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I lied still, staring up at the ceiling; the feelings of regret and shame ever so present in my soul as I looked over to <a href="">Michael</a>, who lay peacefully sleeping, exhausted from what we just encountered.

I sighed to myself, already disappointed that somehow he was able to get me in his bed, again. Only for the next day and the rest of the week to more than likely not hear from him. I don't know how I always end up in this compromising position, but each time I would hope that something would change. That he actually meant the words he said and really wanted this to be more.

But he never did.

I swallowed the last bit of pride I could muster and carefully removed myself from the bed, ensuring that I didn't wake him.

I threw on my clothes that I had worn to the party that night in haste, and hurried out of his room, making my way downstairs and exiting his house.

He had driven us over here because I rode with my roommates to the party. I kicked myself realizing the time and that the buses stopped running this late. I was in for a long walk home.

The walk could give me some time to clear my head, and truly annualize what all this meant, or just to ridicule myself for not listening to my Better Judgment in the first place.

He was always my Better Judgment.

He gave me that warning look, that he always gives before I run off somewhere with Michael. My hopeless romantic ass always would anyway. Thinking maybe, this time would end differently for me.

I cursed to myself as I continued to walk a fast and steady pace to my house near campus. I wasn't as alarmed as I normally would be walking in the city at this time of night. There was a calm over me.

Just as the feeling came, my phone vibrated against my palm.

I looked at the screen, seeing the goofy pic of him and I as the caller ID for his number. A sigh of relief escaped my lips before I answered it.

"Where you at man! I check ya room and you still not home. It's 3 AM Quinn.." He nagged before I even had a chance to speak.

"Walking on 4th-" I was soon cut off.

"His punk ass got you..." He paused, I assumed taking a deep breath. "I'm on my way."

The call ended and I frowned bracing myself for the lecture to come once I got picked up.

Within five minutes his car pulled up beside <a href="">me</a>, as I reached a stopped sign on the sidewalk. I looked over at his car worriedly as <a href="">he</a> rolled the window down.

"You better get in this car girl.." He smirked while reaching his arm over to open the door for me. I smiled softly before hopping inside. Internally grateful not to have to be on my feet any longer.

I flashed him a fake smile before burying my head deep in my hood and looking out the window. Finally letting the lone tear escape my eye.

Chris was always there to save me in my time of trouble and despair. Maybe if I actually listened to him more often, I wouldn't always end up in this position.

I was thankful for my Better Judgment however, no matter how much I ignored his advice.

"..Wanna talk about it?" He finally asked, breaking the silence that had consumed the vehicle. I shook my head wearily.

I could see him give a nod of understanding through my peripheral vision and allowed the silence to consume us once more.

We reached our house, and Chris pulled up in the alley that led to our backyard to park in the makeshift driveway. He gave a loud and obnoxious yawn while turning the car off as I crossed my eyes at the annoying habit.

We stepped out of the car and I swiftly went to the back door, trying to avoid any glares from Chris about the decision I made tonight.

The house was dark, meaning our other two roommates had retreated to their rooms for the evening.

Good, I thought to myself. Last thing I wanted to hear was their mouths on top of Chris' daggers of disappointing looks.

I didn't wait for Chris to enter before I went upstairs to my room and instantly began stripping my layers of clothing, preparing to wash off all memory of tonight in the shower.

I grabbed my towel and the clothes I planned to wear and waltzed into our bathroom. After my shower, I felt more calm and relaxed and ready to put this Friday night behind me.

As I entered the room, I wasn't at all shocked to see Chris sleeping peacefully on 'his side' of my bed. He was the biggest baby whenever he came home and I wasn't there. Always wanted to be up under me to make sure I was safe and not leave his sight. He's been protective of me like that since we were little.

I shook my head before tossing my towel and dirty clothes in the hamper and jumping into my side of my bed. Chris instantly draped his arm over my torso, careful not to pull me close.

"Goodnight Quinn. Luh you." He said softly while getting himself more comfortable.



"Um, can you watch how you're carrying that please?" I scolded the movers while looking up from my laptop. They had been rough with s*** all morning.

"I'm sorry Señorita Quinn." One of them apologized while taking the couch to the living room.

