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Feelings

Anonymous Said: Mayans Request- (and I’m just spitballin btw. I’ve actually never sent a fanfic request before lol ummm…) So like maybe Johnny or EZ or Angel and maybe they have known the girl since they were kids and they were always just friends but now he’s recently caught feelings? And maybe he doesn’t like fully understand why or what to do since they’re just friends? Idkkk 😐🤦🏼‍♀️ Too specific huh? 😅 Lol anyways Love your writing!! ❤️

I left it at a cliffhanger, so you can let your imagination run wild with how Evie responded to him. It may even turn into a series of drabbles but until then, maybe give me your opinion on what went down after Coco confessed his feelings.

Feelings Coco sat and watched his best friend carefully. She was sat in the middle of her living room floor, surrounded by canvases and a seemingly endless supply of colorful pastels. He had wandered over to her while he was going through his shit and just sitting and watching her in her own little world made him appreciate her even more. They had grown up together, stayed friends throughout the years, even when he was a marine and more so when he had gotten locked up.

Now, that he sat and really thought about things, he couldn’t help but realized he had feelings for her. Serious feelings. Ones that went above and beyond the definition of platonic. He was genuinely in love with her. It was crazy, he knew he wasn’t her type. She liked to date someone who had their shit together. Her most recent ex was a doctor and the one before that was a business owner. Coco was an outlaw. 

“Ayy,” He looked at the blunt in his hand before he offered it to her, watching as she grabbed his hand and took a hit before giving him a smile. “Evie, you still single?”

Evie shrugged as she wiped her hands on her already stained white shirt. “I mean, I guess so. I was talking to this dude but he hasn’t replied to my text in over two weeks, so I said fuck it and him. I’m just doing my thing. Trying to get these pieces done for an exhibit in a month. You still single?”

“I didn’t like that guy anyway,” he shook his head. “Yeah, I haven’t been in a relationship in a long ass time, since that one chick.”

“That narrows it down so well,” She laughed as she took a sip from her wine glass. “I never keep track of your relationships.” She shook her head before turning her body to him. “You’ve been spending so much time here with me, I’m thinking that you’re running from something or you just really fucking miss me.”

“Both,” He spoke honestly. There was no point to lie to her, she knew him just as well as he knew himself. That’s what made her that much more attractive, she knew him and his mind and she still wanted to stick around and be in his life. “What? I’m not allowed to miss my best friend?”

Evie moved to the sofa and draped her legs over his lap. “I’m here, I’m ready to listen to you if you wanna get shit off of your chest.” She pushed his hair out of his face and smiled. “How are things with your kid?”

Coco shrugged as he lazily dragged his fingers up and down her legs. “It’s coo’ I mean. It’s weird going from her thinking I’m her brother to the truth being out and the open. Still fucking hate my mom for selfishly keeping her in our lives. She could’ve been something more.”

“Your mom has never had the greatest judgment, money rules everything.” She pouted at him. “If we want to change the subject we can.” She rubbed the back of his neck. “We can talk about the fact that I’m not married with kids right now and I swore up and down that I would be by now.”

He laughed as he set his total focus on her. “Can I speak honestly with you right now?” He sighed. “It may change shit between us but I gotta be honest with you. I don’t think I’ve ever kept any shit from you.”

She nodded slowly as she stubbed the blunt out in the ashtray. “Alright, I’m listening, it’s honesty hour.”

“My mom, she didn’t skip town.” He shook his head as he let his gaze fall on her legs, taking in the intricate mandala design that took up most of her lower left leg. “She’s dead. It was fucked up, you know? We got into it and I just snapped-- I killed her.”

“Jesus, Johnny.” She looked at him before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at her. “Are you okay? I figured your mom didn’t just up and skip town and leave behind your kid. That was free money for her.”

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” He sighed. “You don’t think I’m irredeemable?”

