Trust me, osamason x baby mama!reader
contains: arguments, light smut, fingering (fem receives)
You sat on the couch watching as your baby boy Elijah played with his toy cars, making zooming and crashing noises as he waved them through the air. You were about to start dinner, that was until Amari walked in with a bag of food for the three of you.
Elijiah runs over to him immediately, Amari picking him up and lightly throwing him in the air. "You didn't tell me you were coming." You say, walking Eli to the kitchen to get him washed up. "Do I gotta tell you when I'm coming to my baby mama's house?" He snaps back as he sets the food out.
The three of you sit down at the table, you could already sense Amari wasn't here just to see his son. "Why'd you come Mari?" You ask, you weren't disappointed with his presence, you just knew he came for some bullshit, based on the food and showing up unannounced.
"Mothers day is this weekend." he says.
"Yeah?" You question, eyebrows furrowed.
"Rolling loud wants me there to perform on that Sunday." He answers, his words oddly cautious, preparing for whatever outrage is about to happen.
"Okay? Have fun." You say, shrugging off the topic. "Nah, ma stop playing. I want you there." He stated.
You couldn't even fully imagine brining your 2-year-old son to a festival, a loud one, fully of people feining to get closer to the performers, let alone spend your mothers day there.
"Nuh-uh. Not happening." You answer, beginning to pick up the mess from dinner, Amari gets up, helping you clean. "Come on, I want my son to see me do my thing." He please.
"Come on baby, go play." You say, leading Elijah back into the living space. You lean against the counter, an unamused look on your face. "Mari, It's not happening. Bring him to a small venue tour and perhaps a day that isn't mothers day."
He now has that look on his face, the one he does when he really wants something but he knows it's far out of reach, "I'll get us a good airbnb, we don't have to do anything, all I have to do is perform the rest of the time is about us and our family." He says, coming closer to you.
"You say it's about our family, yet this whole situation takes place in Florida because of you. And I don't know what your fucking talking about family, you only come around when it's convenient or you have no choice." You bark, the frustration fully showing itself.
"This nice ass place you got, came from me. You always say that stupid shit, you forget I'm his father." He snaps back. "I forget because you don't fucking act like it!" You say, raising your voice. "Maybe if you could straighten yourself out, act like you give a fuck or maybe even treat me like I'm the mother of your kid we'd come to your shows, but you don't and that's on you."
Tears begin feeling like they're piling up inside your eyes, it wasn't out of sadness it was frustration. He always decided to come back when he felt it was best, most of the time he was posted up with some stripper bitches on Instagram. Leaving you embarrassed to even have a kid with him.
You begin to walk away, picking up Elijiah to get him changed into his pj's, "Come on baby, you know I love you. You're my wife and you know that." He says, turning you around and wiping your tears. "Amari, if you really meant that shit you wouldn't be posted up with bitches that are half dressed." You answer, practically choking on your own words.
"You know that's just for the persona and shit, I'll show you this weekend, I promise. You just gotta give me a chance."
You let out a deep exhale, trying to avoid eye contact with him, "This is the last time." you give in. He presses a kiss onto the corner of your lip. "I need to get him in bed, you don't have to wait around." You say, wiping your own tears.
"I'll draw you a bath ma" He replies, walking up the stairs behind you.
You get Elijah down in bed, you enter your room to see the bath filled with bubbles and candles lit. You try and stay stubborn by avoiding him but he grabs your arms, forcing you to look at him. "I'm sorry ma, I ain't mean to make you cry." he coos, you roll your eyes in response, "Come on, you can't pass up a bubble bath." He teases, causing a smile to tug at your lips.
"It's late, Amari." You groan, "Exactly, Lija is asleep and you can relax." He says, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You give up once again, lifting your shirt over your shoulders as Amari does the same. The two of you slip into the warm water, his arm around your waist as your head leans back against his chest.
"You know, no matter how many other girls be throwing themselves at me I always come back to you." He says, his breath hot against your ear. He adjusts your hair to your other side, tilting your head to open up your neck to him. "I'm gonna put a ring on this finger one day" He says in between kisses.
"Oh I'm sure." You reply, keeping up the annoyed act, his hand travels down your stomach to your heat, he rubs lightly against your clit, you try to hold back the sudden gasp. "You're the mother of my child. You're special baby, ain't nobody else doin' it like you." He praises against your ear.
"Mari" You say lightly as you squirm against him. "You talking all that for what? There's no need to be actin' up." His words sharp, his motion against your clit unavoidable. You turn your neck facing him, catching his lips in a deep kiss. It almost feels reviving. The feeling of him flush against your body as he kisses you brings back a feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
The kiss continues as he inserts one finger into your hole, you moan against his lips, he curves his finger inside of you once before adding another. He begins pushing his fingers in and out of you, making sure he hits the spot he knows you love. He knew you better than anyone else, despite his behavior, he was the only man that knew the exact spot you liked best and how to hit it.
The pace quickens, you break the kiss, leaning your head back over his shoulder, breathless moans escape your mouth as he adds stimulation to your clit. "I ain't ever made another woman feel like this." He coos, "You got me trapped ma, I can never stay away."
His words are like poison, you can never leave, you always believe him and it always ends terrible.
"Fuck Mari I'm gonna cum." you whimper, trying to keep quiet for your sleeping baby right next door, "Good baby, cum for me." He replies, quickening his circles around your clit.
The euphoria hits you like a drug, you breath escapes as your body tenses, all the pressure from the argument earlier releases onto his fingers. He holds you as you come back from the high, your breath returning.
He drained the bath, wrapping you in a warm towel before the two of you headed to bed.
That weekend, mother's day.
Amari had booked the three of you the sweetest airbnb, he did as he said, he spent the weekend fully focused on your family. He took you guys out for dinner, made breakfast. He played with his son, taking him out to the pool, the beach and playing inside the house too.
He also took care of you. He got you the sweetest mother's day gift, he got you a coach bag you had been wanting, a gift card to your favorite coffee shop and some self-care products. He also included a card, not some bullshit from the store, a handwritten note that took up two full pages.
The weekend flew by, before you knew it Sunday had rolled around and now it was time for his Rolling loud set. You got yourself ready, you wore black leather shorts and one of his concert tees. Elijiah wore black jeans and a custom concert shirt Amari got just for him.
You stood backstage, watching as he did his thing. Elijiah watched his dad, holding his hands out trying to reach him.
In the middle of his set he had the music stop, "I wanna say happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there, and a super special Mother's Day to the mother of my boy Elijiah." The crowd roars at the mention of you and Elijah, Amari signals you to walk out. You set Elijiah down as he runs to his dad, you follow shortly behind him.
Amari picks up Elijiah then wraps his arm around you, "Nobody does it like my girl, I know y'all know this next song, I wrote this shit for her." He says as the beat begins playing. He begins rapping the lyrics, Elijiah holding your hand as he jumps around, copying Amari's every move.
The set ended shortly after, the three of you heading home and crashing on the couch. "I told you I'd make it better." he says, rubbing your arm lightly. 'Yeah," you chuckle, "Those girls you post are gonna be real mad."
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