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You would think that after a couple drunkly got tattoos dedicated to one another, they'd regret it.

But Mariah and Fezco didn't regret a single thing when they woke up the morning after Halloween. No feelings of regret whatsoever.

If anything, Mariah felt so happy, she felt so loved. She always thought getting a tattoo for your girlfriend/boyfriend was the cutest thing ever, and she wanted to cry staring at her kiss print tattooed on her man's chest now.

She couldn't wait for it to heal so she could leave kisses over the tattoo, over his heart.

The red kiss went so well with the freckles scattered along his chest, which Mariah had the perfect view of from where her head rested on Fezco's shoulder.

He was still sound asleep, light snores escaping his lips, and his chest falling and rising softly as he breathed. One arm hung off the bed while the other was tightly secured around Mariah, his hand resting on her stomach.

The position was super hard to sneak out from, but Mariah somehow luckily managed to escape, needing to use the bathroom.

Being the light sleeper he is, Fezco's eyes slowly fluttered open feeling Mariah break out from his grasp and then carefully move over him since she slept by the wall.

Fezco kept his brows furrowed and his eyes low as he watched Mariah slip her feet into the M&M slippers she bought for Fezco before she opened the door and stepped out, leaving him smiling when his eyes swept over the fresh F inked inside the heart tattoo he was already obsessed with enough, since Mariah had on just some panties and one of his long sleeved shirts.

It was a new pair too, since Fezco had kept hers when he slid them off of her last night. She didn't mind :) .

She didn't take long in the bathroom, returning after a few minutes and carefully getting back into bed, not knowing that Fezco had woken up until he wrapped his arms around her the second she was besides him again, sighing happily as he moved to slightly lay on her.

"Good mornin beautiful," He mumbled, his lips moving against the skin of her neck.

Mariah instinctively pressed her thighs together at his raspy morning voice, smiling to herself before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Good morning. Sorry if I woke you up."

"S'aight, lil mama," He disregarded, resting his head in the crook of her neck. "Is okay if I stay like this?"

"Of course my love," She blushed when he tightened his arms around her, wrapping her own arms around her shoulders and placing a hand on his head, her fingers softly scratching his scalp.

He let out a low groan of satisfaction; he loved when she did that.

"Ima miss you," He mumbled, reminding her that she was going home today.

Mariah frowned at the reminder, not wanting to go home. She felt more at home here with Fezco than at Isabella and Mouse's place.

"Same," She sighed, already missing him although he was right here in her arms.

She'd been staying with him since last weekend, and if Reyna's birthday party wasn't this upcoming weekend, she'd stay until next Monday. She told Isabella she'd help her decorate at Chuck E. Cheese, which Mariah didn't quite understand at first because she thought Chuck E. Cheese decorated for you, but turns out that Reyna wanted a princess birthday party. At Chuck E. Cheese.

She said something about wanting to look like a pretty princess so that the fucking rat would like her–Mariah didn't know, but it seemed like Reyna really liked the fucking rat for some reason.

Anyways, Mariah also knew she couldn't stay away from home too long because Isabella had been looking for whatever reason to kick her out as soon as she turned 18. If she spent too many nights at Fezco's, Isabella would kick her out and tell her to move in with her boyfriend since she spent so much time at his place already anyway.

"You want breakfast?" Mariah asked Fezco after a few minutes of silence, wondering if he was still even awake since he hadn't opened his eyes not once.

"Mhm–nah, let me make it though," He told her. "Take a break on yo last day here."

"Okay," Mariah agreed with a slight laugh, moving her fingers down his neck and onto his back, tracing over the faint marks she'd made whenever she dug her nails into his back.

"I needa go piss," Fezco mumbled, loosening his tight grasp from around her and pushing himself off her.

Mariah smiled, "Can I hold it for you?"

"Hold what?" Fezco furrowed his eyebrows, then laughed when he realized it. "My dick?"

Mariah nodded, making him laugh again as he held his hand out for her to help her out of bed.

"Is that a yes?" She giggled as he pulled her into the bathroom with him.

"Nah, you trippen," He laughed, shoving her into the bathroom before following inside and closing the door. "Brush yo teeth so you can gimme a kiss or else ima kiss you right now."

Mariah rolled her eyes, grabbing her pink toothbrush to brush her teeth so he could kiss her. He knew she hated kissing with morning breath, although Fezco didn't mind it and kissed her anyways sometimes to annoy her.

