ℝ𝔼ℂ𝔸ℙ:
"Imma hit you up on Instagram when I get home. You better answer." Kyle says with a pointed look.
"Okay." You smile while getting into your car.
"GYAT!" Kyle yells across the parking lot.
This time you don't try to fight the smile. but you turn to him while sporting it, "Goodnight, Mr. Fasheun. You give him a little wave before pulling out of the parking lot.
You leave him standing there, watching you drive off.
You're not even a mile from the school when you get a notification.
ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋʏʟᴇʀɪᴄʜʜ__ 6 sec
ᴋʏʟᴇʀɪᴄʜʜ__
Yo, Miss.
Yes, Kyle?
I'm tryn' take you out.
You gon let me?
𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧
You giggle at that but leave him on seen.
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𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣:
That night in the parking lot was almost three years ago.
Now, you and Kyle were almost three years into your relationship. The two of you were four months engaged. Kyle asked for your hand in marriage on your anniversary and the wedding was set for your guys' anniversary, next year.
You're still working at the college. And unsurprisingly, Kyle dropped out halfway through the second semester of his first year. But when he did drop out, he took his music more seriously.
And you never failed to express to Kyle and everyone else that you were supportive. You loved his music and his artistic talents as a musician. You went to every show you could make, granted you were a college professor.
Kyle tried countless times to get you to quit your job at the college. But to no avail. Your job kept you busy and moving. It gave you something to do throughout the day, especially when Kyle was caught up in the studio or doing interviews with Jenn and TaTa. You didn't want to be stuck at home, alone and bored while he worked -- when you could work too.
And that's what you were doing at the moment. You were at home grading work and lesson planning.
Music played lowly as you read and marked essays written by your students. The song playing was one of your favorites featuring your fiance, Show My Love.
(ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ),
ɢʀᴀᴀʜ!
"If she pretty, I'll kiss it." You rapped as you moved your hips in the chair. "She like the way that I make her submissive,"
"Come're," Kyle joined in. He startled you but brought a smile to your face, at the same time.
After you stood up from your seat, the two of you danced together while rapping along to the song. And by the time the song was over and the next song started, Kyle's arms were wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on top of your head.
You turned so that you were facing him, before wrapping your arms around him. "Welcome home, baby." You smiled at him.
He nodded while also smiling. "You been grading papers all day?"
"Yeah. These are their finals. Well, the finals for the ones in their second year. I did everybody else's earlier."
Kyle hummed, "Okay, and how much longer you think until you finish these?" He pointed at the table.
To this you shrugged, "I don't know. I got like four more to grade."
"Come on." Kyle sat in the seat you once occupied before pulling you down onto his lap.
"You wanna help me?" You turned to look at him. He nodded.
For the next hour or so, the two of you finished grading the final essays. When you were done, you stood and stretched your aching back.
"You done for the night?" Kyle asked as he stood from the dining room chair.
You nodded, "Mhm... why?"
"Wanted to take you out tonight. You hungry?"
"Mhm."
Kyle placed his hand on your belly before rubbing it in a circular motion. "I bet. You eatin' for two, now."
You giggle at his remark as you place your hand over his own. "Where we going?" You asked him as the two of you walked up the stairs and toward your shared bedroom.
Kyle shrugged, "I'on know. Where you trynna go?"
You raised one shoulder in response. "I just don't wanna go anywhere that I have to dress up." You entered your bedroom with Kyle hot on your heels. "I feel like I'm about to pop, to be honest."
It was true, now at eight months you felt like you'd give birth any day now. And you'd do anything to avoid wearing anything other than tights or sweatpants. Everybody was lucky if you forced yourself into some jeans, which was rare.
"Okay. What you cravin'?"
"Mmmm..." You took a minute to think before replying, "Pickles, I think."
"Ard, and what else?" Kyle knew you and your pregnancy well.
"Ice cream, but it's gotta be from McDonald's. But I also want a ice cream cake from Coldstone." You moved around your room, getting dressed and brushing your straightened hair into a messy ponytail on top of your head.
"You want ice cream and a ice cream cake..." Kyle knew better than to question your pregnancy cravings. But that didn't stop him from doing it anyway.
You tied the last loop on the ponytail holder before turning to look at your fiance. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, so what?"
Kyle playfully rolled his eyes at you, "Nothing," he waved you off as he threw on a hoodie.
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𝔸𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕣 & 𝔸 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣:
You and Kyle were eating at the park. He had a burger and fries, while you had a McChicken, a double cheeseburger, a large fry, a fruit punch, and a plain sundae.
You were just sitting and talking since you both finished eating.
"You know what I dreamt about last night?" You giggled at the thought of what you saw last night in your sleep.
"What?" Kyle stood from his seat on the picnic table bench to stand in between your legs, as you sat on top of the table.
"I was dreaming about our wedding day. But the crazy thing was, we was getting married in some Prolific jumpsuits. Like the ones we wore that day, you came to my office.
Kyle started laughing as well, "What--"
"Oh shit!" You blurted out, cutting Kyle off in the process.
"What's wrong, mama?" Kyle stood over you, checking to make sure you were physically okay.
"I forgot to do my lesson plan."
"I could do for you when we get home." Kyle shrugged, "And you could just look over it in the morning. Make sure you like it and shit."
Your face formed into a pout, "Are you sure, babe?"
For no reason at all, your eyes began watering. You were happy. Happy with life and with your life partner. No one you'd ever been with was so helpful and selfless. You were grateful you found each other. As you and Kyle got together and fell in love, you realized something. You realized that it was in God's plan for the two of you to meet how and when you did. And for Kyle to drop out of school. Seeing as your relationship was against the college's policy, Kyle dropping out meant the two of you could be together without having to sneak around.
It only made your bond with Kyle stronger.
Kyle nodded, "Yeah. You need sleep anyway."
He wasn't lying.
"Awwww. You still your professor's little helper?" You ask jokingly.
"Duh, Imma always be yuh lil' helper, Teach." He smiled as he leaned in and kissed your lips. "And the baby's gon be our lil' helper too. The baby gon help with any and everything." Kyle bent down to kiss your stomach before coming back up to kiss your lips again.
"You think so?" You asked Kyle as you caressed his cheek.
He nodded. Kyle knew so. And so did you. It would be in the child's nature because both you and Kyle were helpful and caring people.
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ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇʜʜ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴ' ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐨𝐨) ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ɴᴇᴡ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ.
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴛ.2 ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴏ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ. ʜᴏᴘᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ, ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ.
Published: Sunday, April 9, 2023, 7:08 pm.
Constructed and Written by MIIYΛΉMΛKK
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