12 Hurt

Aminah.....,

It's around 10am in the morning and I got Wardell wrapped around my chest fast asleep. I still couldn't get what he said after we had sex out of my mind. Isn't it too early to say I love you? I couldn't even get myself to say it back. Jumping into love always will be a scary thing to me because of the trauma I carried from my last relationship. Wardell is the sweetest man and the only man that put 50% in the relationship along with me. I wasn't ready to ruin it by saying, 'I love you,' too early and not knowing if I meant it. Or... did he only say it because the sex last night was just immaculate to the both of us?

He shifted in his sleep cuddling closer to my neck and he breathed a deep breath. I felt his breathing get lighter which told me he was about to wake up. FInally, Wardell left a small kiss on my neck and loosened his grip.

".....Morning," He groaned and rolled over on his back. I stared at him awkwardly and as soon as he looked at me I looked the other way.

"Good Morning Wardell..." I smirked and turned to the side

"I'm going to the shower, you coming?" He stood up butt ass naked and looked right at me.

I shook my head 'no,' avoiding his eye contact and spotting every scratch, hickey, and bite I left on his body that I could find. He stared at me weirdly for a second then brushed it off and headed to the shower.

About a half hour later, Wardell returned to the bed in a towel. "I got a game later against the Cavs... you coming right?"

I smiled at him and nodded. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." He smiled back at me and grabbed my hand.

I pulled my hand away and kissed his cheek. "I'm gonna go start breakfast for the girls." He smacked my ass as I walked downstairs to the kitchen.

I could feel Wardell's glare on me the whole time. When I got down the stairs, Ayesha was knocked out on the couch snoring hard core with mascara and tear stains running all down her face. I did not feel bad at all, and I'm pretty sure Wardell forgot she was even here after last night.

I got out some oats and started making oatmeal porridge for everyone along with some eggs and bacon. Wardell made his way downstairs shirtless and in basketball shorts. He turned on the tv and tapped Ayesha's shoulder until she woke up.

"You gotta go before the girls wake up." He crossed his arms staring at her in such disgust. I loved it when he got defensive over our girls.

Ayesha rubbed her eyes and held her temples as she rose up slowly. I felt a tad bit bad knowing her head was most likely throbbing at every noise or light she saw. I made a quick to go bowl of porridge and threw some crackers in it along with water and an advil. She'll need it.

Wardell pulled me into his chest and kissed me lovingly for a long while as Ayesha watched. When he pulled away from my lips she ran off to the bathroom. I smirked at Wardell. "Trying to make her jealous huh?"

He nodded and laughed. "Just a little but really, I'm trying to show off my baby girl." He smiled and kissed my forehead

In a matter of twenty minutes Ayesha returned to the living room and snatched up the to go breakfast I made for her. Wardell called a cab as soon as he saw her attempt to eat here. He must of really wanted her out because damn. Ayesha sadly hurried out the door to wait for the cab.

Almost as soon as she left, Riley came running down the stairs. "Hii Mommy." She cheesed hard throwing her little arms around my waist and holding me tight.

"Good Morning Peanut." I hugged her tight and planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at me again not wanting to let go.

"Did you brush your teeth?" I raised an eyebrow at her and she giggled

"I brushed them up and down." She smiled showing me all her teeth.

"Good girl..., now go tell Daddy Good Morning and show him some sugar." I smirked and patted her butt as she ran along to Wardell.

I finished breakfast and made my way upstairs to check on my little Sweet Pea Ryan. When I walked over to her little bed I noticed how she still slept peacefully. Her tiny snores were like music to my ears. I can not wait to have my own little rugrats roaming around.

Wardell snuck up behind me and held my waist. "You know the offer still stands..." He pecked my cheek, then behind my ear, and down my neck. I moaned a little and his hand found my panty line.

"What offer are you speaking on?" I bit my lip feeling horny all over again.

"I'm talking about a baby. The offer is always going to be there Aminah." I sighed.

"So you would want another baby, another load of responsibility on your hands?" He turned me around with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't think children are just responsibilities Aminah. They are apart of us, it's like half of me and half of you in one person. How could you not want a blessing like that, you know?" He chuckled nervously

I looked down annoyed a bit and grabbed his hands and put them into mine. "I would love children but I always wanted to be married and in a stable relationship before."

He took his hand that was in mine and intertwined it with his and pulled me closer. "I just want you to know the offer is there. Marriage or not." He kissed out binded hands and then planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I know." I gave him a small smile, still thinking about his words from last night.

I didn't exactly know how to process that random "I love you," that he sputtered out last night. Wardell was the best thing that ever happened to me since Rupert but I just wasn't ready to go through all that I had been through all over again.

I watched him walk out the room rubbing his face very anxiously at what I said. I knew that because of Ayesha, marriage did not sit well with him. Just as much as Love did not sit well with me. I haven't had the best experiences and neither had he. Somehow, I hope we can make this work because I am already all in too deep.