I rolled my eyes and continued back to filling out applications. We had just arrived to Dallas last week and Chris and I finally found a <a href="">house</a> that would fit all six of us.

Yes, Chris had been the number one draft pick as a back up quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys. He signed for a 40 million dollar contract for only three years. And that was just if he remained a back up. My theory was after the first time they let him play, he would have no choice but to give him a starting position.

Everything had happened so fast. One minute we're in New York for the draft, and the next we're on a plane to Dallas. He literally had practice two days afterwards. He didn't even have time to pack.

Chris barely had time for anything really. I was responsible for making sure all of our s*** was shipped and when it was, there was no where for it go since we were still living in a hotel.

The last weekend we met with a realtor and she found us this beautiful 'starter' home like she called it. I don't know why. This home was perfect. We weren't the type of people that required a mansion or anything of the sort. We liked to live in close proximity with each other. Besides. All six of us living together was only temporary until Sean and Wiz really started making money for themselves. This home was the perfect size for Chris and I when it was all said and done.

Currently, Chris was at practice with the team and I was at home monitoring the movers while also filling out applications for schools nearby to work as a middle school guidance counselor for now, until I decided on how to further my education. There was a need for more of the inner city schools and I was excited to be working with young boys and girls. Hopefully being the outlet that I never really had at that age.

In the midst of getting ready to post my résumé my phone went off against the <a href="">table</a>. I checked the screen before answering.

"Sup ugly." I greeted my boyfriend, hearing wind and whistles in the background.

"Sup chump. You check the mail? I'm supposed to be getting that copy of my contract today." He sounded out of breath.

"Nah, not yet. I've been watching the movers get reckless with our s***." I grumbled standing up.

He chuckled on the other end, "Well check it for me baby. And also, check on Wiz and Sean's flights and make sure their rooms are ready."

I rolled my eyes walking towards the front door, "Yeah I'm also going to be looking to find your real assistant because you're slowly but surely trying to make me that b****."

He laughed, "My bad Muffin. I luhh you! I'm taking you out tonight too when I get home so pick out something sexy."

My heart fluttered at the sound of us going on a date. We hadn't had a moment to actually enjoy the change going on around us since moving non stop.

"For real?" I asked trying to mask my excitement.

"Yes witcho corny ass. You prally over there making that silly face when you try to hide your smile."

I smacked my lips, "Bye nigga. I'll text you if you got any mail."

He giggled, "I love you Quinn."

"Love you too." I stepped off the front porch and instantly was smacked in the face with Dallas heat. This weather was definitely going to be an adjustment.

I strolled to mailbox, opened it and found a few items inside. Nothing that looked like Chris' contract.

As I was going through each item if mail, I felt a pair of eyes staring so I looked up to find <a href="">him</a> across the street staring strangely back at me.

I returned the awkward stare down before turning on my heels, the mail clutched at my side.

I walked back into the house, set the mail down at the table and attempted to get back to the computer before I heard the door bell ring.

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I brushed past a few movers to answer the door.

I looked through the window to see the weirdo from across the street. I grunted to myself before opening the door.

"Yes?" I greeted impatiently as he stared. What was with this dude?

"Um. Quinn?"

I screwed up my face, "How do you know my name?"

He looked stuck before he lifted a piece of mail in my direction, "You dropped this."

I made an 'O' with my lips before graciously accepting the piece of mail I had dropped, "Thanks."

There was a weird pause before he spoke again, "You just move in?"

I gave him a 'duh' expression as he chuckled a little, "Sorry. What you do you do? If you don't mind me asking.."

I actually did but decided to answer anyway, "My boyfriend just got drafted for the Cowboys-"

Before I could even finish my sentence he was laughing and shaking his head, preparing to leave. "Should've known."

I crossed my arms in defense, "What's that suppose to mean?"

He smirked, "Nothing. Have a good day Quinn."

I eyed him as he stepped off the porch, "I didn't get your name?"

He paused before looking over his shoulder, "Matthias. See you around. Neighbor."


"How was ya day beautiful? You get some apps done?" Chris asked me from across the table, biting into his shrimp Alfredo. We were having a quiet evening at a Pappadeaux near the house.

