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atinybitofau · 4 years

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[PART 6] S A N ⇲ royal series au

RECAP: san is king of eden, you’re queen of elos under one nation along side 7 other lone kings. while the two jung brothers assist your coronation attendance list back in Elos. you’re formally invited to San’s kingdom. except it’s just you he wants.

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“3 Dukes.”

You face the emotionless Yunho with a pleading expression.

“You want 3 Dukes, 2 Barons, and 5 princes? Not a single King.” He repeats in annunciation.

You pout tugging at Yunho’s dress shirt, his fingers shaking as he held your hand-written invitations with distaste. “Oh come on, Yunho. They’re handsome, well rounded and rich at most.”

“It pains me to know I can’t even refuse. A baron? Taking a place of a King? That’s ridiculous.”

You look to his brother who was mindlessly eye candying one of your hand maidens. “Woo-ah, you’ll approve, yes?”

“What?” he blankly stares at you unsure of the right answer. “Of course?” Yunho barks a stern hard glare at his younger brother. “N-no. NO absolutely not. I detest!” Wooyoung concedes right after.

Your lips form a straight line before you’re begging at Yunho’s side yet again. “But Baron Chan is so handsome and so well fit! I met him once on my travels and he fights aside their Kingdoms soldiers as well. Don’t tell me that’s refutable.”

“Oh it is.” Yunho quickly prevails. “How could a patron be allowed to fight at war?”

You huff now crossing your arms over your chest in disapproval. “Jongho fights his wars. Song Mingi too. Your own brother? Tell me what’s so wrong with a Baron.”

Yunho points at the invitations with his long fingers. “A Baron makes decisions for his King. If he fights wars for them, he lives his life poorly— what more if we give him a crown on his head.”

You fail to find a plausible defense.

“I promised you I wouldn’t show my intention with deciding who shows up to your coronation, but lord knows I despise your decisions.” He seals your invitations with obvious rage but places them untouched in the sending bill. “I assure you no funny business will go down during your coronation celebration, Queen y/n. That is my demand.”

“Yes, King Yunho.” You playfully cuddle into his arms and he sighs at your revelling touch.

“But know Seonghwa may not be happy with your decision. Your father passed with our promise to guide you,” Yunho leans in, taking you as the warm heart you are. “But I also made a promise to do what I seek right for you, y/n. And if making you happy means losing my interests, so be it.”

“You spoil me, King Jung.”

Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows. “Now posh posh with the bloody invitations. We shall find the material for your dress!”

You eagerly run towards the handsome Jung brother who takes you by the arm smoothly, his sex appeal none other. He’s always been the most mischevious of the two and maybe why you were always ecstatic to play with him. He may be too much for his own good but never for you. You walk side by side towards the seamstresses when you’re suddenly bombarded by a crowd of marching soldiers.

“Is it just me or am I seeing a hoard of knights in your corridor?” Wooyoung leans in to whisper.

“No.. I think I see them too..”

In your castle?

“By order of King San, we present ourselves honorably to you, future Queen of Elos— your grace.”

They bow in unison, something of stage presence always being a strong suit not only in San’s kingdom but his almighty troop. You raise a skeptical eyebrow glancing to Wooyoung whose normally fun tempered state was infiltrated by nobility. He bows his head once towards the soldier but the man waits for your call.

“I’m sure this is important.” Wooyoung clears his throat. “Considering you managed to slither through Princess y/n’s own kingdom guards.”

The man who bears the colors of San’s prideful kingdom lifts off his bronze helmet in respect. “King San has requested Elos’ future queen to his castle at once. For matters undisclosed.”

“Any hints?” You’re wondering why your lonesome in the distress call. “Eden is okay.. I’m hoping.”

“The Kingdom bears no misfortune though it seems King San feels otherwise.” He glances at Gyro’s King Wooyoung beside you with careful eyes. “He’s only requested you, Princess.”

You sigh to yourself mumbling incoherently, “He knows my coronation is in three days.”

“He will return to Elos with you bidding dusk tomorrow. King San insists it’s urgent.”

Wooyoung tugs at your dress, leaning his lips to your ear in private. “I cannot plead no, y/n. This is completely your decision. In treaty, we mustn’t interfere in other kingdoms affairs. Nor demonstrate personal judgement.”

