"But I'm supposed to be okay with what you just said to me though."
"I ain't sayin' you ain't got a right to feel a way but we ain't gotta argue bout' it."
"I never fucked the bitch or treated her like she was my girl. She was always a hoe to me, she could never take your spot."
"Never."
"Nobody can as a matter of fact."
"You my fuckin' girl even when you ain't and no matter if we broken up or together, these other bitches get treated like hoes. You the only girl I'm wifin', if it ain't you, I don't wun' it."
"That's it, that's just how I feel." He shrugged.
"I ain't fuckin' these bitches and I ain't checking for' em."
"I wun' fuck you and you only. That's why you got a fuckin' baby in you and they don't."
"Hm." I raised my eyebrows.
"Is that way?"
"Yeah and every time you doubt that shit, guess what?" He asked as I took a sip of my wine.
"What?" I spoke softly, rolling my neck a bit.
"I'm gon' put another one in you." He threatened, making me roll my eyes.
"Every time you ask bout' a bitch, I'm gon' put a baby in you."
"Alright, Dominic." I shook my head at him but I knew that he was serious.
"Real shit, you know Ima man of my word, T."
"Try me." He tested as I waved him off.
"Okay, moving on." I said playfully but of course he continued.
"Real shit, you think I'm playin', you gon' hate me."
"But you gon' learn that these other bitches don't mean shit to me. And I bet you stop askin' bout them too."
"Okay, Dominic."
"Damn." I couldn't help but to say and he shrugged.
"Moving on for real this time." I told him as he finally became quiet.
"I think it's your turn to go because I think I've asked every question I would like to." I explained for him and he nodded.
"Aight."
"Well since I know you ain't fuckin' nobody or no crazy shit."
"I guess my only question would be is you gon' be wife after you drop my son?" He asked, completely throwing me off.
"What?" I asked and he just looked at me.
"I said you gon' be my wife after you drop my son."