I nodded, "Yeah a few. But since I didn't really get a chance to do any internships in college, I don't know how much of a chance I have." I said sadly as Chris picked up on my mood.

"Don't talk like that. Maybe I can see if I can help."

I shot him a look, "No babe. I wanna do this on my own.."

He huffed before rolling his eyes, "Man you still on that? Let me help Quinn for real. I'm sure some players on the team know some people that can get you an interview.."

I raised my hand, "I just don't want you bailing me out or saving me every time I'm in trouble. Let me do this babe. Please? I gotta find my own way. I came because I want to be supportive and I want to be near you. Now hold up your end of the deal."

He shut up then and continued to eat. Before I agreed to move out here with him I made Chris promise to let me figure s*** out by myself with no outside help. I wanted to take the advice of my mother while also following my heart.

"You see any neighbors lately?" He randomly asked not looking up. "Seems like every time I leave and come home I don't see no damn body."

I paused thinking about my strange encounter, "Yeah I actually saw some dude across the street today. He came over to bring by some mail I had dropped. Weird guy."

Chris looked up, eying me close. "Word? He black?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Was trying to figure out what we did for a living. I told him you played for the Cowboys and things got awkward."

Chris chuckled, "Maybe he's not a fan?"

I took a bite of my salad while shrugging, "Eh maybe. I'm just ready for our friends to get here so we can really try to get to know the city together."

He nodded in agreement, "Yeah. You know you should really try to get to know some of the player's girls on the team. They all say how their girls are real click tight and ask me about you. They come to practices to bring food n's***."

"You want me to be a sunbeam or some s***?" I asked in humor, referring to 'The Game' as Chris looked to be thinking hard.

"Nah I think they called the Cowgirls." He replied with all seriousness before I busted out laughing. He didn't get the joke so I chose to just change the subject all together.

"I'll pop up one day. How are you liking your team?"

He cleared his throat before shrugging, "They cool so far. Romo a diva though."

I giggled, "How so?"

He kissed his teeth, "Man he shows up to practice whenever he feels like it. Runs whatever plays he feels like it and has his assistant address anyone he wants to talk to for him. He hasn't said anything to me since I've shown up no matter how many props I get from my teammates."

"They don't give you a hard time being the rookie?"

"I mean, yeah they do. But at the same time they help me transition from playing college ball to pro. It's a lot different. Tougher. But I'm adjusting pretty good. I'm just ready to play. The way Romo acts tho, he may not let me sub him until like the third game."

"I'm sure ya coach will have the final say so. You're about to kill it out there. I'm so ready for my jersey to come in the mail." I said excitedly as Chris flashed a sly grin.

"I'm so ready to f*** you with that jersey on and nothing else.." Just the tone of his voice made a chill go up my spine. We hadn't connected since this morning before he left for practice.

"You so damn nasty at this dinner table." I blushed, trying to contain my eagerness.

His bit his bottom lip, "You like it."

We were having a stare down at the table. Trying to see who would be the first one to crack from the intense vibes we were sending. As much as I wanted him, I wasn't going to cave in. It was always me.

I leaned forward a little, taking my foot out of my heel, and began to rub it up and down his pants leg. I could feel him fidget, before he threw up his hand.

"Check please!"


She could be his lawyer cus he def gon need one being drafted to the NFL...

Ps. I was in your story Scared of Beautiful and I saw that you were turning into a book so I didn't bother reading it cus I'd rather buy the book lol so has it been published it? And if so where can I buy it at?

She could be his lawyer cus he def gon need one being drafted to the NFL...

Quinn need to figure her self it

her mother has a very valid point. she can vbe with him and still figure out who she is. run it

her mother has a very valid point. she can vbe with him and still figure out who she is. run it

her mother has a very valid point. she can vbe with him and still figure out who she is. run it

her mother has a very valid point. she can vbe with him and still figure out who she is. run it

dam that is not lookin too good
run it

Awww Quinn boo you need to figure yourself out. I wonder what's goin to happen now
Run It!!!

get it together Quinn.. glad the trip went well tho RUN IT

Wow! RUN IT!

Uh-oh not good.

A get away is in order for miss quinn. Like a 'stella got her groove back' but more like a got her life on track.

Run It!!