How bad can you going be? It’s not like San could kill you that easily.

“I’ll be accompanied by my soldiers. I refuse to make a bargain. I hope that idea had crossed his mind before sending you all here.”

The knight bows in place.

“Of course, your highness.“ He brings his legs together and firms a salute. “And we will do our best under your honor to accompany you with full effort.”

Wooyoung’s stunned behind you and well? You are too. “I’m sure that’s merely to accommodate.”

With an odd glint in his eye, he hoods the lids of them before answering, “King San has made it clear to take great lengths to protect you, your highness. With full effort and nothing less.”

Wooyoung snickers beside you making your clueless mind drift more.

“It looks like King Song has some competition.”

“What was that?” Unclear in your ears, you hiss at Wooyoung to repeat his statement again.

“You must get ready for your departure, Princess.” Wooyoung bows briefly towards San’s kingdom’s men before bowing back to you. “I’ll inform the third party of the situation and I’ll make sure nothing goes wrong in midst of your absence. Let’s just try to make sure you’re back in one piece.”

You don’t miss the sneaky wink the conniving little Jung brother sends you.

“You’re despicable, King Wooyoung.” You wave him away not before you ask him a favor. “Please. Let’s try to keep things under control..”

Wooyoung notes the color in your eyes. The difference it made when being indirect. You’ve never been one to keep secrets and this one was a little odd for you to keep. Especially in the likes of Park Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s own brother.

Maybe there was something about Choi San that Wooyoung never understood. But if the little girl Wooyoung remembers trusts a man like him of his history? Maybe he’s got have faith in San a little bit. There’s gotta be something deeper than just the greed for power he’s forced to believe.

“You have my word, Queen y/n.”

He salutes you playfully before skipping towards the library where Yunho last was— probably going to reenact every bloody thing that happened in the wrong connotation.

Shaking your head with small hope, you face San’s men again.

“Let me quickly change my attire and pack some things before we set for Eden.”

You think of San again.

How clever of him to invite you in such a grand manner. It’s almost touching. You now find yourself sitting in a carriage for four hours until you arrive to San’s Kingdom with heavy nervousness. Regardless of not knowing why you were being summoned, you’re ushered into a beautiful Kingdom with beautiful people being welcomed for nothing at all.

You see San, in a glorious light, staring out at the beautiful view of his kingdom and stampeding horses on a summer’s noon. The weather here was warm and humid and the air was always busy with sound— human and nature combined. He gets to see nature’s beauty everyday. Maybe why he never cares the time to indulge it the way you do. Not when he gets the chance more than what’s granted to you.

His hair is midnight black under the orange rays of the sun, uniform clothes red and indigo. His men and female counterparts visibly held him in the highest regard, their smiles showing that they felt no distress in the illiberal rule of their King. He seemed humble, softly smiling at what his subordinates had been saying— leaning against the wooden fences to brush through a stallion’s mane.

This was Choi San in his home. Where he felt most comfortable, most safe. What was more entrancing is that watching him smile made you feel oddly at home too.

You’re spun off your thoughts when escorted by hand to San and curtsy in his charming presence.

“I’ve been requested?”

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legrandepapillon · 6 years

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Babysitting (washette)

Summary: A setup, a game of hide ‘n’ seek, and a meddling sister. Prompt: ‘I’m sorry, what do you mean you’re the babysitter? My sister asked me to babysit─oh, that conniving little witch.’ Author’s Notes: I get all my prompts here from Tumblr and I’m sorry this just kept screaming ‘WASHETTE’ at me

“The baby needs to be fed again at around 11 today─I’ve already given him breakfast. I pumped milk for today, formula is fine for the rest of the weekend but mix the breast milk and the formula to help him finish, alright? If he gets hungry before 11, its fine to feed him but just keep up with the times─I like to keep him on a regular eating schedule. There are more than enough diapers here for today, but I forgot to pick up diapers for the rest of the weekend─so here’s the cash if you need anything. Patsy and Frannie need to take noon naps every day─Patsy usually goes down easy, but Frankie thinks she’s a big girl so she’ll argue you into the ground over it. No sweets for anyone other than cereal until after lunch, at least. And, the girls can’t─George, are you even listening to me?” Martha pauses her lecture to look up at her brother from where she’d been searching through her daughters’ overnight bag, eyes narrowing and voice going stern. George gives a weary sigh and nods, rubbing his temples and trying to remember everything.

