Third Person
Chris contemplated his thoughts and actions as he walked to the door. Guilt hung above him as he knocked on the door, but he shrugged it away. This wasn't wrong. Was it?
In a few seconds, the door opened; Chris's eyes met her. She wore a pink flannel lounge set, and her hair was let down. Chris noted she wore less makeup than usual, which surprised him.
"Hi Ammika."
"Hi Chris."
She welcomed him in, stepping aside, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He chose to spend Christmas with her and her son. She watched the man she's always wanted walk into the living room, set the gifts bag down near the medium sized Christmas tree, and turn to face her.
"So." He stated, feeling rather awkward. "Where's Aeko?"
"Playing. Upstairs."
"That's good." Chris nodded. "I'll just go and say hi."
"Okay."
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A few hours had passed. Chris, Aeko and Ammika were all sitting on the couch, playing with Aeko's new dinosaur figures.
"Hey Aeko." Chris says, and his son looked at him. "You want to spend a few days with me, bud?"
"Yes!" His son eagerly said. "Mama, can I?"
"Sure." She smiled softly. "You can go spend time with daddy."
By almost six, Chris realised how late it was becoming. He kissed his son's forehead, said goodbye, and stood up. He walked out of the living room, and was just putting his jacket on, when Ammika approached him.
"Chris, you're leaving already?"
"Yeah." He nods. "Rih's waiting for me."
"She knew you came?"
"Of course she does." The lie bit at him. "Do you want something?"
She shook her head. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a white box.
"Merry Christmas." She said.
He accepted the present, flashing his baby mama a smile, and walked towards the door. He fiddled with the white box in his palm as he walked towards his car.
"Chris!"
He turned back around.
"You're not going to wish me merry Christmas?"
"Sorry." Chris chuckled nervously, as his baby mama came a step too close. "Merry Christmas, Ammika."
Without warning, she leaned upwards, and kissed his cheek. Feeling her warmth, Chris let her lips linger for a few seconds, before stepping away.
"Okay. I gotta go. Just drop Aeko whenever you can this week."
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He entered his house, and gratefully accepted the warm air that hit him. He quickly shut the door, and walked towards the kitchen. Two empty plates, glass cups, and he smelt pasta and chicken as he searched around the kitchen for his woman.
"Rih." He called out. "Baby?"
He walked into the living room, expecting her to be watching TV, or dancing like a maniac, or singing Christmas songs at the top of her lungs, but there was no sight. Guilt flooded through him as he ran up the stairs.
"Rih?"
He walked towards his bedroom door, and twisted the door handle. It didn't budge; it was locked. He knocked.
"Babe?"
He knocked again.
"Baby? Open up."
He knocked a few times.
"Rih, this ain't funny. Baby, open, please?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Baby?"
"Chris, I'm here."
He turned his head; she had just gotten out of the shower, her towel wrapped tight to her body, her hair in a messy bun.
"Babe....the door's locked." Chris said gently. "I thought you-"
"Shit, sorry." Rihanna sighed. "I must've accidentally locked it. Again. Sorry."
"No. It's fine." Chris smiled. "Stay dressed like that, we'll go have dinner. Im starving."
"Chris, Im freezing. I need clothes."
"Rih, it's warm in here." Chris smirked. "What you need is to have dinner with me. We'll solve this door later."
She didn't fight; she gave in. It was just them. She might as well go have dinner like this. As her boyfriend embraced her, she couldn't help but notice the hint of a rose scent that remained on his shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as she caught glimpse of a faint lipstick mark on his cheek.
"Do you want to get dressed?" Chris asked, as he pulled away.
"I'll be quick." She managed a smile. "Unlock the door for me, please."
| A/N: I'm going to write my POVs in third person now guys. It's so much easier for me. |