I drove intently down the freeway to the Halfway House my mother was currently staying to the sounds of Nothing Was The Same. <a href="">Chris</a> was in the passenger seat, studying for an exam he had the next day, allowing the smooth sounds of Drake to consume all conversation.

I was in a daze. Nervous and excited to see my mother. The last time I saw her, things didn’t end positively. I was failing to push the memory of me miscarrying out of my mind. The argument we had that led up to that moment. The flashbacks that consumed my being. The amount of blood in the shower. The sounds of my screams alerting Chris.

I shook my head, shaking those thoughts as well. I just prayed this time ended better.

“Get out ya head girl.” Chris spoke from his seat, never taking his eyes off the book. I hated when he did that. Read me without even looking at me.

“W-what?” I stuttered, as he chuckled in response before closing his book shut. He opened his bag, and shoved the book inside before looking up at <a href="">me</a>.

“Get out ya head. You should see yourself over there. Trembling n’s***. Why you acting like this? It’s just your mom.”

I sighed, “I know. But I said some pretty f***ed up things the last time I saw her. Having that huge argument about her talking to Quincy again. I judged the situation before I heard her out, ya know? And allowed it to mess me up physically and emotionally. Like we’ve written letters to each other since, but I just feel like a bad seed, ya know?”

He smiled warmly while gripping my thigh with his left hand, “You’re not a bad daughter Quinn. You’re just emotional. And your mom knows what it is. There used to be a time where you would have Nana bring you up here every week. Member that? And she told you to stop coming so much when you got in college. She wanted you to focus and enjoy your life. Not always be consumed in her.”

I blew out a breath of air, “I took that too far though. Not coming to see her in over a year? What kinda s*** is that?”

“You’re forgiven baby, don’t stress it. This about to be a smooth visit. I’m excited to see her fine ass myself.” I caught him playfully licking his lips before I shoved him, causing a laugh to erupt from his chest.

His raised his arms to defend himself from any more hits, “I’m playin Muff. Damn! I settled for you didn’t I?!”

I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes back onto the road to avoid looking his way. “Aww da baby med at me?” He cooed in a small voice as I locked my jaw to avoid the smile trying desperately to escape.

He kissed his teeth when I wouldn’t give in. “Don’t be mad cuz I could’ve been ya step daddy-OW!” I back handed him right in his chest. He pouted rubbing the spot.

“You’re MEAN!” He huffed crossing his arms and looking away from me out of the window. I couldn’t stop the laughter at this point. He was beyond childish.

Chris had distracted me long enough that I barely even realized we had reached the facility where my mother was staying. We checked in with security and waited for them to call us back. My hands were shaking so Chris calmly grabbed them into his.

“Relax Muffin.” He spoke, causing an ease to come to my spirit. This is exactly why I needed him here. I couldn’t imagine going through this alone.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, were finally called back to the common area where all inmates met with their families. Chris and I were the only ones waiting. We sat at a table and waited for the guard to escort her into the room.

Five minutes later I saw <a href="">her</a> smiling face burst through the door, tears in her eyes and arms open. I jumped from my seat and into my mother’s warm embrace. She held me tight and kissed the crown of my head repeatedly while rocking. I missed her presence. She made everything better when she was around. I remember I used to be so bitter that she chose to be away from me for so long.

“I missed you baby.” She said softly, stepping back so she could look at me from head to toe. “You’re so beautiful.” She pulled me into her arms again until I finally found the courage to pull back. We couldn’t hold each other the whole visit, no matter how much I wanted to.

She draped her arm around my shoulder and was almost startled to see Chris standing there, smiling with his hands behind his back.

“I know this isn’t my ‘little’ Christopher?! Look at you!” She cooed walking up to give him a hug. He gently leaned down to kiss her cheek before they hugged.

“Hi Ms. Ann.” He grinned as she blushed just looking at him.

We all took a seat back at the table and began to catch up. I apologized over and over about the last time we saw each other, but she kept brushing it off. Not trying to make it a huge concern.

“So Miss Quinn. Miss College Graduate!” She beamed. I had mailed her the copy of my diploma so she could have it in her room. “What’s next? We going to law school like we talked about? Or getting into social work?”

