All it takes is one! One thing from him to make me feel something, it's in the way he moves, in the way he walks, and in the way he talks. Just one smile leaves me tingling inside, it brightens up my darkest days. Just one touch leave me weightless, he could place one finger on me and I'll knock over into a trans that has me free falling in to his hold. Just one kiss leaves me warm, the touch of his lips upon mine makes me hate myself for almost turning all this away. We would've never known what it would had been like to experience all these emotions, I don't like to sound so damn typical but Chris is the world to me. I can't see myself with anybody more right for me! Sometimes I wonder if he talks about me like I do him. I'll never hide anything from him, always stay true to him, and be there to care for him.

It's only takes two. Two just to last into a relationship, but it takes a real relationship to make it through the bullshit. In the beginning I put up with some much shit from him, I adjusted because that's what you do when you love someone. We both made some sacrifices, him more than I. Whatever came our way we got through together, they'll always be jumpoffs on the side. That is something I'll have to deal with, Chris knows better than to fuck around on me though. If this real as he makes out to be, than I know he'll never do anything hurt this relationship. Chris will always be right about one thing, if none of this works I'll have the pleasure of saying everything I experienced was with my bestfriend. Everything I have, I shared with someone special to me and that I cared about. It takes two to make a baby, but it takes a real couple to raise that child right. Mijo is nothing short of a blessing, he may not have been planned but I will never call our son a mistake that's a ugly word!

Three. Nothing will ever take our away the family we've built, nobody can tell me nothing. Mijo, Chris, and I are all we need. For real though if you would've asked me a while back if I could picture myself in this situation, I would told you your ass is crazy! I couldn't be happier with what I've got. Chris isn't perfect and I know sure as hell I ain't either, but he's worth it. All the aggravation, all the headaches, all the fights, all the love, and all the kisses are worth every time spent together. Fuck anybody who try to stop that.

"Babe what you doing in here?"

"I was just drawing ," Chris said sitting at his table in the bedroom sketching something.

"Let me see what you got," I said picking the book flipping through the book. "Excuse me what the hell is this?" I smiled exposing a drawing of some chick with curly hair that resembled me, she had a small body a big ass head and mouth.

He laughed, "Chill, you already it's you anyway by looking at it."

I playfully pushed his head, "Since when did my mouth get 2x times too big for my head?"

"It's a cartoon version, it's suppose to be that way. Besides it matches the big ass mouth you got right now."

I laughed. "Shut up! I think you can do a better one, a real one at that."

"Only, if you get nude." Chris grinned.

"Aight, it's art right?" I smiled,

"You seriously want to do this?" He smiled brightly.

"Yeah, just as long as it's for your eyes to see only."

Chris don't play when it comes to his art, even though he suggested I get naked for the painting he had me cover up in this red silk curtain. Wrapping it around my body to cover up my cherry blossom tattoo and through my legs to cover the kitty cat. He had me pose a certain way as I laid on the bed.

"I hope you don't have to go pee, because your ass ain't moving till I finish." He remarked, sitting at the easel in front of the bed beginning to draw.

"Nah, you better hope I don't have to pee later."

"I'm not going to lie, this might take mad long to do. So if you start to get tired let me know."

"I'll tough it out, I don't want you to rush. I want it to be perfect." I smiled.

"It's painted by me, of course it's going to be perfect."

"There's that damn ego showing off again," I laughed but he smiled focusing on the painting. "I miss my baby boy, I wonder what he's doing."

"Stop worrying about him, last thing that little nigga needs is to become a momma's boy."

"Last thing you should be calling him, is a little nigga. That's my baby."

"He's a Brown, he's good where he's at."

"Everything about him is you. He has his daddy's fresh ass mouth, he has your manipulation, and he has your smile." I giggled to myself.

"How does he have my manipulation?"

"Every time his ass does something bad he puts the works on me to avoid an ass whooping. I sorry mommy I won't do it again!" I mocked his voice then laughed. "That's my little boo boo right there with his bad self."

Chris laughed. "He has your attitude, you think he's a good boy but you'd be surprise. Dude think he be running shit, ahh man he's crazy."

I smiled. "He looks up to you though, almost like you're his superhero. His eyes widen when he hears the front door open, at night your the last person he has to see before he closes his eyes. He's a complete replica of you, it's crazy."

"My son, Christopher Maurice Brown."

"Mijo!"

"Still think we should've named him Jr."

"He's practically already one, durrr what you think Mijo means?" I smiled

He chuckled "I ain't stupid, but it's not the same as Jr. . I ain't trippin though, I'll get another out you." He grinned.