When Martha had asked him to babysit for the weekend─while she went out of town on a business trip─he’d been more than happy to oblige his little sister. Ever since her divorce she’d been pretty much alone in parenting─Daniel was no good with children by himself, so he had happily resigned himself to raising their children financially rather than actually being there. He knew that being a single, working mom was hard─especially with children so young. He didn’t mind taking his young nieces and nephew for the weekend─figured it’d be a fun way to take a break from his own work and give them some sort of father figure. Besides─he didn’t see the kids often ever since Martha moved further from the city, and he had missed them and his sister greatly.

But for god's sake, he could barely believe how much a helicopter mom that Martha had become.

“You worry too much, Martha,” he says calmly─ignoring the expression that screams ‘hypocrite’ she takes on─taking the car seat from her and hooking it over the bend in his arm. He looks down a smiles at little Jack, who gives him a gummy grin back and kicks his feet. “I’ve looked after children before. I raised you and Lawrence, didn’t I? You two turned out alright.”

This elicits a relenting smile, and she hands over the girls’ overnight bag. They both turn at the same time to check on them─the youngest girl, Patsy, has already made herself comfortable in his living room, watching Paw Patrol and Frannie sits quietly beside her, playing a handheld game. “They won’t be too much trouble. I’ll pick them up Monday night. Patsy and Frannie’s school uniforms and backpacks are in the duffel bag… thank you so much for this, George.”

“You’re welcome. Now go, go, you’re going to miss your flight at this rate,” he says, jokingly nudging her towards the door. Martha waves and blows kisses goodbye to everyone, before her brother finally closes the door behind her. Once he sees Martha’s car pull out of his driveway and disappear from his neighborhood, he exhales and sets all the excess bags on the floor.

For the first hour or so, things are really quiet. Frannie had, at some point, wandered into his office to read some books, Patsy had begun playing with her dolls on the floor and Jack had dozed off after eating at 11. He’s just ordered a pizza for lunch when the doorbell rings.

“Well, that was fast,” he says to Patsy, who tilts her head at him curiously. “You hungry for pizza?”

Her head bobs up and down excitedly, and he chuckles at her enthusiasm as he opens the door. His hand is going to retrieve his wallet from his pocket when, to his surprise, he realizes that the person standing there is not a pizza delivery man but a boy. Or rather, young man. He looks like he can’t be older than twenty or twenty-one and judging by the ID hanging around his neck, he’s a college student. For a second, George is sidetracked by how attractive the kid actually is─honey brown eyes lined in deep black, curly dark locks pulled back into a ponytail and… wait, is he wearing lipgloss?

“Hi,” George says slowly, when he realizes he’s been staring like a creep and not saying anything. The boy lifts his hand in a wave, and smiles brightly at him. He is wearing lip gloss. “Um… can I help you?”

“Hi! Martha Washington called me? She needed me to babysit at this address?” he asks, tilting his head. He’s got an accent─German? French? Whatever it is, it’s very beautiful─lilting and soft around his words. “I’m Gilbert, but the girls know me as Laf. I’m their babysitter.”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean you’re the babysitter? My sister asked me to babysi─oh that conniving little witch,” it takes a few seconds, but George realizes mid-sentence what his sister had tried to pull. She’d known how isolated he’d been lately─how much of his time was either spent at his work or at home. He’d been in a relationship earlier in the year, but it had ended poorly and he simply hadn’t made the effort to date again. She’d been begging him to go on dates for the past few months. Download Tinder, get back out there, George. You can’t spend your entire life alone. He’d brushed her off.

Now he realizes that had been a mistake. She hadn’t sent Lafayette over there to babysit. She’d sent him there to hookup.

“Laf!” Patsy’s voice exclaims, before Gilbert can respond. She darts around her Uncle to wrap her arms around the kids leg and he grins—bending down to wrap his arms around her lift her onto her hip. “Uncle George, this is Lafayette! They my best friend and they babysit us when we home! Oh, Mommy says we can't call them ‘he’, ‘cause it hurts they feelings.”