My eyes widened before I looked to Chris; he returned an unsure expression back. I hadn’t told her about the next chapter in my life yet.

She looked between the both of us questionably before furrowing her brows, “What? What’s the look ya’ll giving each other? Speaking without saying words? Used to do that when ya’ll were little. Drove me crazy. Out with it.” She scolded, waiting for one of us to speak.

I started twiddling my fingers under her eye, “Um.. Mom. Chris won the Heisman trophy.” I informed her with a nervous smile, as her eyes remained low.

“I know, his mother informed me. Congratulations Christopher! I was so proud.” She grinned in his direction but soon cut her eyes back at me.

“What does that have to do with you continuing your education?” She asked as sweetly as she could, awaiting an explanation.

“Well,” I started nervously, trying to keep my composure. “He’s entered for the draft. And..Sean, Cameron and I are all planning to go wherever he goes. Sean is going to be his publicist and Cameron is going to be Chris’ accountant.”

She looked as if she was waiting for me to continue. Realizing that I wasn’t, she spoke. “Ok. Where does that leave you Quinn Marie?”

Chris cleared his throat and stood up from the table, “I’m going to give ya’ll a minute. I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”

I sighed inwardly, sad that he was leaving me to handle this alone. It was just a question that I hadn’t yet found the answer for. Chris and I hadn’t come to a conclusion on what I should do with my education when we moved. Hell, I didn’t even know. I used to be so sure at one point.

My mother released the breath she was holding now that we were alone. She flashed a sincere look my way, “Quinn. You don’t remember all the talks we had? About you becoming a lawyer because what we had gone through? Or working with children in abusive homes? What happened to all of those dreams?”

I shrugged as she slowly shook her head. I became a bit defensive, “You not supportive of me moving with Chris?”

Her face wrinkled, “Of course that isn’t it. I’ve always loved Chris and I know he’s going to take good care of you like he always has. I just…I just don’t want you lose sight of who you are behind his dream. Going to the NFL is what Chris wants for his life. What about what Quinn wants for hers? It’s going to cause problems down the road..”


“Because baby. You’ll resent him. Have you found yourself yet Quinn? Find out who you are without Chris always being there to catch you? That’s all I’m saying babe. I’m not saying moving with him is a bad thing, because it’s not. But living without him isn’t a bad thing either if it gives you the freedom to explore. I just want you to be sure of yourself, that’s all. I know what it’s like to be frustrated and lost in someone else’s world. It can be dangerous baby.”

I shook my head in disagreement, “Chris is not like Quincy Ma. You know that.”

She nodded, “Yes I know. Chris is a good man. A great man at that. I just want you to be sure of yourself before doing something so life changing. Even if you go out there and get enrolled somewhere, or find a job for you. I just don’t want you going and living off of anybody. I taught you better than that.”

“That was never the plan. I just.. hadn’t figured out what I’m truly passionate about yet.”

She looked sternly at me, “Well that’s definitely something to be figuring out. Before you lose yourself completely.”


Chris was driving us back home after the visit with my mom. We talked about her getting out in two months, and making sure we pick her up and get her settled at my grandparents until she got back on her feet. I had been quiet most of the ride.

I looked over at Chris, watching at the street lights illuminated his features. His expression was calm and well mannered. “Babe, you know yourself without me?”

He chuckled at the sound of my voice before looking over at me quickly and then back at the road, “I’m guessing that’s the private conversation you and your mom had?”

“I’m being serious Chris..” I whined as he calmed his laughter before raising his shoulders, scrunching his face a little and then nodding.

“I mean yeah, I know myself without you Quinn. You’re my best friend but you’re not my life ya know? That’s why I waited so long to really pursue you because I wanted to be sure in myself, and sure in what I could offer you. You’ve always been fragile and I always knew to handle you with care if and when that time came.” He answered smoothly as I took in his words.

He was quiet for a moment before he looked over at me, “Do you know yourself without me?”

I had been asking myself that question repeatedly since my mother first brought it to my realization. I thought about how every time I thought I was ‘changing’ something about myself it always had something to do with him. From being a lesbian, to being promiscuous, and then dating a rebel. Each moment was all to spite Chris. Now that I was no longer fighting him, what was I to expect of myself?