Evie smiled. “Nah, you’re not a monster, fucked up? Yeah. Irredeemable? Nah. Everyone can find redemption. I’ve known you basically my entire life and you’ve done worse. A whole lot worse.” She shook her head. “Is that what made you hole up in this place with me? Wanting to get that off of your chest.” She rested her forehead against his. “In all honesty? I’ve been wanting to kill your mom since she snatched me up and busted my nose and lip when we were fifteen.”

“Not just that, something else.” He eyed her carefully. “I don’t know how to handle this shit, we’ve been friends since we were kids--- I got feelings for you and I get it if you don’t feel the same but I can’t fucking keep this shit from you Evie. I just don’t know what to fucking do or how to act around you. It’s all new to me. I ain’t ever have feelings like this before. I just get around you and it feels like more intense than it did before. I don’t expect you to confess to having feelings, you can do a whole lot fucking better than me but I just had to let you know. I am in love with you and I have no clue what to fucking do about it.”

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Dramatic

AN: An anon sent me in this request, angel winning his ex back. I took a slightly fluffy approach to this. I think it’s cute. Plus, there’s a surprise at the end. I had fun writing this and I swore it was published already but to my surprise it was still sitting in my queue. 

You had finally come to terms with it. The break up and the relationship being over. However, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like if Angel had actually tried. If he had put in the same amount of time and energy that he did with his club. That didn’t stop you from showing up to clubhouse parties. 

After all, you had every right to be at the party. You practically grew up in the club. He may be a member but you knew just as much as every man that sat in templo. You grabbed a beer and nodded at the bartender before moving towards the sofa and plopping down. You went above and beyond with your outfit and now your feet were throbbing. 

It was your mission to make Angel miss you because you missed him and all of his shit. You wanted him back and would take him back if he put in the effort. You couldn’t let him know that though, you had to make him work for it, make him think he had no chance. He had you though, you fell in love. 

So when he sauntered up to you, just stopping a few inches from your feet. You couldn’t help the flutter of butterflies or the jump of your heart into your throat. You sipped your beer and pretended that he wasn’t in front of you. Looking better than usual. It almost made you upset. He had no right to look that good with zero effort. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” Angel looked at you carefully before shaking his head. “You can help me figure out why you’re dressed like one of the little bed buddies that run around this fucking place.” He knew he had no right to be jealous but he was drunk and he missed you. He missed seeing you dressed like this for him in private moments. “Come on, I’m taking you home to change.”

You waved him off, he was already drunk. You smirked, seeing the jealousy darkening his eyes. “What? No one can look at me? They can’t admire the work of art I am?” You grew up confident but this was extra confidence. You liked seeing him like this. “I can dress like I want to, I don’t have a boyfriend anymore. I can dress as slutty as I want to.” You stood up and looked up at him slightly, despite the heels, he was still taller. “How about I drive you home, you're drunk. You’ll end up doing something stupid if you stick around.”

He didn’t even try to argue with you. He conceded with a nod as he watched you set your beer down. “Sure, might end up in the cage kicking someone’s teeth in because of the way they’re all staring at you. Baby, you need to cover up. You’re all mine.”

“Was yours,” You rattled back as you walked towards the exit. “You left me, now let’s get you home Angel.”

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“I miss you,” Angel looked at you as he propped himself up against his pillows. “I miss you alot, I thought I would break up with you and feel good about my choice. I didn’t do it to fucking hurt you baby. I thought I would be protecting you. After seeing you get hurt in that brawl, nah, couldn’t do that shit anymore.”

You shook your head slowly, the truth finally falling from his lips. You had spent months agonizing over the break up. Trying to figure out what you did wrong. Turns out, it was nothing, just as you had settled yourself to believe. It was all him and the way he worried himself to death. “I got hurt in that brawl because I was trying to break up the fight you were in, the dude’s girl and her friend jumped my ass. There was nothing more to it Angel. You let your dramatic ass overreact.”

He laughed as he looked at you. You were far from wrong but he hated being called dramatic. “Yeah but I started that shit. You ended up in the hospital getting stitches over my bullshit because I couldn’t walk away when you told me I should.”

