𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.

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Looking back, Isaiah twisted his face up while grabbing Xyden to walk ahead. "Don't nobody wanna see that lovey dovey ass shit, gon do y'all own thing I got him." Isaiah waved off while speeding off with the little boy, leaving Amerie and Syre who stopped in their tracks.

The plan was to meet up with everyone and have a little outing with the kids, but neither of them would even attempt to put up a fight being told they didn't have to be there. Amerie didn't have the energy or patience to be around everyone right now, and Syre would simply much rather be up under his girlfriend. As usual.

"Alone time with you, my favorite thing." Syre smiled as he moved from behind her to grab her hand in his instead. "I mean, outside of-."

"I know. I want to be fucked so disrespectfully but...baby doesn't let me." Amerie frowned down at her belly, feeling the baby moving around. "I'm so done with this pregnancy, we have everything prepared and just ready to go. Just not the baby yet." She sighed out tiredly as they began to walk their own path through people.

She applauded any woman who had to go through pregnancy alone and made it through, because she couldn't imagine. It was the people around her who took weight off of the process, specifically Syre who'd been heaven sent for most of her pregnancy which she couldn't be any more thankful for. She had to carry all of the physical weight, but he lifted everything else off of her shoulders in whatever ways he could.

"You know what would be funny as hell? If we had twins." Syre laughed, his eyes trailing down to Amerie's blank face making him laugh harder.

He still found amusement in how much she didn't want kids, to her now walking around pregnant with his baby. And he only found it funny because she finally came around to everything and accepted the fact she would be a mother soon.

"We already seen the baby multiple times, we're not having more than one." She rolled her eyes, because now the thought would be over her until she physically gave birth.

"I know but it still be happening, other one could be busier or something-."

"I wish you would shut up sometimes." She mushed his head with her free hand, making him laugh again.

Her eyes scanned around the illuminated fair, the bright colorful lights giving her a certain sense of comfort remembering he brought her to the fair on the first birthday she spent with him. They walked away from everyone else behind the Ferris wheel, giving them their own seclusion and privacy.

She could tell with the way he looked around and adjusted the gun along his hip, he felt a little paranoid. And his paranoia almost immediately caused the mood surrounding them to fall, at least for Amerie who was over it.

"You so beautiful mama." Syre complimented as he stared down at her, watching the way the colorful light bounced off of her skin. But she didn't respond, making him immediately stop their walking and tighten his grip on her hand with his eyes never leaving her.

Running his tongue over his lips slowly, he watched her eyes shift elsewhere. "What's wrong with you?" He spoke calmly, despite her focus still being anywhere but on him.

"Nothing-."

"What's wrong?" He repeated, his grip on her only tightening from her attempt to move away.

Throwing her head back in frustration, she attempted to move away again only to have less success. "Can you get off of me?"

"Nah."

"Syre get the fuck-."

"What I ain't bout to do is fight with you and treat you like you some random bitch off the street, love you too much for that. We grown enough to communicate right?" He stared down at her, keeping that grip on her wrists despite her continuous moving. "Give me your words mama-."