"You must be trippin cause I ain't having no more kids, until somebody put a ring on it."

He laughed. "We'll see about that, but you never told me what your tattoo from yesterday meant."

I smiled looking down at the blanket to avoid eye contact. "Are you done with the outline yet?"

"Nah don't even do that, just tell me!" He continued to draw.

I sighed with smile. "The Keyhole represents that you've open me up to so many things, you've given me a lot as well that I'm thankful for. I feel lucky that we even made it this far together, you're the only key for me. This isn't it for us, there's always more to unlock and only you can do that for me."

He had a smile that could've last forever. "Awe babe."

Temperature in my body rose, I could feel my cheeks stiffen up as I kept a smile on my face "Stop, don't get all soft on me."

Chris continued to smile, "That was cute though. I loved it."

"I hate you," I said trying to break my smile.

"Don't be afraid to be real with me like that at anytime. I love it when you talk like that anyway," Chris smiled.

Now this painting really has to be perfect, it's going to be my gift to her. That tattoo really caught me off guard, it's solely just for me and it's practically almost the same as tattooing my name on her body l. God forbid if that day comes where we decide to break up she'll always have this symbol of me on the back of her neck that she's stuck with for life. If people ask she can always make up a different meaning but she'll always know the real meaning behind it. That's some real commitment for your ass, besides this painting I need to do something better.

"Listen babe, like I told you before. I think that we should fly out somewhere. I was thinking like Italy or Germany, but it's up to you if you want to bring Mijo. We can make this a family thing or something shared for just you and I."

She thought about it. "We can do whatever you want to do, but we bring Mijo."

"Can you see if you can take time off of work maybe next week? Better yet quit, you would be better off!"

"And how is that? I love what I do, that's like me telling you to stop singing."

"I'm not trying to say that I want you to quit for me, I'm saying just quit and be home with me. I don't think you should have to work, I want to take care of you."

She laughed. "I think I can handle that on my own, I see what you saying but that doesn't mean I'm going to do it. The day you stop singing is the day I'll quick my job."

"Think about it, I just want to take of my family baby. I don't want you have to have work another day in your life, you shouldn't have to when you have me that's all saying."

She smiled. "I'll think about it, but until then like I said the day you stop singing is the day I'll quit my job. Now are you almost done yet, my arm been hurting for the longest?"

"Yeah you could've been moved."

"Stupid, why didn't you tell me before! Been laying there for damn near 3 hours, let me see it!"

I grinned. "I liked the damn conversation we were having, but nah you can't see it yet."

"Why not?" She questioned covering herself with the red silk curtain.

"Cause, I said so."

She smiled trying to make a grab at it, "Just let me see what you've done so far."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Cause I said so and I'm about to go out and you coming with me so I can make sure your ass don't try and cop a look."

"Where you going?"

"Thinking about doing a little shopping, I'm going to the mall."

"Can we go out matching like those corny ass couples?" She asked with a rosy smile.

I laughed. "Yeah I guess so, you be jacking my shit anyway."

She laughed, "I do not! If anything, as soon as you see me with a new pair of Jordans your ass shot to the store to get the same pair I got! You jacking my shit."

I smiled. "Yeah whatever, just get dress."

Being cool for once I let her drive the Lambo out to the mall, that's my second baby right there I don't play when it comes to my cars. On the way there she blasted 2 Chainz while riding with a lean, probably sitting over there thinking she was the shit too! I shook my head and laughed along as she tried throwing out a couple of bars. When we got to the mall I carried her in on my back but as soon as people started noticing who I was I had to put her down. Since people were crowding around us. Holding her hand throughout the mall I took her to any and every store she wanted to go to. Before it was hard for us to do things like this. She never really liked people all in her face asking her weird personal shit, but now she's used to it and just laugh at the ignorance and don't mind when the kind hearted ones step to her asking for a picture and questions about herself.

"Chris do you see how many damn people are standing outside of Footlocker right now? This is crazy, I don't know why they like you! Ain't like you special or anything," she joked.

"That's why the girl today told you, your ass look like a yellow cock monkey."

She laughed. "She was asking for it I was about to beat her face in, what the heck is that anyway?"

I laughed. "Apparently you, come on let's piss them off real quick." I said pulling her away from the new Nike Air Mary Griffey's and kissed her right in front of the crowd.

Everyone screamed loud as hell, either with anger or happiness usually I don't do shit like that but it was just funny as hell to see their reactions to it. When it was time to leave we had to sneak out the back and walk all away around the mall just to get to the car in front, it was no way in hell I was letting her drive out of that crowd.