat bagel, green grapes and sharp cheddar cheese with a glass of white wine.

"Well, since you already upset with me," I started. "I wanna be a chef,"

"So, where does that leave me and the kids?" he had the nerve to ask.

After that comment, I had to pour myself a glass. "Drake, I have supported you through your abrupt leavings! And not one moment when you were committing to any of your events were you thinking about us. If you did, you would have asked me before taking any of them gigs."

"So you want to give up my life as a rapper or my life in general to end just because I'm married?"

"No! Oh my god! You don't get it!" I felt my blood pressure raise by the minute. "We're supposed to work together, including each other in the choices we make. It's not about giving up anything!"

I jumped when I heard Lisa come get the kids as quickly as she came in.

"Debbie, I honestly don't care what you do one way or another." he started to walk to me. I have a feeling that he is going to try to seduce me. "I just want you to be happy,"

Did he not just hear what I said?

I backed up, swallowed the rest of my wine that I had before slamming to the ground.

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$Drake's P.O.V$

I looked at the broken glass and cautiously stepped over it. I really think Debbie is overreacting to this whole situation. Sure, I care about Debbie and everything she is feeling but I am not about to sit there and cater to her feelings 24/7. That doesn't make me a bad person, does it?

When I got in our room, I saw her laying across the bed, scrolling through her phone.

I watched her for a moment before positioning my body so I was laying right beside her. She didn't acknowledge me so I brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"Stop," she moved my hand.

I touch her chin, which made her look at me. "What do you want me to do?"

"Support me no matter how you feel,"

I turned on my back, facing the ceiling. "Deb, you always said you want me to be honest with you. How am I going to do that if you don't want the truth?"

She moved over so she could lay her head on my chest. "There's a difference between being supportive and being truthful. You don't have to agree with what I do, I just want you to support it." she pecked my lips which caught me off guard because I thought she was still upset.

I looked into her eyes for a moment, taking in the comfortable silence that surrounded us. Debbie looked at my beard, running her fingers through it as I played with the tips of her black and red hair. It has been a while since we did absolutely nothing and just chill with each other, I didn't know how much I miss this until now.