You chuckled. “So, you dumped me because of your shit.” You shook your head slowly. “You overreacted, so I turned around and overreacted. Ha. We’re fucking idiots. I was also trying to make you jealous today. I’m glad it worked.”

“I almost fought my brother because he said you looked pretty,” Angel admitted softly before he grabbed you and pulled you against him. “I love you still, do you love me still?”

“Yeah,” You smiled as you relaxed into him. “I don’t think it was smart of you to almost fight your brother. EZ always says I’m pretty. Even when I went crying to him after you dumped me.”

“Shut up, we’re back together.” He whined as he looked at you. “Sorry but I am taking you back. It’s fine, I’m fine. We’re moving past this, it was a hiatus. I got my shit together.”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “For the sake of your life, I really do hope that you have your shit together Angel Reyes. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to get my dad on you.”

He scoffed. “Taza cannot do shit to me.” He shook his head. “I’ll pull his hair.” He kissed your forehead. “Relax, I got you back, I’m keeping you this time.”

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Nate Jacobs Headcanons

Dating Nate Jacobs would include

Him calling you babe, baby or even the occasional little girl

You calling him a giant and constantly asking him if he gets better reception up there

Him being absolutely protective over you in any and every situation

You coming to his defense each time someone tries to say anything negative about him

Him working himself up thinking he’s going to lose you because all eyes are on you wherever the two of you go

You being insecure because at the end of the day you and maddy are polar opposites and if she’s his type then how are you also his type?

Maddy giving you the side eye when you pass in the halls

Him reassuring you that it’s you and not Maddy

Maddy banishing you to the back row in every cheer performance

You and her going toe to toe over Nate once and for all

An ultimatum being dealt out, it’s either you or her

He doesn’t hesitate when he chooses you

He does it with a grand gesture in front of the entire school during lunch

He walks proudly at your side, smiling and laughing as he cracks jokes about you being even shorter than Maddy was

Him letting you meet his family

You gaining approval of his parents

Him finally saying ‘I love you’

You eagerly saying it back and being excited about it

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Spooky’s Boo

This was a request, anything Spooky from on my block. So, I had fun, this was a 15 minute writing sprint so it’s not completely finished. It’s just my thoughts without going back in and cleaning it all up but I think it’s perfect so far. I may go in and edit it and add to it later though. Thanks!

Cesar walked into his brother's house, taking note of how much cleaner it was than usual. Which meant one thing and one thing only: his older brother was courting a new girl. One he hoped was better than the last girl, the one who had set the front lawn on fire out of unhinged jealousy because Spooky had simply looked at another girl.

“Spooky!” He plopped down onto the sofa and rested his feet on the coffee table. “Spooky!”

“He’s in the shower,” a brunette walked into the living room and smiled. “You must be Cesar, I’m Aya.” She held her hand out, only for the younger man to roll his eyes.

“No sense in introductions you won’t last.” Cesar shook his head. “None of his last girlfriends have.”

Aya huffed as she tucked her hair behind her ears and crossed her arms. “Okay, at least your upfront with your feelings.” She turned around and walked into the bedroom and straight into the bathroom. “Cesar is here babe.”

Spooky stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. “He is huh? He gave you a hard time?”

“Said I wouldn’t last so he doesn’t need to know me,” she shrugged as she started to dry him off. “No big deal, he’ll see.”

“Yeah he will,” he smirked at her before he kissed her head. “You ain’t gotta dote on me.”

“I know but I like to,” she smiled. “You’ve been looking out for me for a while, it’s time to show you what it’s like to have a woman hold it down for you.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Cheesy as fuck, go somewhere.” He pulled on his boxers and jeans before looking at her. “Ignore Cesar, I’ll talk to him about respect even if you ain’t my girl he gotta respect you, you’re family.”

Aya nodded. “I want nothing more to be cool with Cesar. I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon babe.”