“No. No I don’t.”

first off boo dallas go niners!
2nd i dont like how she is mentally negativity preparing herself for this
i feel like in a way she kinda hoping for the worst
i dunno
run it!

I wonder why Quinn is stressing this soooo much??? They are too cute together
Run It!!!


yeeeaaaaa come to Dallas!! lol I think they will be fine..took him long enough to get Quinn.. dont think he is gonna risk it..but then again..anything can happen..temptation is a MF..RUNIT

They're so cute together. They're like a power couple. Great add

RUN IT!!!!

run it!!

Run It!!

run it

maaaaaan, this is killing me. I don't know if I can deal!! He haven't even signed yet and I'm tripping off all negative possibilities!!!

"Chris is too damn silly!" Andrea squealed as I chuckled watching <a href="">him</a> in the center of the crowd. We were at his celebration the city was throwing for him at a nightclub called Republic. The thirst was real from females and niggas for Chris' attention tonight.

He was just enjoying himself around Wiz and Sean, taking pictures with people that requested them. Amber, Andrea and I all stayed put in VIP with a couple of other people we were associated with on campus. It was a cool night so far.

"He eating that s*** up." I joked, watching my beau have the time of his life. Tonight was about him, and I was happy he was enjoying every moment of it.

Andrea nudged me with her shoulder, "You still having your reservations? You act like the nigga drafted already." She chuckled shaking her head.

"Yeah but we all know he's going to be. There's no doubt about that. You don't see how much his phone blows up with people trying to see what's going to happen in the draft. Hell Chris doesn't know at this point. He's just been making countless visits to different NFL practices."

Amber chimed in. "Where you think he wants to go? You know wherever he goes affects all of us." She reminded, rubbing her tummy.

Amber was two months pregnant.

I shrugged, "He really likes the Dolphins honestly. So far they're offering the most money."

Andrea's eyes widened, "Miami? That's a big change in scenery. My mom is crossing her fingers that he goes to Atlanta where she is."

I shook my head, "He hates the GM. He's definitely not going to ATL."

"Cam wants him to go to the Steelers." Amber smirked, knowing that was his favorite team.

I smiled, "I honestly want him to go to Dallas. They need a new quarterback. Romo ain't cutting it. Plus that's America’s favorite team who desperately needs saving."

The girls nodded in agreement as the boys walked up, wiping their foreheads from dancing in the crowd.

Chris placed his strong hands on my hips and leaned in to kiss on my lips. He had been very affectionate towards me since our little discussion in NYC. I chose to drop the whole matter and let fate handle the rest.

"Hey Beautiful. Where ya man at?" He asked me playfully while biting his lip.

I pointed out to the crowd, "Out there douging and cat daddying his ass off."

He grinned humorously before placing his nose in my neck, "How long you trynna stay here? A nigga tired." He groaned in my ear as I chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. Long as you get up so we can visit my mom in the morning."

He nodded in my shoulder before pecking my neck and leaving to fix himself a drink. My mom was getting out in a few months and I wanted to visit her beforehand. When she gets out, I may no longer be in this city. A big part of that saddened me and Chris wanted to come to provide support and also to get her blessing.

After about an hour more of dancing and drinking in the club we went out the back where there was an escalade waiting to take us back to the crib. Chris was getting hella pull in the city after the Heisman win. They didn't want to risk him drinking and driving so this company offered to escort us for the night.

After arriving back at the house, everyone dispersed to their rooms while Chris and I chose to stay downstairs. Both Amber and Andrea screamed too loudly for our liking. We preferred to chill downstairs until the first crazy round of sexing ended.

I sat up on the kitchen counter as Chris pulled out a tub of waffle cone ice cream and two spoons. He read my mind.

He placed the container next to me, opened the lid and quickly dug his spoon into the frozen treat. I mimicked his latter action.

"You nervous about tomorrow?" He asked me, smacking his lips to melt down the ice cream in his mouth. I hated that he did that.

I nodded. "I am. It's been a minute since I've went to physically see her. Senior year really kicked my ass, and then everything that happened with you over the last few months. I feel like s***. I hope she won't be mad."

He gave me a side smirk, "You know she would never be mad at you Quinn. Stop it."

