Dear Future Husband, Dannielle Alexander [story reading .TXT] 📗

here, I have to get far away, really far away….” I thought to myself, I was sitting at the pool in the backyard, wondering how my life got so messed up. 

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” I heard him say behind me, “You scared the shit out of me, don’t sneak up on me like that.” He was already holding his stomach, as his laughs erupted; he was watching me as I stood in the pool with my arms crossed flames escaping my ears.

“You should have seen your face,” he laughed. ‘This BITCH!’ I thought, getting ready to kill him. I climbed out of the pool, running towards him to beat that nigger ass. Before I knew it I was on my ass again with him standing above me clutching his stomach. I gave him my most intimidating, death glare, but he just stood there laughing his ass off.

~LATER THAT DAY~

“And you tried to catch me……” Brandon tried to say between laughs, “and then you ended up on your ass.” “Haha very funny dick head, that’s why your ass going to stay lonely for the rest of your life.” 

“How would I be lonely when I got you, ma?” he smiled, but I was still mad at him, so I got up and again with my clumsy ass self, fell right back on the couch. He tried to hold in his laughter this time, but couldn’t. I got up and slowly and carefully, walked upstairs slamming the bedroom door; I flopped down on the bed. After a few minutes he came knocking on the door, “Amelia?” I didn’t want him anywhere near me right now. “Go Away Brandon!” I screamed at him but it probably just came out as muffles because my head was in the pillows on the bed. I heard the click of the door and then he came in and sat on the bed right beside me. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he attempted to apologize, “I didn’t mean to make you upset but it was just so fun…” I nudged him with my elbow in his stomach, “damn, that shit hurt,” he said rubbing his now aching side. “Are you here to make fun of me, because if you are you could do it outside.” “I’m sorry; don’t be mad at me,” he said lying next to me, his arms snaking its way unto me side. “Get off of me, now Brandon!” I was pissed and I didn’t want to even look at him right now.  “Nope,” he said popping the ‘P’, “you know that you can’t stay mad at me you love me too much.” “Very funny because I don’t love you at all now get your heavy ass hand off of me,” I demanded. “You know you don’t mean that,” he remarked. “I do, get away from me,” he seemed hurt but still didn’t move his hand from my waist. “I can’t let you go I because….”he began.  “Because what Brandon?” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this but I do not want to go down this road again we always end up having sex or arguing and I don’t want to do either of those things with him, I need to get away. “Because I just need you here with me okay, I can’t live without you and if you or I leave which I won’t, apart of me will be gone and I can’t let that happen, ma, I love you too much for me to let you go, I know you talking about me permanently leaving but I can’t because I can’t go another day without waking up with you by my side.” I really wasn’t expecting him to say all this but it still didn’t change my feelings towards him; I have to leave and raise my baby away from all this drama. “Amelia say something,” I had no idea what he wanted me to say, “what do you want me to say?” He slowly removed his hand from my waist; I felt a sense of loneliness when it was no longer there. ‘Am I really falling for this guy?’ I thought to myself, I don’t think I’m in love with him but I know I want him around whenever he can be. He was about to get off of the bed, but I grabbed onto his hand telling him that I don’t want him to leave, I needed him. I laid on my back, he laid next to me, resting his head on his hand. I looked him in those gorgeous green eyes of his and was lost in them for a moment. He rose up placing a kiss on my lips before resuming his position next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. We stayed like that until I drifted off to sleep.

Home For Her

Brandon POV

 

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Sorry for the long wait it just that I got caught up with all my school work and needed to keep focus, but here’s my new chapter hope you wonderful readers enjoy…………………..

 

 XOXO D.A

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I was very sure to myself that I was doing the right thing by making Amelia mine; I know that I am in love with her and that she feels the same way for me. I can’t lose her and I’m not going to lose her not to any of these other men out here, she belongs to me and I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can.

I had all these thoughts running through my mind as I stood in the kitchen making breakfast for Amelia and me.  When I felt two arms wrap around me from the back, I felt her nose pressed against my back and I knew that she was sniffing me. Yeah I know she weird, she sniffs people and I have no idea what for but she does it a lot. Maybe she has this sixth sense that can tell people’s emotions or some shit like that when she sniffs them.