Spooky pulled on his wife beater and nodded. “I know, shower and get ready. I’m gonna go check on mi hermano.” He moved out of the bathroom and thru his bedroom before into the living room. “Cesar.”

“Spooky,” Cesar sat up and looked at his brother. “I met your friend.”

“Mi hyna,” he shrugged. “Aya told me your reaction to her trying to introduce herself. Do you know who her dad is or her brothers.” He leaned in close to his brother. “Her pops is Hector, one of the OGs, her brothers, Ju and Ja. You respect her whether it’s for me or not.”

“I didn’t know,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’ll apologize to her. Okay?”

“Okay,” Spooky dropped to the sofa and sighed. “I like her, that’s my lady. Don’t disrespect her again. She’s a sweetheart but she’ll be quick to pull a knife out on you if you act too crazy towards her. I’ve seen it.”

Cesar nodded slowly. “I get it, she’s your lady. It’s cool, I will remember it.”

“You better,” Aya smiled before sitting on Spooky’s lap. “So do you have a girl?”

“Nah, I don’t,” Cesar shook his head. “Messed it up with her, so I’m just doing me.”

Spooky chuckled. “He’s sprung on one loud mouthed girl. She’s independent and won’t take any of his shit. Hell end up winning her back, he just gotta think things through.” He pointed to his brother’s head. “We’re getting out of here though Cesar, stick around if you want. We’re going cruising. Aya’s got this sweet ass Chevelle, gotta ride through.”

“You should come with us, maybe you’ll have fun,” Aya stood up. “I’ll introduce you to some people. Best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.”

“Hey,” Spooky rose to his full height. “Last thing he needs is to knock one of the little hoes from the car show up. You can come but keep your dick in your pants, I ain’t being no damn uncle. I’m too young.”

Cesar stood up. “Don’t worry about it. I’m smarter than I get credited for.” He shrugged. “I’m down to go. Sounds like it’ll be fun.”

“Oh it is,” Aya smirked. “Come on boys, let’s go.”

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“He’s drunk,” Spooky looked around Aya and at Cesar who was dancing and grinning from ear to ear. “Never usually dances.”

“He’s having fun,” she turned his head back to face her and kissed him softly. “Just like we’re having fun and we’re going to keep having fun.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Cesar needs this right now. Plus, that girl is as dangerous as a toothless chihuahua.”

“Hey Spooky,” A blonde walked up to the pair. “How’s it going?”

Aya took a deep breath and looked at the blonde. “He’s busy honey. Come back later.” She shook her head slowly. “It’s going well for him.”

Spooky looked at the blonde. “What she said.” He nodded. “It’s going really well for me, can’t say the same for you if you keep sticking around.”

The brunette tossed her hair over her shoulder and clicked her tongue. “The nerve.”

“I’m yours,” he whispered against her head. “I do like the way you get all possessive and jealous though.”

“Jealous of her?” She shook her head. “Never. Possessive? Always.” She slipped her hands under his shirt and smiled. “Need you. You need me?”

Spooky looked around and nodded slowly. “Yeah but I gotta keep eyes on Cesar.”

Aya smiled and turned around, leaning against Spooky. “Family first.”

“You get it,” he kissed her head. “That’s the only blood family I got, I will protect him till the death of me.” He squeezed her hips. “I am all he’s got.”

She nodded slowly turning back around to look up at him. She smiled as she pinched his cheek softly. “You don’t have to explain shit to me, I get it. Family is everything and you don’t get to think twice about saving blood.” She furrowed her brow. “I know it was hard for you when he was exiled but now you have him back, make the most of it. Make him see that he should aim for college or trade school. Don’t let him waste his potential like you wasted yours.”

Spooky nodded, his eyes on his brother who was now dancing with another girl. He smiled then his face tensed up. “I did it for him, just because I’m in the Saints doesn’t mean I’m not using my smarts or my potential. What about that girl, is she harmless?” He turned her around. “Or am I gonna be an uncle?”

