What I Learned In L.A. (Sequel to What I learned at Hope Springs)

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**New story in MM. it's a combination of two storied that I wrote a few years ago, I'm gonna upload the first chapter soon.**

Brittany

I walked in the house smiling hard as hell. My lunch with Officer Kevin went so good, and we were going to do it again soon. I carried a bag of leftovers and a fresh plate for Micheal. He was a jerk but I'd still feed him. He was sitting at the table with a bottle of liquor. Micheal barely drunk, he just recently started when all this shit happened between me Chris, and Jasmine. He was half way done with the bottle when I walked in the kitchen. "I brought you some food." I said sitting the containers on the table. "That nigga buy it?" "Why do it matter, it's free food." I said, I hoped he didn't start aggravating me. "there's a double cheeseburger with blue cheese and fries, and a ceaser salad. This one is mine it's just left over pasta alfredo." I said taking that one and putting it in the fridge. I kissed his cheek. "What you do today?" I asked. "Nothing." "Why?" "worried about you." I grinned. "Is that why you're drinking so much?"

He sat the half empty bottle on the table. "I missed you, and I wish you would stop playing around with me. First Chris, now this guy. You're pregnant Brittany." "I know that. But it wasn't your concern that I was pregnant when you were fucking Jasmine." "We not talking about her right now, we talking about us." "Oh we're US now." "We always been US, man don't do that Brittany." "What the hell am I doing, huh Micheal?" "You playing." "How? You cheated on me, like how is that okay?" he sighed standing up from the table. "I'm sorry, I ain't been a good boyfriend, I treated you wrong, but I 'm sorry. I just want us to get better, I want us to start over. I ain't trynna fuck nobody else no more, I just want you Britt Bratt." I loved the fact that Micheal was begging right now. "Go with me to my therapist." "Whatever if it's gone fix us, I'm there.

Micheal

The whole time she was gone, and days before that, I couldn't think straight. All I wanted was for us to work shit out. She was pregnant with my child and I loved her. So, I agreed to counseling. We needed this, even if it's just her thearapist. I ate the food She brought me as she sat and smiled at me. I bet she liked that I was practically begging for another chance, who wouldn't. The test of our love would come once Jasmine was released though, it shouldn't be hard though, she tried to kill us.

***

"Babe, wake up." Brittany squirmed pulling the covers further over her head. She hated waking up in the morning. "Leave me alone." "Wake up man. We gotta go to the therapy thing." I kissed her cheek, after pulling the blanket off her head. She finally got up, going to the restroom. I was already dressed. I waited for her to come out and then we left. "Hi, how are you today Brittany?" "Hey." Brittany spoke shyly. "How you doing, I'm Micheal." I said sticking my hand out to shake hers. "Alright let's get started." She said as we all took seats in her office.

"So Micheal, Brittany tells me that you guys have been having some problems. She says you've cheated." Damn she be telling all our business. "Well yea, but it's not what she thinks." I said. "Michael we have an honesty policy. Did you know you are the first person that Brittany trusted?" Great now I felt bad.  "No mamn I didn't know that." I said. "Now, tell me what's going on with you and Jasmine."

I sighed, well for starters she's crazy. She tried to kill me, well us." "Was that when you realized you were wrong?" I sighed again. Might as well get the truth out now. "No." I said looking at Brittany. "It was after the last time we had sex, she told me She loved me." "And when was the last time you slept together?" "A week ago." Brittany chuckled lightly. "Wow." She mumbled. "This is why I'm going on dates with other guys." "Brittany you have to talk first when you're upset. Don't automatically assume he'll know you're upset" the therapist said.

Brittany let a loud sigh. She had talked to.me several times, at the moment her feelings didn't matter to me. I was gonna do what I wanted. "I've tried talking to him, he shut me down, called me names, insulted me, disrespected me. Like what am I supposed to do. He cheated and he pretty much blamed it on my emotions and how unstable I was to handle that type of hurt." I heard her voice crack. Man please don't start crying, I hated when she cried. "If me going on a date with another man, or spending time with my best friend is gonna get his attention so be it." She said.

I finally got up the courage to lift my head and look at her. Everything she was saying was true, and the therapist was laying it on me heavy. Brittany was emotional and I didn't make it an better. She trusted me and I took advantage of that. All of the hard work it took me to get us where we were in the beginning. And I just fucked it up. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix us, she knows that." I told the therapist. "Brittany do you hear Micheal, do you accept what he's saying?" "I can accept it but I don't have to trust it."She said. "That's the point Brittany you have to trust it." She wiped her eyes, "well I'm not ready to do that." "Know what, I'm fine with that, I'm willing to earn her trust back."

"See this is progress." The therapist said. If she called this progress, then she really don't know Brittany. "I want you guys to do.some homework. There's this activity I use with my couples. You make a statement for example, Brittany you say; Micheal I want you to be the best man for me. Micheal in response, you say; Brittany, when you want it, I will try my hardest to be the best man for you. Understand?" We both shook our heads, this builds trust and makes you both more open to each other's wants and needs.

Brittany

I sighed, this therapist always got me dying some dumb shit. I'm not doing these exercises. We left therapy and went to go get food. "You okay?" Micheal asked. "I'm fine." I said. I just wanted to be done right now, I want trying to.do this stupid ass assignment either. Micheal could tell that I was reluctant to do anything too, He just side eyed me for now. He better not talk to me.

Even when we got home I was silent. "You need anything?" He asked. I knew what he was doing. "Nope." I said smartly. He sucked his teeth, "come on its gotta be something you want." "Nope nothing." I said. I kicked off my shoes picking them up.and walking upstairs. Micheal followed me. "We got homework Brittany." He said like he was so aggravated. "I'm going to sleep, I'm not doing that." I stripped down to my underscores grabbing a big tee shirt to put on. I crawled in the bed turning on the tv. He's gonna have to work harder then that.