George tilts his head at the bo—kid, as their cheeks flush and they shift their weight from foot to foot. Almost as if they’re embarrassed or nervous. Gently, they tap Patsy’s cheek twice as a chastise. “Chut, petit ange. I’m sorry, have I misunderstood something, monsieur?”

“No, my sister just got confused, I suppose. Why don’t you come in, Gilbert? I’d hate for you to have come all this way to waste your time,” George says, stepping aside so that they can slip into the house. His nose is briefly overcome with a strong but sweet, floral scent─and he pauses to take in this stranger. They seem innocuous enough─they wear a backpack but he doubts there’s anything dangerous inside of it. And judging by the light sweater and simple jeans, they weren’t exactly in the appropriate attire to be pulling any house robberies or murders.

Patsy seemed to trust them. All of this, additional to what he already knows about his bullheaded sister? George knows the kid isn’t lying, and hates that Martha had wasted his time like this.

Lafayette immediately takes on his role as a babysitter, setting Patsy down and offering to color with her. Once his niece is successfully distracted, George pulls out his phone to text his sister─he had a few choice words for her.

Of course, his message of SOS what the hell did you do? goes unanswered, but that’s no surprise. She had probably boarded her flight immediately after calling this Lafayette and he knew exactly why. Sneaky little rat.

When he steps back into the living room, Frannie has joined the two on the floor─drawing something in a notebook and chatting happily with Lafayette about school. George gives a small smile, joins them by sitting on the couch and picking up the book that Frances had abandoned. Lafayette glances up at him briefly before going back to the coloring book.

“Patsy wants to play hide ‘n’ seek tag, Monsieur Washington,” they say without looking up again, and he watches their hands as they switch between crayons. Their eyes lift to him when he says nothing, and George raises an expectant eyebrow. “She wants you to play with us.”

“What about Jack?”

“He’s asleep, non? We will be here, should he wake. I think it’s a lovely idea─I love hide ‘n’ seek. It’s my favorite game,” this time when Lafayette speaks, they’re speaking more towards the girls─who are becoming more and more visibly excited. It becomes painfully obvious that declining just isn’t an option.

“Oh, please!” Frannie begs when he still gives no definite answer, looking up at him with wide, gray eyes. Just like her mother, she knew that George had a hard time saying ‘no’ to the classic puppy dog face. “Please, Uncle George? Play with us? You’re so good at hide ‘n’ seek!”

Sighing, George massages his temples before nodding. What could go wrong? “Alright, sure. Who will be it?”

“I wanna be it!” Patsy insists, and Frannie seems to be perfectly fine with that arrangement. Laying on her stomach and covering her face with her hands, Patsy begins loudly counting before either adult can say anything. Frannie and Lafayette immediately bolt off, laughing to themselves and whispering about potential hiding spots. George rises from the couch and looks around the house before deciding the perfect spot.

I’d forgotten what a nerve wracking game hide ‘n’ seek was, he thinks to himself, once he’s successfully hid himself away. Ever the good sport, he’s standing as still and quiet as he possibly can in the hallway storage closet. It’d been an easy hiding place to pick─the closet, with how small it was, often blended into the hallway and went mostly unnoticed. Patsy certainly wouldn’t find him there─at least, not first. However, the waiting game of being found might have him caving in.

He’s just about to open the door and peek out when its pulled open and quickly slammed closed. At first, George thinks he’s been caught─even goes to open his mouth and announce that she’d caught him. But then a manicured hand is slapping over it, and he realizes that Lafayette has chosen to share a hiding spot with him.

“Sorry, monsieur! She’d almost found my last hiding place,” he whispers, removing his hand quickly once he’s realized what he’s done. Blinking into the darkness, George can make out Lafayette’s slight frame─and that sweet, floral smell fills the small closet. The really… really small closet.

George swallows thickly when he notices just how close the two of them are to each other. The space had already been a bit cramped when he’d slipped in there himself─he was a big man, and it was just meant to be a small storage space─but with two bodies, there was a striking amount of closeness occuring. It doesn’t help that Lafayette is so small, and smells so sweet, and is looking at him with such bright eyes─

Oh God. I do need to get laid.