Aya laughed and shook her head slowly. “She doesn’t look harmless but she is. She’ll break him in. That’s Issac’s sister.”

“Hey Spooky, hey Spooky’s Boo,” the guy nodded and waved. “Later!”

“Ha, Spooky’s Boo.” Spooky grinned from ear to ear. “I like it, Spooky’s Boo. Nothing else, I don’t want to hear anything else. Spooky’s Boo.”

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Can someone give Miguel Galindo a bad ass, cartel running, independent woman?

Like yeah Emily is cool or whatever...

But just imagine

Him standing side by side with a woman who’s just as powerful as he is, doesn’t need his help nor his advice but goes to him to confide and ask for his opinion and doesn’t solely depend on him or anyone else to handle her shit.

Like I need him to be in a true power couple type of relationship.

Someone give me this or I’ll wander off and write it myself. (Which I don’t need to do bc I got like a million unfinished stories and a billion requests to knock out)

But like come on tho! Miguel and a powerhouse female, running shit together. Making boss moves and shit? Sign me up for that. Give me a woman who will handle her shit? Gotta threaten someone? Boom she pops up and issues a threat? Someone do her family wrong? She’s right there to get that apology. Someone mess with her man? Hold her shit because she’s about to let her crazy show.

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So Cute

AN: I requested this myself, I thought it was cute and I stand by my choice to self inflict these feels. 

Noemi trailed her fingers through Nestor’s hair and smiled. She knew he was relaxed and that he appreciated the break from braiding his own hair. Truth be told, this was her favorite form of intimacy they had. Just the time they spent together, her braiding his hair while he usually filled her in on the week’s events. It was therapeutic and it was needed. “The usual?”

Nestor tilted his head back and smiled. “Yeah, two braids straight back.” He squeezed her thigh. “Let’s change it up. How was your week?”

“Long and boring workwise, fun and entertaining mom wise.” She gestured to Yolihuani who was curled up on the sofa. “She had her first gymnastics lesson and babe, it’s a mess. The poor thing inherited my bad coordination. She could barely walk on the straight line.”

“Yeah? Did she wear the leotard we got her?” He looked at the little girl and smiled. “Yolihuani, come here.”

Yolihuani looked at the man before shaking her head slowly. “I’m too tired. Gymnastics wore me out!”

He chuckled as he continued to watch her for a moment. “Angel turn up to the lesson to watch her with you?”

“Him, EZ and Coco turned up to the gym,” She sighed. “I wouldn’t let Coco come again, that’s for sure. He took it upon himself to join in on the lesson the last five minutes of class, then Angel joined in and EZ just laughe and watched them. Any other time I would have been fine with it but I got a call this morning from the director and she doesn’t want gangbangers in her gym. So next time they have to show up without their kuttes.”

“Fuck her,” He grumbled as he felt Noemi start on the second braid. He had to admit it, she was faster than him at braiding his hair back. “I want you to come to dinner with me. Mikey invited me to a family dinner. I want you to join me.”

Noemi furrowed her brow. “Depends on what night it is, Yolihuani is all mine for the next two weeks. Angel has club business to handle.” 

“It’s on a Saturday, you can bring her.” He stuck his tongue out at the little girl. “Come here Yolihuani, I need hugs, your mom is pulling my hair.”

“She does it to me too.” The little girl climbed off the sofa and moved towards the man before smiling at him. “Your hair is so cute! I want braids like that too mama.”

Noemi looked at her daughter and nodded slowly as she watched Nestor stand up and the four-year-old take his place. “Alright my love.” She trailed the comb through her daughter’s hair and smiled. “The usual for you too, two braids straight back.” She kissed her temple before looking up at Nestor and smiling. “Can I put ribbons in your hair babygirl?”

“Nope.” Yolihuani shook her head. “Two braids like Nestor’s hair. I like it, it’s so cute.”

“It’s like she’s never seen your hair before.” She smirked at the man. “Two cute braids coming right up.”

