Page 97 of Fumble Into the End Zone
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Marcus I’m still your mom
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We can’t fix things if you won’t talk to me
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I want to meet my grandbaby.
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Your brother and sisters want to meet you.
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I’m not going to give up.
As I scrolled through the message, my heart broke for them both. She was desperate to connect with him, and he never responded to one message.
“Marcus, I’m sorry,” I stammered.
Questions swarmed my mind as guilt covered me.
“When do I stop paying for what Nathan did to you? I’ve tried showing you I’m not him. Guess what? We are both going to therapy or I’m beating his ass because he keeps interfering in our relationship.”
It took me several seconds to process his statement of therapy and ass whooping in one sentence. I closed the space between us to straddle his lap. Marcus rested his back against the headboard and caressed my thighs.
“You’re right, and it’s not fair. Let’s do couple’s therapy. Please don’t put your career in jeopardy by beating Nathan’s ass,” I said, and he scoffed.
“Mia, do I need to work harder or something to separate myself from him?” he asked, and my heart broke.
“No, baby. You have gone above and beyond. Mia needs to stop holding on to her past. And give you the last 1 percent she held onto for protection. I’m in love with you and I love Harley,” I said.
I moved in and kissed his face, hoping to relax his mood. “Why won’t you take ownership of Harley? She wants to call you mom, and you refuse to say our daughter,” he hit back at me.
“I would be honored for her to call me mom. But we need a deeper commitment before we move into the mommy stage,” I said.
Marcus licked his lips. “I want you to take us and the family that we’re creating seriously, Mia. After the engagement, I want you involved in getting our house ready and I want Harley to call you mom. You are not going anywhere, Mia,” he said afterward, pressing his lips together.
The term possessive plagued my thoughts. Dr. Choice warned me about it. Marcus had no intention of letting me go. In an odd way, it reassured me.
“After the engagement, but don’t rush the engagement because you want me all in, Marcus. You will get a yes, but with conditions,” I warned with folded arms.
He caressed my upper forearms and finally gave me a smile. I bent forward and covered his mouth. The passion of our kiss hardened my nipples, the warmth of his saliva rolling around my mouth. His dick hardened and I pulled away; he followed me, refusing to release the kiss.
“Marcus, baby, wait,” I said between giggles.
“Let me eat your pussy with those strawberries,” he requested.
“We’re not done talking,” I said and nudged him backward.
“Take advantage of me. We can talk later. I will give you my Social Security number if you want it,” he said, and I cackled.
Lifting myself, I eased down his erected dick and his eyelids fluttered. Marcus smiled when my hands shielded the front of his neck.
Marcus