“Monsieur Washington, I have to confess something. I’m not naive. I know why Martha called me over today, and I believe…” they pause when George raises an eyebrow, quickly averting their gaze nervously. “I believe she’s told you something that I confessed to her in private. I just want you to know that my… er, schoolyard affections won’t affect the way I interact with the girls.”

“Firstly, Gilbert, call me George,” he says, placing a hand on their shoulder and smiling gently at them. This seems to relax their nerves considerably, and they nod their head. “Secondly, what on Earth are you talking about?”

“Um… she didn’t tell you about my… my crush? On you?” Lafayette asks, horror filling his voice. George shakes his head slowly and he’s sure the kid would fall over and faint if it weren’t for the close proximity between them. He waits for a few seconds, hoping that an explanation would be offered. To his luck, one is. “Martha knows that I follow your political career─a black bisexual man dominating the political minefield in such a Southern state gave me… well, you’d have to understand where my admiration comes from. You gave me hope─especially after that speech you made at Pride Parade last year… about the genderqueer community. It felt like you were speaking directly to me. And well, through my following I have developed this… this juvenile crush on you. I mean, I don’t mean to speak out of turn, I know this is kind of unprofessional but you are extremely handsome and carry yourself well and I… I am going to shut up now.”

“Oh my God… she played the both of us, didn’t she?” George asks, amusement and awe in his voice. He should be mad, he truly should─she was meddling in feelings and lives that weren’t her business. But Martha had not only attempted to hook him up with her babysitter, but she had attempted to hook him up with someone that was actually already attracted to him. That was a plotting that even George Washington had to admire.

“Excusez-moi?”

Considering Lafayette had confessed their secret to him, George decides it’s only fair for him to confess to them as well. “Martha… believes I am lonely. And I am, in a sense. I originally thought she sent you over here so that I could, uh… well, get laid.”

Lafayette nearly chokes on his own spit, and the older of the two can feel his face begin to burn. Though, George is surprised at the tension in the air─it’s not awkward, but very thick. Maybe Martha had been onto something. The two of them stand in silence for a moment, listening to Patsy and Frannie look for them outside of the door. The girls have made their way into the room, and George can hear them searching for them. Any moment now, the closet door would open and the moment would be over.

“Monsie─George,” Lafayette says, correcting themselves with a small laugh. They look up at him and then down to the floor, doing that nervous shift from foot to foot. “I… I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to that. If you were interested, at least.”

George opens his mouth to speak─though, he’s unsure of what response would be appropriate in a situation like this─, but is crudely interrupted by the door swinging open and light spilling into the small closet. He tries his hardest to hide his disappointment.

“Found you!” Patsy squeals, jumping up and down in her success. Lafayette smiles and gives her a high-five, congratulating her cheerfully. George can’t help but admire just how he’s able to slip into façades─go from shy, crushing schoolkid to confident parental figure.

“Uncle and Laffy, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Frannie singsongs to George, much to the obvious embarrassment of both adults. She’d obviously caught just how close they were standing to each other, or maybe had picked up on the tension in the closet. Smartass eight-year-olds. George rolls his eyes at her juvenile teasing, and Gilbert reaches over to playfully clip her ear.

“Frances! Tais-toi!” they snip, but Frannie only begins to giggle harder. Sighing in either annoyance or defeat, Lafayette looks at George up from where they’d knelt to Patsy’s height and tilts their head. There’s a twinkle in their eye now─a knowing, flirtatious glint. “Another round of the game, George?”

Thank you, Martha, you devilish angel.

“Of course.”

Monsieur - Mr./Mister/sir Chut, petit ange. - Hush, little angel. Non? - No? Excusez-moi? - Pardon me? Tais-toi! - Shut up!

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adeelusionaldiary · 7 years

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Fatal Attraction|06

Kelly

With her phone in hand Kelly let out a sigh as she read over the text message she had typed up with the intention to send to Giselle. The two still hadn’t repaired things after their falling out, but with everything going on in her life she was ready to wave her white flag because she needed her best friend. Giselle had reached out after finding out about Kelly’s hospitalization a little over a month ago, but they hadn’t done much talking since then.

On top of that Tremaine and her were still going through their rough patch since her being discharged from the hospital. He was trying and she gave him an ‘A’ for effort but was he really trying hard enough was her question. Granted, she wasn’t making it easy and if she had to admit it she could say she was definitely being stubborn when it came to certain things, but she felt her attitude was justified.