“My daddy only has a little hair,” The little brunette looked at Nestor again. “He can’t do cute hair like us, only you, me and mama can have cute hair.” 

Nestor nodded slowly as he smiled at Yolihuani. “My hair is a part of me, it looks cool with the suits or with my lazy outfits.” He gestured to his joggers and t-shirt. “The hair goes with anything and just like you said, it’s so cute.”

Yolihuani giggled. “I like your shirt, it has Iron Man on it!” She held her arm out in front of her. “I’m Iron Man!”

“Nerds,” Noemi chuckled as she finished her daughter’s hair. “So cute, let me get a picture of the two of you together.” 

“The three of us, you have the braids too,” Nestor smirked at his girl. “You look just as cute as we do.”

“Don’t make me blush stupid,” She stood up and moved towards him, giving him a quick kiss and smiling. “You and Yolihuani are just too perfect.” She held her phone up and navigated to the camera. “Big smiles Ani, gonna put this picture on the picture wall in your room.”

“Cheese!” Yolihuani held Nestor’s hand. “Say cheese Nestor.” She squeezed his hand softly. “Smile!”

Nestor smiled before he lifted the little girl up and kissed her cheeks. “Who’s my favorite little warrior?”

“Me!” She giggled before kissing him back. “You’re my other favorite daddy.” She smiled at him. “I got two!”

“Uh oh,” Noemi looked at the pair before shaking her head. “Did not see that coming at all…”

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2 Nestors

This was an idea suggested by @vicmackeybullshxt. It’s far from over because it was fun and with Halloween Month starting tomorrow, I need to see where this goes!

It was the annual Halloween party and Nestor Oceteva of course dressed like he did all of the time, save for the fake vampire bites he decided to throw onto his neck this year. He had a routine, he’d show face, have a few drinks and leave with whatever young lady piqued his interest the most. This year saw a break in his routine because this year, he had a woman and he couldn’t wait to see what she dressed up as.

He was hoping for something sexy but not over the top, he wanted to have a good time and the last thing he needed was to fight with some drunk guy who felt as if he had the right to touch his woman. He shook his head, hearing the bedroom door finally open before the beautiful brunette appeared in the door way. “Baby,”

“Babe,” she walked towards him, coming fully into the light, a big smile on her face as she spun around. “Do you like it?”

He nodded slowly as he studied her carefully before laughing. “You’re going as me?” He pulled on her braids and shrugged. “You look better in a suit than I could ever even imagine.”

“Even got the shoulder holsters,” she opened up the suit jacket and smirked. “See, I really do pay attention to you.” She kissed him and smiled. “How’s it like kissing yourself?”

“Just missing guns,” he took his out and placed them in her holsters. “It’s a little weirder, glad you skipped the goatee.”

She shook her head. “I was going to put it on but figured I should wait until we leave for the party.” She closed the jacket. “Vampire Nestor huh?” She poked his neck. “Love it.”

“Let’s see the full Nestor costume then,” he followed her towards the bathroom. “I know my suit don’t hug me like that.”

“Gotta get it tailored,” she glanced back and winked. “Do you want your guns back?”

“Nah,” he shook his head slowly. “It completes your costume, plus you’re the protector tonight. Better handle shit if anything pops off, okay?”

She nodded. “I got you,” she turned around and held her arms out. “You already know, I got you baby, forever and always. I just hope you can deal with all my shenanigans.”

Nestor pulled the brunette to him, settling his hands on her hips before flashing a smile. “If I can deal with this, I can deal with anything else you got for me.”

“Good because I don’t know how to tell you this,” she rested her hands on his. “But I’m pregnant…”

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Queen

As requested by anonymous, Angel helping his girl through her insecurities.

Enjoy!

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Natalia groaned as she turned around in the mirror, hating everything that was being reflected back at her. She honestly could remember the last time she was completely happy with her body. It was right before she had gotten pregnant. Two years ago. Now, it was a constant battle to love her body.

“Damn, look at that ass.” Angel snuck up behind the brunette and kissed her cheek. “You look good babe.”