She side eyed him as he slid down his M&M's pajamas and his boxers just a little, side eyeing her as she did and eventually making side eyed contact.

"Stop looking at me," Mariah laughed at being caught before she began to brush her teeth.

"Me? I'm tryna take a leak and you over here staring at us," Fezco accused her with a laugh.

"Us?" Mariah raised an eyebrow. "You and your dick are two?"

"Yeah, shit, he got a mind of his own. He see you and he start gettin excited, even though I told him not to cause I get excited enough for the both of us."

Mariah tried not to laugh, continuing to scrub around her teeth with her toothbrush. This man was something else, but she wouldn't rather him be any different.

Fezco washed his hands once he was done, grabbing his own toothbrush from the cup and joining his girl in brushing her teeth.

Fezco stared at himself in the mirror, moreso at the tattoo on his chest. Mariah watched as he did, looking for any looks of regret, but smiled when he made with eye contact with her through the mirror and just smiled.

"Any regrets?" She wondered out loud, rinsing her mouth out with water.

"Hell nah," Fezco answered with his mouth full of toothpaste, brows furrowing as he shook his head. "You got any?"

"Hell nah," She repeated his answer with a laugh, turning around slightly and lifting her shirt a little so they could both look at the tattoo on her butt in the mirror. "Looks really nice for a drunk tattoo artist."

Fezco clicked his tongue, "I wasn't even drunk."

"You sure?" She laughed. "I remember having to take your drink away cause you were going too fast."

"That's goin too fast, not drunk," Fezco reasoned. "And even if I was drunk, skill don't just disappear."

"Truee. If anything, it's enhanced. You fuck better when you're high."

"Word?" Fezco asked.

"Or maybe you just always fuck good and it's me that's high and that's why it feels so nice, I don't really know," Mariah shrugged. "You were serious when you said we're forever, right? Because I want you to fuck me for the rest of my life."

Fezco laughed, lightly shoving her aside as he spit the toothpaste out his mouth. "Yeah ma, I was serious. Hunnid percent."

"Good," Mariah smiled, hugging his side as he rinsed his mouth out. "Having sex when you're 90 will probably give you a heart attack but I don't mind if fucking you is the last thing I do."

"Shut the fuck up bruh," Fezco laughed, smiling down at his girl before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. He wouldn't be mad if fucking her was the last thing he did either.

He pulled her out of the bathroom with him once breaking their kiss, leading her to the kitchen so he could make her breakfast.

"How you like yo eggs," Fezco cracked an egg into the pan, glancing up at his girlfriend where she sat on the counter besides him.

"Scrambled with a lil bit of cheese."

"You such a copy cat, on god," He scoffed, because that was how he liked his, and she knew that because she always made them for him.

"You put me on," She laughed, watching him grab the shredded cheese from the fridge and walk back over to her. "Guys cooking is literally the hottest thing in the world by the way."

"You say that every time I do anything," Fezco pointed out with a laugh.

Mariah smiled, "Okay, I know but like, seriously."

"You just bein extra nice so that ion burn yo eggs," Fezco accused with a cute lil smile and a shake of his head.

"Nooo, oh my god, take the compliment and shut up," She rolled her eyes.

"Aight, aight," He laughed, cracking a few more eggs into the pan. "You want some eggo waffles?"

"Yeah, I'll get them–"

"Nah, you keep yo pretty ass sat right there, I got it," Fezco patted his hand on her thigh before stepping away, opening the freezer to grab the box of waffles. "You like pancakes or waffles better?"

"Waffles, pancakes are too flat."

"What?" He gave her a weird look and laughed. "They still good though."

"Yeah but waffles are better," Mariah said. "And don't call me Donkey."

"Alright Donkey," Fezco smirked, laughing when she lightly kicked his side. "Donkeys be kicking and shit too."

"Whatever, jokes on you cause you fucked a donkey."

"What?" Ashtray stood at the door that separated his room from the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and staring at Fezco and Mariah with a confused look on his face at what he just heard.

The couple looked at Ashtray before exchanging looks between each other and laughing, making Ashtray even more confused.

"Man, y'all need to shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep. When it's not the headboard making all that noise, it's–"

"Aight bruh, our bad," Fezco interrupted with an apology. "Take yo ass back to sleep."