Everything was his fault. Her she was pregnant for a second time and she couldn't even be completely excited about it. Instead she was worried about what was going on with them. It was like walking around on egg shells in her own home. Their conversations were like those of two strangers and everyday she wondered if she had the strength to do this. She loved Trey she did, but a part of her questioned if she would be able to leave him if things didn’t work out the way she wanted them to.

The doorbell sounded throughout the large house causing Kelly’s eyebrows to rise in confusion for she wasn’t expecting company and Trey wasn’t home. Placing her phone on the bed she got up and made her way down the stairs as her visitor continued to assault the doorbell. Those actions alone told her all she needed to. Confirming her guess, she looked through the peephole to see Chris. Opening the door, she stepped aside to let him in.

“Hey, Chris.”

“What’s up Kellz?” He responded to her greeting as he gave her a side hug.

“Nothing much.”

“Where’s Trey?”

“He’s not here. He stepped out to run some errands, but he should be back soon considering he’s been gone for a while now.”

Not to mention Robyn’s video was premiering and Trey wanted her to sit down with him and watch it. Admittedly she had been a fan of the female, but as of recent her opinion had changed. She didn’t think anything bad of her, but she could be honest and admit she didn’t like all the attention her husband was giving the woman.

Closing the door, she followed Chris into their living room where he made himself comfortable.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I know Trey got some liquor in here. Hit me with a shot of something.”

A few chuckles escaped Kelly’s mouth as she looked at Chris.

“Chris it’s barely one in the afternoon.”

“Shit. It’s five o’clock somewhere. Why don’t you join me?”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

Confusion coated his features causing Kelly to frown. The only way Chris wouldn’t know about the baby is if Tremaine didn’t tell him. He claimed he wanted this child, but his best friend and right hand man didn’t even know his wife was expecting.

"I’m pregnant Chris"

His eyes nearly bulged out their sockets as he roamed over her body looking for a sign of dishonesty. Rubbing his hands over the back of his neck he spoke up.

"Congrats Kellz."

"Spare me your false sympathy, Chris," She spat.

"Kelly." His tone hurt by her sudden shift in demeanor.

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

Avoiding his gaze, she nodded.

"Are you two keeping it?"

"I want to and Trey claims he wants to but is that really what he wants. You didn't know about the baby. Not to mention since I’ve been home from the hospital I’ve spent so much time alone. He's always working and every other second all I hear is Robyn. Robyn this. Robyn that. Honestly I wanna say fuck it and just give up. I've given so much of myself to that man over the last eight years, but I don’t know if I can continue to do this. I want my son or daughter to grow up in a home where they're loved unconditionally, but also where the parents love one another and right now I don't think Tremaine and I are there or will ever get back there."

Chris probably wasn’t the person she should be expressing her feelings to, but she had reached her limit. Chris immediately pulled her into an embrace and she let out a sigh.

Pulling their bodies apart slightly he locked eyes with Kelly before speaking up.

"I know Trey is my mans, but I love you Kelly so whatever you need I got you"

"Thank you Chris."

"What the fuck is going on here?” Tremaine’s voice boomed through the room startling the pair.

“Nothing,” Kelly stammered as if she’d been caught in a lie. “Umm...Chris I'll be back with that drink.” What she really needed was a quick moment to herself and Chris would prove the perfect excuse.

"Nah. Keep your ass right there. Chris get out!" Trey snapped.

Her eyebrows rose as she stood up from her spot on the couch to look at Trey. Clearly Tremaine had lost his mind talking to her the way he was.

"Excuse you? You don’t get to come in here and speak to me like that after being off doing God knows what. Chris is more than welcome to stay in our home.” Turning her attention to Chris she asked, "You good with Henny?"

Trey laughed as he stepped further into the living room, stopping right in front of Kelly.

"Keep playing like I don't got something for that ass." He gritted.

"Bro your wildin' right now." Chris said, approaching the couple.

"Get the fuck out of my face."

"Nah. You over there with them big balls on your wife step to someone who can actually fight back."

Trey threw the first punch causing Kelly to scream.