6 hours later....,

I took a quick shower and made my way to our bedroom. Wardell was dropping the girls of at Sydel's house while I was getting ready for his game at 8. I groaned staring at my different outfits laid across the bed. Of course, I didn't know what to wear. I stared hard at the black close fitting dress that stopped above my knees. Then I looked over to my ripped jeans and number 30 t-shirt. I wanted to look good so I lathered myself in cocoa butter and coconut oil all over.

It took me about another hour to put my clothes on and slip my dress on. I packed one of my tote bags with water and my regular neccesities. Wardell sent me a text letting me know he was outside waiting. I slipped on a black sandals and rushed outside where he waited on me in his range rover.

"You ready?" He glimpsed at me for a second with an uneasy look on his face. I guess he must have been catching on to the way I was acting lately.

"Yeah, I'm good to go. You ready for tonight?"

He nodded and started the car. "Alrighty then." I watched him drive off with his grip tight on the wheel .

It took us about a half hour to get to the stadium. Fans attempted to follow the car to the back where the players parked their cars. Wardell pulled into his parking space and turned the car off. He had this weird feel to him, as if he was perplexed about something. To my surprise, he took a moment to admire me.

"You know, if you don't love me it's fine. Just don't make it so obvious that you don't next time." He spoke with a calm hard voice and quickly stepped out of the car.

I absolutely did not expect that from him. I quickly got out the car and slammed the door behind me. I speed walked behind Wardell and his long strides toward the building. His face and body language turned so rigid. He was unusually stiff.

"Wardell...," I lightly grabbed his arm and the moment he looked at me his features softened and his body relaxed at my touch. The fact that I caused that made me draw my hand away fast and look away. He hissed his teeth, regaining the hard composure he had.

I couldn't bring myself to speak to him at the moment. My mind can't process the love he felt for me because I didn't know if I loved him back. Wardell quietly strutted to the locker room while I scurried to my front row seat. The game was about to begin and I took my seat. The Warriors and Cavaliers were on the court running around and I could see the frustration on Wardell's face as he dribbled the ball and landed another three pointer.

In the middle of the game Wardell caught his third foul and threw the ball at Kyrie pissed off. He let the obscenities fly and I felt terrible that I was the reason for his aggravation. Igoudala and Klay escorted him to the benches and attempted to help Coach Kerr calm him down. He glanced at me for a couple seconds and his demeanor changed. He was a little more calm and listening to Kerr talk.

After a couple of more shots and random outbursts, the game finished. The Cavs won and from where I was sitting I could see a brawl stirring up. Wardell was riling up the opposite team and I was getting nervous. Coach Kerr caught Wardell in the nick of time and spoke some words that sent him straight to the locker room.

I stood up and rushed over toward the exit trying to get to him before he had another random outburst. Someone softly tapped my shoulder in the middle of my journey to the locker room. When I turned around, it was Tristan Thompson of the Cavaliers. My mouth sat slighty ajar as I tilted my head up to see his face.

"...Hey, sorry I was trying to get your attention for a while now but you seemed caught up in your thoughts."

"My bad, I was a little distracted. Aren't you Tristan Thompson?" I smirked a little. He was my Cavalier Crush. My cooch took no time in getting wet already. I couldn't even help myself.

Tristan smiled with his pearly whites. He was slightly sweaty from the game and potential brawl Wardell almost made happen. I smiled back and looked away feeling a bit guilty. I almost forgot how upset Wardell currently was and how much he needed me even though he was very fucking salty right now.

"I uh, have to, go deal with something right now." I smiled apologetically and turned, strutting toward the locker room.

Tristan softly grabbed my hand. " ...Wait," I cleared my throat and turned my head shyly.

"Yea.." I looked down at my sandals.

"Let me get your number. Just as friends, you know." He smiled at me handing over his phone.

The first thing on my mind was to get him to leave me alone so I could finally go check on Wardell. "uh,... yeah sure." I took his phone and saved my number under MiMi. "....Anyways I'll see you later.

Tristan smirked and nodded before letting me walk away. It took me a while to find Wardell. I searched all over the GSW base and finally even the parking lot. Finally, I found him in a little private area back in the locker room. A couple of his teammates were sitting with him still attempting to calm him down which wasn't working.

Klay saw me walking toward their small group and got it to disperse in seconds. Wardell was sitting on a metal chair just staring at the wall irritated. He looked up at me for a second then looked away. "What you want Aminah?" He grilled me for a moment.

I sighed and grabbed his arm attempting to pull him up a bit. He was slouched down like a damn sloth. "Come to the parking lot, I want to talk to you in private." Wardell rolled his eyes a bit aggravated and I just stared at him as he walked out in front of me.

We reached the parking lot and stood in a secluded area in front of each other. I grabbed one of his huge manly hands and held it in both of my small ones. His rigid body structure became a bit soft to my touch. "Talk to me, what's going on? Why were you out there acting like that?" I pressed.

"Just irritated Aminah." He looked away from my deep stare and cleared his throat. It was clear that he didn't want to speak on what was bothering him and I wasn't going to force it out of him.

"Come here." I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close into my arms as if he were a sad child that needed his mother. I felt his body droop and he hugged me tightly almost like he didn't want to let go.

After a long while of standing there and just holding and comforting him he spoke. "I just want to go home right now. That's all." He whispered in my neck.