She sighed as she looked at him in the mirror. “Do I really? I think I need to diet or something.” She turned to the side. “I don’t like my belly.”

He furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong with it? It’s flat, isn’t that what you wanted?” He rubbed her hips lazily. “You’re fucking perfect, no reason for you to beat yourself up over.”

“I don’t know, I just wish it was defined and my hips slimmer.” She huffed. “I really do have childbearing hips now.”

“Yeah because you had our son,” he kissed her head. “There is absolutely nothing more beautiful than a woman who had a kid. Baby, you brought a human into the world. This body has been through hell and back. I cannot get enough of this body. You should own it, be proud and if you really hate it, we’re on the border, we can go to Mexico and get plastic surgery but it could get botched… or we can work our together and you can build the body you want. Remember? We used to always work out together.”

“I know but look at me, I don’t want plastic surgery, I’ve seen all those shows about bad plastic surgery. You know my Tia Rocia got lipo in Mexico and nearly died from a flesh eating bacteria!” She shook her head. “I just want my clothes to look good on me, like everything.”

“They look good on you, off you, on the floor,” he kissed her again. “Listen we’ll start hitting the gym again. It’ll be super fun babe. I promise.”

She nodded slowly as she looked at him and smiled. “You’re way too good to me.”

“And you’re way too good for me but we moved past that.” He smirked. “Your body to me is a work of art, I wish you could see the beauty that I can see.”

Natalia covered her face and shook her head. “God, Angel. I hate how cheesy you are but I love it at the same time.” She dropped her hands before hugging him tightly . “I’d be a nutcase without you.”

“Okay, that’s a lie because you’re a nutcase.” He rubbed her back softly. “Like how you got all jealous the other night at the party and smacked the shit out of that girl.”

“She kept touching you,” she shrugged. “You’re all mine. Sorry, I don’t share. Can’t share with anyone but family.”

Angel smirked. “I was kinda proud, I was like yeah that’s my girl, laying the law down.”

She smiled. “I can imagine how proud you were.” She sighed. “I still need to get dressed and ready for the day. Our boy needs to show face at my dad’s.”

“There it is,” he looked at her. “Your insecurities always increase when you have to go to your dad’s house. His wife giving you shit again?”

“Last week she said I could do without wearing leggings because they’re not doing me any good whatsoever.” She shrugged. “The week before that she asked me if I was pregnant again. I was bloated and on my period.”

He groaned as he passed her some jeans and a shirt. “Look baby, you gott ignore that dumb ass bitch. She ain’t no one babe. She wish she looked half as good as you. She’s got a frozen fucking face, too much Botox.” He smiled at her. “You always get super insecure and unsure of yourself when other days you’re super confident and killing the game.”

Natalia slipped into the jeans before pulling the shirt on. “I know, I know but it’s been this since they got married when I was like twelve.” She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. “At least I don’t have muffin top in these jeans.”

Angel pulled the brunette to him and rested his hands on her waist. “Listen, Listen, Listen. Bring back the confident boss ass bitch, the one who runs a freaking business while her kid chills on her hip. That one, keep that attitude and you’ll learn to love the skin you’re in. Babe, there ain’t shit wrong with you, you want to improve the booty or tighten up even more? Then we’re hitting the gym, starting tomorrow fucking morning. I’m not gonna let you talk bad on yourself. You’re my fucking Queen, see yourself that way too. Repeat after me, I’m a Queen and I’m gonna fucking own my insecurities and not let them own me.”

“I’m a Queen and I’m gonna fucking own my insecurities and not let one me.” She smiled at him. “I have not a damn clue what I would do without you.” She chuckled. “Sexy as fuck motivational speaker.”

“Read that self help book you leave in the bathroom for your baths.” He laughed as he kissed her forehead. “I love you, six am tomorrow, we’re starting booty camp.” He squeezed her ass roughly. “Can’t wait to see how more juicy this ass can get.”