“Please stop.” She begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the two threw blows at one another. If she wasn't pregnant she could perhaps intervene, but she'd be reckless to do so in her current state. No matter what she needed to protect her baby. A vase fell of the table from their tussling causing the men to stop.

Trey's lip was bleeding while Chris' face held a few bruises.

"Are you okay?" She asked examining Chris’ face.

“I'm good ma. Check on your boy." He responded sending a glare Trey's way.

She quickly went to the closet that held toiletries and grabbed a hand towel accompanied by a quick stop in the kitchen to retrieve an ice pack. Walking back to the two men she threw the towel in Tremaine’s direction. As far as she was concerned he could handle himself since he wanted to be an idiot. Kneeling before Chris’ she placed the ice pack to his face. He hissed from the coldness meeting his hot skin.

“You sure you’re alright?” She asked.

He nodded.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head out.” He said getting up. "I meant what I said earlier.”

She nodded, contemplating if she would take him up on his offer, before walking him to the door.

“Please text me when you get home."

“Will do and be safe.” He warned.

Tremaine watched without saying a word. He wanted to snatch Kelly up. Sure he started this, but that still didn’t give a good enough reason as to why she was tending to Chris rather than him. Instead of returning to the living room she was making her way upstairs. Looking down at the towel he silently cursed at the sight of his own blood. Chris had been lucky with that one. Getting up, he made his way upstairs to find Kelly. The sound of Robyn’s voice led him to their bedroom. Kelly sat up in the bed with tears welled up in her eyes that were glued to the TV.

With all the madness going on he'd forgotten about the video, but clearly Kelly remembered.

“Baby, I’m sorry for what just happened downstairs.”

Silence is what greeted him. She didn’t even budge. He slowly approached her taking a seat next to her and still it was as if he wasn’t there.

“Why do you like making me look stupid?” She asked. He got ready to say something, but she spoke up again.

"Is it fun for you to repeatedly disrespect me? You brought your ass in here and had the nerve to promote this video to me and even after you showed your ass downstairs I’m still here supporting your dumbass. When you told me about this video why didn’t you tell me you kissed her? I have to sit here and watch this with the rest of the world. Did you conveniently forget that like the women you’ve screwed throughout the duration of our relationship? The least you can do is give me a heads up so I can go out into the world and continue to act like we’re the perfect couple.”

“What the fuck are you talking about Kelly? It’s a video. None of this shit means anything.”

“I find it funny because this isn’t the first time those words have left your mouth. Your actions continually speak for you and you say you love me, but your actions say you don’t care. You put me through so much shit and I stay and put up with it. Honest to God I can’t do this anymore Trey. I’m done. I deserve better and so does my child.”

“So that’s it. You’re just gonna leave?”

“I’ll have my lawyer contact yours and we can work everything out so we can part amicably.”

Part amicably? Was she serious? Kelly couldn’t leave him; he wouldn’t allow her to. He loved her and when he took his vows he meant every word. It was until death do us part so unless she planned to kill him she was stuck with him.

“You’re not leaving me,” He said grabbing her chin so she could look at him.

“I love you and don’t you ever question that. I know I haven’t been the best man and I’ve made my share of mistakes, but I’m trying to do better for you and our baby. You know me. Not the persona or facade I put on for the world, but the real me. Tremaine Aldon Neverson the man you fell in love with eight years ago. The man you married four years ago. You’ve held me down for eight years and I’m asking that you be patient with me. I’m sorry about the video and if I knew it would’ve gotten you this upset I would have told you. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky or conniving but I mean it when I say Robyn doesn’t mean anything. It wasn’t planned for me to be there. Someone got sick and I stepped in for my artist on her first official project. It was for the cameras and I checked her right after. I already know we’re not in the best space, but I’m trying to get it right for you. Through the bad you saw the better in me and I’m just asking for you to continue to do that. I know I’m not making this easy. I’m trying to gain your trust back and prove to you that I can be that man you love and need. I just need you to be patient and help me out some. My love for you isn’t going anywhere Kelendria.”

“Tremaine…” The sob in her throat cut off her sentence.

“Shh.” We’re going to get through this” He said as he pulled her into his arms.

For now it seems like he had stopped her from jumping over the edge, but only time could tell where they were headed.

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