My life's meaning |✔️

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"Babe don't cry, please don't. Every time I see you cry I turn soft and next thing I know I'm crying along with you."

"Now isn't the time to crack jokes. This is my life of the line!"

"I'm not joking"

"I'll talk to you later Siah. I don't feel like talking anymore."

"Ight be safe, I love you babe" he sighs

"Yeah, I love you too" I sniffled hanging up, just as Eli can back into the room with a full body pregnancy pillow, a candle and two pads that I'm assuming are heating pads.

"What happen? You look more upset then when I left" he asks doing that little head tilt he does

"My morning just keeps getting worst." I sigh "I apologize for yelling at you, it was uncalled for."

"Don't worry about it" he shrugs placing heating pads on my ankles, watching my facial expression while doing so.

Okay why does this feel amazing?

"Sit up" he demands stepping towards me

I did as told watching his every move. He took the pillow and adjusted it around me then pushed me back against it gently.

He took a step back and turned on my fan. Bitch when that air hit my face I felt like Jesus and the twelve disciples glided their finger tips against my soul. Ah what a great feeling.

I wiped my tears away then shut my eyes.

Why is he being so nice? He surely doesn't seem like the type to care about anything or anyone other than himself.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when warm heavy hands grip my left leg. Opening my eyes just for a few seconds I seen Eli kneeling down in front of my feet.

He started messaging my feet causing a soft moan to escape my lips.

I enjoyed this beautiful feeling for the next ten minutes before he did the same to my other foot.

When he was all done, I could barely keep my eyes open. Eli lit the candle then sat it on my nightstand looking down at me.

"Get some sleep, mia regina. I'll be here when you awake." Eli says walking towards the room door, taking a glance back he walks through it.

(My queen)

Don't have to tell me twice, Boo. Wait did he just call me his queen ?

***

I woke up with both my ring and middle finger in my mouth. I've slept with two fingers in my mouth all throughout my childhood, it's just something I do. I guess that's why I'm in need of braces now.

The ringing of my phone pulled me from my thoughts, Messiah's FaceTiming me.

Sitting up, I answered it wiping the back of my hand across my face. I was drooling like a mother fucka.

"Wassup Siah" I greeted him once it connected

"Hey Babe, how you feeling?"