Voluptuous

3.

Madison pov

"You don't think he's serious, do you?" Seven asks me

"I really don't know Seven. I haven't seen the man in months. You'd be surprised at how people change in a matter of months." I said before biting into my Granola bar

"Want me to kick his ass?"

"Thanks but the father of my child is -

A knocking to my door interrupts my sentence.

"Raymond you can come in."

"...I'm not Raymond."

I hear from the other side.

"Come in"

I watch the door knob turn next and the door pushes in. Vito appears in the doorway just staring.

"Seven I'm going to call you later."

"Alright baby girl. Love you" he says before hanging up

"Love you too"

"What can I help you with?" I ask while rubbing my stomach slowly

"I got you some wings and fries." He says lifting a Checkers bag up

"Thank you, you can put it on the dresser"

"Look Madison I don't want to argue and fight anymore. Especially something like what happened earlier."

I watch him walk my food to the dresser and then sits on the bed.

"I didn't say you can sit on my bed" I say seriously

" I'm sorry Madison."

I watch him get up from his spot and go on the wall to lean on it.

"This whole time I've been outside. I never left because we still haven't held an adult discussion. I'm the oldest out of us and I could have steered that conversation differently. That conversation got super deep and things that were said out of my mouth earlier was out of anger."

"Well Victor the tongue has so much power when emotions are involved. Don't try to change how you feel because I wont" I say looking at him.

" Madison I just want to bury this."

" I can never bury this. You threatened to get full custody over my child twice."

"It's not only yours." He says angrily

"You keep saying mine ,last time I checked their was two of us that night having sex." Vito says lifting two fingers

"Madison I want to apologize for calling you out of your name and just hurting you in general. I don't hate you. You just make it hard to be around you these days." He chuckles

"Mhmm" I say lowly

I can feel his eyes staring at me hard and it's truly bothering me.

"The hell are you looking at?" I asks looking up at him

"You... who else?" He said sweetly, too sweetly then I think he meant

"You know you're beautiful, right?"

I shake my head before laying my head back on the pillow and turning my body the opposite direction.

"Your ass has gotten fatter." He says

"I already know. Don't need you telling me"

"...I think we should go to therapy."

"We are not in a relationship." I say turning to now look at him