I sighed, "I know she'll never tell me that she's mad at me. I'm sure she gets disappointed. She's in there because she wanted to protect me. And here I am barely giving her the time she deserves. I've probably seen Quincy more than I've seen her over the past year and that doesn't say much. You know I ain't seen that nigga."

He chuckled before tapping my chin. "Don't stress it babe. Moms is gonna be taken care of when she's released. I'll be sure of that!"

I studied him close, "You sure are trying to take care of everyone. That's not gonna stress you? You see what happened to Terrell Owen." I asked him as he shook his head.

"Wiz gonna be my accountant. He's the only person that I trust who’s smart enough to handle my money." Wiz had already gotten his bachelor’s in accounting and was graduating with Chris and Sean with his masters in Financing. He was smart as hell when it came to numbers. That's how he was able to run a successful dope ring.

"Everyone I'm taking care of is gonna be working for me besides my parents. I'm just gonna make sure they're debt free in every since of the word and put hella money in their accounts. They'll work their jobs because they choose too, not because they have to."

I smirked, "And what about me? What am I working as?" I questioned.

He stood in between my legs, "s*** nothing if it was up to me! You can just stay home, wear my oversized jersey and keep it wet until baby gets home."

I groaned before pushing him back as he laughed. "I'm playing girl! Damn."

"Yo ass wasn't playing!" I pouted as he giggled and placed kisses all over my face.

"For real! I'm playing. You can be my assistant."

I scrunched my nose, "The hell I'm not! I hate planning and scheduling s*** for you cause you be testing me. Trynna come at my neck. Knowing I keep YOUR ass in line. Get it straight."

"Oh! And you ain't getting no young sexy ass assistant either! You get you a basic white b**** in her thirties. I done heard about those assistant hoes."

He furrowed his brows a little, "Why you talking like that Muff?"

I looked at him questionably, "Talking like what?"

He searched for the word, "Insecure. I've never known you to be like that. You know I'm obsessed with your ass. I wouldn't ever make a fool of you by doing some ol' disrespectful s*** like that.."

"It's not insecurity Chris. It's just.. You've never been on the scale of temptation that you're about to enter. You already see the chicks coming out the woodwork ever since you were announced the Heisman winner. You're going to see women way more attractive than me with bodies like goddesses while I'm built like a ten year boy."

He gave me a concerning look before placing both of his hands on the side of my cheeks. That was his way of getting me to listen good to what he was about to say.

"You are a beautiful woman. And you’re MY woman! I've loved you my entire life and no amount of money or attention is EVER going to change that. I'm marrying you Quinn. I would lay down my life for you and give ALL of this s*** up if it meant your happiness. Don't ever forget that. And don't talk like it's possible for me to f*** up cause I'm not. You believe me?" He questioned as I felt the emotion tugging in my chest.

I nodded slowly before pecking his lips. "I'm sorry. I've just been really looking into all of this lately and hearing the horror stories." I lied. It was really that uncertainty I saw in New York. That had me tripping even more than I was. He was scared just as much as I was, just didn't want to show it.

"Well stop babe. We've been good and now that s*** getting real we're gonna be great. We're not going to have to worry about another thing a day in our lives. All the sacrifices we had to endure growing up is gonna be over and done with once I sign to a team."

I grinned, changing my inner mood. "What team you want to pick you up?"

He smirked back at me, "Honestly?" I nodded.

"Dallas." My mouth dropped before I let a laugh of disbelief escape.

"You're just talking s***. You was talking Miami the other day."

He raised his shoulders, "My lady wants me to go to Dallas. So.. Dallas is more than likely what it's gonna be. You always been right before."

“You think we’ll be good in Dallas?”

He nodded quickly, “We’ll be unstoppable. Stop worrying. You take care of me; I’ll take care of us.”

I licked my lips, “What about taking care of you now?” I hinted, as his eyes widened before he quickly dropped his spoon and swooped me up in his arms. I was laughing the whole way up to his room.


Awwwwwwwwwww, I hope they rock it out! RUN IT!!!!!!!!

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Aww they are too beautiful and I'm glad they have each other to level each other out. He knew even through she didn't say anything. He read her like a book . Love it
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