“Earth to Brandon,” I heard her call and I was brought from my trail of odd thoughts. “Huh, what did you say?” I asked her, with a weird look on my face. “I said that I have to be back in Miami tonight otherwise I’m gonna lose my job and I can’t afford to raise a baby without a job,” I looked at her trying to signal with my eyes that she doesn’t need to resume her job, I’m guessing she understood because she said, “I don’t want to be a burden for you and I can’t stay here and let my child and I live off of your money.”

“Come on ma’, you won’t be living off of me I’ll just be doing what I need to do; by taking care of you and the baby,” I reassured her, but she wasn’t having it that way.

“How about you stay here and work at the resort but you could work from home,” I offered in hopes that she would accept.

“Home?” she questioned; caught off guard I’m sure because that’s what the look on her face showed.

“”Yes home, you’re living here with me now aren’t you so I think home is what we call the place where we live,” I told her, she smiled from the stool she was now sitting on at the island counter. I placed a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice on the counter for her, she smiled up at me, “have I ever told you how much I love you,” she joked. “So nice to know that you love me, but I can’t tell whether it’s your heart or your stomach talking,” I told her with an amount of sarcasm and enthusiasm; as I watched her devour the pancakes from the plate.

 

 

 Amelia POV

 

 

“What?” I asked Brandon as he stared at me from across the counter as I ate all the pancakes that he made and man were they good.

“Nothing, you just seem I don’t know hungry, no let me rephrase that you seem starved,” he said, I wanted to slap him across his perfect face but decided against it.

“Well you see, Brandon I’m freaking pregnant and when you got a freaking child inside your stomach, which clearly never going to happen to you, you tend to eat more because you’re eating for two,” I educated him, with attitude. We sat there in silence for the rest of the meal, “Burrrrp, Excuse me!” I laughed. I then got up and placed my dirty dishes in the dishwasher and headed upstairs. I closed the door and headed toward the bed, I took out my phone from my bag and when I saw it I was blown away to see that I had fifty-three miss calls from Jonah, so I decided that I’ll call him to let him know that I’m okay.  He picked up on the second ring:

 

Phone Convo

“Hey, Jonah!” I screamed into the phone, “What’s up?”

“Damn Amelia, why you got to scream and shit?” he said on the other side of the line, “my ass aint deaf.”

“Well hello Jonah,” I whispered making sure he didn’t hear me.
“What?” he questioned and I could almost see the confused look on his face through the phone.

“See I knew your ass was deaf,” I joked, a smirk now plastered on my face.

“Anyway how’ve you been I aint hear from you or Luky boy since you guys left for your honeymoon, you and him did the nasty didn’t you?” Jonah teased.

“Shut up, I have some important news to drop on you so hush and listen,” I told him, I knew that I could trust Jonah with anything he was also my best friend and I told all my darkest secrets and he didn’t judge me.

“Proceed,” he said.
“Well the thing is Lucas and I aren’t together anymore,” I told him. I heard him gasp on the other side of the line.

“What?” he asked, “so where are you, what happened?”

“I can’t tell you what happened over the phone but as for where I am, I’m at a friend’s house on the outline of Bora Bora.” I told him.
“Oh and I’m pregnant” I continued.

“That’s Lucas’ baby right?” he questioned as though he was my father.

“Of course it is, what do you think I am, a whore,” I joked with him, I chuckled into the phone knowing that I had already moved on with someone I was hoping would love me as much as I love him.

“No I don’t think you’re a whore, but I know that you don’t cry over any man you move on with your life and put the past in the past,” he told me and I knew that he was right.

“It’s funny how you know me more than my husband did,” I said, it pained me to call him that but we didn’t get a divorce yet so he was still legally my husband.

“Well I’m gonna go now, I’ll call you back later, bye don’t miss me too much,” I joked.
“Don’t flatter yourself Lia, bye!” he said then we hung up.

End of Convo

 

I heard Brandon enter the room so I turned my head looking in his direction. “Who was that?” he asked casually scratching the back of