Unconditional II

Chapter 7: Part I

• Chris •

I was trying hard to understand where Kim's issue lied. I mean, was she truly tired of these females or was she insecure about the whole situation. Because, if I could stop everything, I would but unfortunately I can only do but so much. I love Kim but she is certainly being unreasonable. She wants me to change things I have no control over. I didn't know what to do about her right now and I wasn't about to stress over it and sweat her. Kimberly is grown and she better learn to say exactly what's bothering her or else it can't be fix.

After putting the groceries away I climbed in to bed, deciding to take a nap. No kids, which was rare, I was gonna take full advantage of this time and I'm not putting up with Kim's temper tantrums either.

• Kim •

For me to have stormed in to the house and Chris not try to solve things really hurt me. I went in to the bathroom for a bath and when I come back in to the bedroom, here he is, sleeping peacefully. After I was dressed I just stood over him. I wanted to wake him but then what? I'm mad at him but thinking about it, is it really right for me to be mad at him? Honestly, I just felt like doing what the old me would have done and that's beat down any bitch that stepped to me or my family in a disrespectful manner. But then me as a mother, do I still have that option?

"Why you standing over me like that?" Chris said sitting up.

I didn't reply, I just gazed at him.

"You look crazy. You better not be thinking of doing nothing stupid," Chris said turning over to go back to sleep.

"You gone just turn your back on me?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows as I walked closer.

"You better go ahead with that bullshit," he sighed.

"Bullshit? You don't care about how your wife feels? Chris, you're the one who asked me to marry you."

"Exactly. Tell yourself that. You act like I'm still fucking around with them bitches. I asked you to marry me, I'm with you not them. But you get mad, why? Because I can't change how they react about us. They are in the past, that's the most I can tell you. I'm sorry I can do more, I told you take a restraining order if that would make you more comfortable."

I reached for his shoulder to turn him over while I talked to him but he refused me. I was in shock for a minute but then I climbed on him.

"You gonna ignore my presence?"

"I noticed it when you were standing over me when I was trying to sleep," he said with a slight attitude.

I frowned, "I'm sorry babe, I'm just getting tired of this nonsense," I said leaning in to kiss him but again he was refusing me.

"You think you can get forgave easily but I go through hell if I'm in the wrong? You crazy," he said trying to move me but I wouldn't budge.

"Quit playing."

"I'm not playing."

"What do you want?"

"I want to make love."

"On one condition."

I raised my eyebrow, "What?"

"Give me a baby."

"You got three."

"I want another one," he said, now holding on to my hips.

"Nigga no, they're only 4. We have plenty of time."

"Beggers can't be choosers. Besides, you're 27. We are not getting any younger. My mans always gone be swimming but you don't have infinite eggs."

"Then maybe when I reach 30 I'll look in to freezing my eggs."