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The choice really depends on if your boyfriend will spend the night with you or just go back to the comfort of his own home after spending the day with his son and the mother of his child. The last text he sent you was in the morning, consoling you before you had to head out on your supposed day off. You assumed the silence since then was due to the activities he had planned with his son taking up all of his attention. You were glad Jermajesty still made it a mission to be involved in his son's life. From doctor appointments to daycare pickups he made it his goal to not only be a good father, but also a very needed helping hand to his son's mom. If you thought about his devotion for too long you'd get excited imaging the future with him and having children of your own. For now you just make it your task to be a loving girlfriend no matter where Jermajesty is, and try your best to be understanding when he isn't able to see you or talk to you as much as you'd like.

It isn't until later that night around 9:40 PM when your phone lights up indicating you've received a message. You pick up your phone from the kitchen countertop assuming it's your friend responding to the picture you sent of your very impressive dinner of a slightly burnt grilled cheese sandwich with a pre-roll you planned on smoking soon lying beside the paper plate. You were pleasantly surprised to see Jermajesty's contact on your screen followed by two text messages.

maj: You still up?

maj: Are you down to have me over for the night?

You grin at the text, the disappointment of not getting to see Jermajesty today slowly dissipating. You wonder if it's just due to the honeymoon phase or if getting to see him will always give you a sense of relief as the relationship goes on. You open the chat eager to respond to his question.

you: Yeah js chillin

you: I'd love to see u tonight

You don't even get to leave the chat before he starts typing to respond. He hearts your messages before replying with a "bet," and an eta of 15 minutes. You quickly wash your dishes and change into something that isn't a pair of loose fitted shorts and the t-shirt you got from a college event two years ago. Jermajesty complimented you like his life depended on it, but you still want to keep up a certain put together image during the early stages of your relationship. As your fixing up your hair a bit in the bathroom you hear a light knock at your door. You try to play it cool taking your time making your way to the door, opening it up before even looking through the peephole and that action alone proves your eagerness to see your man.

Jermajesty stands there smiling at you taking in the view in front of him. "You look pretty," he says without even thinking. "I look like I've been lying around for the past five hours," you quickly rebuttal. "So? You look well rested and pretty." If you listen closely to when he makes statements like this you can hear a bit of shyness, somewhat of a contrast to the messages he sent you over Instagram before ever meeting claiming you as a "Work of art," and "Undeniably fine as hell."

"I however look like I've been chasing around a three year old all day," he starts again while walking behind you into your apartment closing the door behind him. You chuckle a bit before heading to the kitchen while he slips off his shoes and makes his way to your couch. "Sounds like the toddler phase is treating you well," you say teasingly while rummaging through the fridge looking for something to offer. "It's going as expected as I could imagine," he says watching as you look through your fridge paying close attention to your side profile and the way your lips purse as you look. He's used to admiring the beauty of women on social media. Looking through countless gym posts and vacation pics, but there's something about admiring said beauty in person especially if it's with a girl he's only been with for two months but has zero intentions of ever letting go.

"Do you want a drink? I've still got some of the stuff left from our last hangout," you finally ask. Jermajesty thinks for a second before replying, "Jus' water I'm not really in the mood for a buzz right now." You look back at him in faux disappointment, "Boring, you don't want to get drunk and nasty with me?" "The last time we tried that I reached the drunk and nasty level while you got a bit too drunk and fell asleep on the rug." You fully laughed at that remembering how you woke up the next day in your bed not sore and naked as expected, but with the same outfit on and a pounding headache. You fill up a glass of water grabbing the joint off the countertop before heading towards the couch plopping yourself next to Jermajesty.

You reach for the tv remote and lighter on the coffee table handing the remote to him trusting he'll find something interesting. "What were you doing before I got here ma?" "Fuck nothin', was about to light up then go to bed." "Damn without me?" He asks jokingly hurt. "I thought you didn't want to feel a buzz tonight." "I don't want an alcohol buzz," he corrects, "But I could use a natural muscle relaxer right now." With that you waste no time lighting the joint letting him take the first hit with the excuse of guests get first serve. He lets the smoke sit in his lungs for a bit and then breathes out getting ready to reach for his glass of water before a coughing fit ensued. You watch as the residual smoke spills out of his full lips and swirls into the air.

He passes the joint to you and you eagerly pull in the smoke taking a bigger hit than your body was expecting. The burn in your chest is intense for a second but fades and you start to feel a little more light already. You pass the joint back to him and the back and forth tradeoff ensues. Noticing that the remote is still in his hands Jermajesty turns the tv to the Hulu app scrolling through the animated genre before picking a show that catches his eyes, partially due to nostalgia but mostly because his loose muscles are tired of gripping the remote.

"So what'd you guys do today?" You ask him after realizing you haven't heard each others voice in a minute. "Huh?" He asks confused for a split second before his mind catches up with what you're asking about. "Oh, well we took the lil man to the aquarium. Lately he's been really into almost anything that resides in the water," He says fondly. You remember him showing a picture of the boy when he mentioned having a son. Curly locks, a big smile, and a shirt with a picture of a cartoon shark. "That's so sweet that you plan around his interests." "Yeah well the day would've been sweeter if he didn't run everywhere and try to climb into the stingray pond." You laugh at that making Jermajesty roll his eyes. "Well he's cute so that makes up for it." You say in the toddler's defense. "I mean I guess," Jermajesty starts, "He makes me feel older than I actually am sometimes."

"D'you think I'll be able to meet him soon?" You ask already kind of knowing what the answer will be. He mentioned before that he can't bring his son around someone if his mom doesn't even know you exist. "His mom said she has to meet you first," you pause at that, the almost burned out joint near your lips. You abandon the show giving him your full attention now. He's already looking at you and you almost forget your question when you see him. His naturally hooded eyes are even lower now and he's looking at you like he's already trying to figure out a way to get himself out of trouble. When you first met him in person your attraction towards him was somewhat overwhelming. Bronze skin and kind eyes. His voice softer than what you were expecting, a pleasant surprise. That voice became addicting ever since making it hard to go a day without hearing it. "You told her about us?" you finally ask.

He takes your legs that are crossed on the couch and lays them over his lap, rubbing his large hand up and down one of your calves. He looks like he's trying to choose his next words carefully. "Towards the end of the night she mentioned how our son is always asking why daddy isn't here when he wakes up." You sit up straighter soaking in his words while trying to ignore the enhanced feeling of his touch possibly due to the weed, or maybe because he already has that effect on you. "She mentioned how she thinks us getting back together would be the best thing for him." He looks away from you after that, not knowing what response to expect. You've really fallen for Jermajesty, and fast at that. He treats you like royalty, gives you is undivided attention whenever he can. You don't want to let him go this quickly but you do understand the circumstance he's in. "I know how much your relationship with your son means to you, and I understand if you want to do what's best for him," you say sincerely.

"Well I do," he starts, "that's why I told her about you. I told her that I've moved on and am currently involved with a very wonderful girl." He smiles at that and you smile back. "We're not together anymore for a reason and if that means having to split my time and attention in two then that's that." You grab the hand that's on your leg, the soft touch feeling fuzzy. "Maj, baby you're an amazing father and you've been a lovely boyfriend so far," you attempt to subdue his worries. "I'm sorry if I don't give you the attention you deserve sometimes." You're taken aback by his need for apologizing. "Jermajesty you came to chill with me after having a very eventful day. Instead of heading home you still thought about me. You're doing everything right and more."