#notcrious

hazel slowly walked into the boxing gym, glancing around at the other members of the gym. this was her first time stepping foot in this gym and on different terms, this would be her last time. either way, she couldn't help but take notice of how most of the guys and gals are bulked up. god, what if jasper has to fight someone twice their size? she quickly shook those thoughts from her head, continuing to walk through the gym. at least it seem like there were good trainers helping the other member's. she grasp onto the handle on her shoulder bag, as her eyes lit up at seeing jasper. of course, he was practicing on a boxing bag. “hey.” she muttered softly as she walks up to him. “no this is not a dream, i’m really here right now.” she laughed softly, titling her head to the side. “you look good...without multiple bruises and wounds covering your whole body.” she shrugs her shoulders, not holding in her feelings about his career choice. “anyways, i was coming from my ballet practice and realized it was lunch time. so, i brought you something while i was out.” she lifts up the bag of food with a small smile. “it has everything that a guy who is working out continuously needs. and of course, some protein powder to if you need it.”

rubbing over his eye with the heel of his hand, he tried to wake himself up with the gesture, standing over the changing table that his son was currently stretched out on. he’d had a long night, having entertained some associates at the club, before deciding to check on the inventory of weapons at the warehouse he oversaw. coming in after the sun had risen, he didn’t get to have his eyes closed too long when he heard aj crying over the baby monitor incessantly. instead of trying to figure out where hazel was, he decided to try and change the child’s diaper on his own and confronting the young woman later. it didn’t take long before he had accomplished the task, ending up in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. aaron hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he felt a light tapping on his shoulder, opening his eyes to the loc’d woman. “aye, what was you doin’ earlier? i had to come handle aj,” he muttered through a yawn. stretching out some before standing, he tried to keep a relaxed demeanor while staring at the woman.

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besides the fact that she had to rearrange the priorities that she so strategically had placed, there was a priority that was threatened, her brother. he wasn’t able to sustain the incoming orders and his mental health began to spiral, something him and braylen tried to keep afloat. “i’m grateful for the blessing that is this influx, this shit just hitting differently — ” no need to dwell on the anxiety that pulsed so gently in the back of head, so she directed her attention to the woman before her, serving a half smile,”  — but like i said, you being here is really gon’ help my lil bro out, so i appreciate it.” 

“Hol’ on, hol’ on...” He’d pressed, quickly taking hold of her waist and instinctively pulling them away from the scene and to his office on the upper floor. “What’s the matter wit’ you? You ain’ wanna be here or some shit?” • @notcrious​