Ashtray shot a glare at the both of them before stepping back into his room, slamming his door shut.

"He's so moody," Mariah whispered, making Fezco laugh.

"He jus goin through that lil asshole phase in his life."

"I don't think it's a phase, he's playing that part a little too well," Mariah told him.

"Word," Fezco agreed. "No waffles for him."

Mariah laughed, falling silent a while after as she watched in awe as Fezco cooked her breakfast.

"We needa hit the toy store or somethin before I drop you off," Fezco told his girlfriend, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "Gotta get yo lovebug a birthday present. What she like?"

"Other than the rat from Chuck E. Cheese?"

Fezco laughed, nodding his head.

"I mean, she likes Barbies, I play with her sometimes. And one time she took the Barbie I always play with and dressed her in a bikini and had her dancing on a pencil," Mariah told him. "The pencil was supposed to be a stripper pole."

Fezco's jaw dropped, glancing up at Mariah from where he had been focused on the pan and letting out a laugh.

"Das wild," He said in between laughs, shaking his head.

"I know, I was so hurt. Anyways, we can go half on a Barbie dream house, they're like $200," Mariah suggested.

"Aight," Fezco nodded. "I got it though, ma."

"No we needa go half, this is my lovebug," She said.

"And you my lovebug, so let me pay full."

Mariah giggled, gently grabbing Fezco's face in her hands. "As fucking cute as you are, no. We're going half."

"Aight, how bout I get the dream house and you get her some mo Barbie bikinis so her stripper Barbie got more outfits to choose from," Fezco suggested, laughing when Mariah pinched the skin of his neck. "Fine, we'll go half."

"Thank you," Mariah smiled and let him go. "You wanna match that day? I'm wearing pink."

"Yeah I think I got a pink polo," Fezco nodded in agreement.

"Ouu yes, you look so good in polos," She told him.

"You too," Fezco smirked, tugging on the collar of his polo shirt that she was wearing before he glanced down at her bare thighs, both realizing that Mariah didn't have any shorts or pants on.

Fezco and Mariah looked up at each other at the same time, laughing before Mariah scooted off the counter with the help of Fezco.

"Ima go put some pants on," She giggled, turning around to walk back to Fezco's room and feeling a sting on her right cheek after Fezco gave it a smack.

She gave him a flirty look over her shoulder, lifting the shirt she had on as she walked to tease him.

"Stop playin or you ain't even gon have panties on either," Fezco called out, laughing when she flipped him off in response.

After stealing some sweatpants from Fezco's drawer and slipping them on, Mariah walked back out to the kitchen with him, where he was plating the eggs and waffles.

He reached into the fridge for the syrup and for a bottle of strawberry milk from the pack that he bought because he knows his girl likes it.

"You'd be a great husband," Mariah said as Fezco placed their plates on the table, walking over and standing on her toes to give him a kiss before sitting down.

Fezco laughed beneath the pink rising to his cheeks as he joined her in the chair right beside her.

"You think so?" He asked shyly.

"Yeah. The guys I know have never even touched a stove, let alone cooked for their girl. Our kids are gonna be so lucky," Mariah teased, reminding of the shit he was saying when he came inside her last night.

One day ima fuck you jus right and nine months after we gon have a mini you and me

He needs to stop playing cause I really coulda let him get me pregnant last night, whew

Fezco raised his eyebrows at her before smirking as he bit into one of his waffles he had just drowned in syrup, letting out a little smug laugh.

"So das a yes on the mini us?"

Mariah shrugged with a playful grin, "Maybe."

"Maybe," Fezco repeated, scoff laughing as he did.

"You want kids?" Mariah asked, nudging his side with her elbow.

"Only if they half yours."

Mariah smiled, glancing up at Fezco to find him already staring at her. "You're so cute."

"Do you want kids?" Fezco returned the previous question, reaching for her strawberry milk to take a sip.

"Only if they're half yours," She giggled, making Fezco laugh as he snuck his arm around her and pulled her and her chair closer to him.

"You're so cute," He mocked her voice before leaning in and giving her a kiss, only to be pushed away shortly after when Mariah laughed.

"But like, for real, I do want kids. I've always wanted a big family since it was just me and my mom most of my life," Mariah explained as she continued eating. "But like, I don't want kids yet, I'm not ready for that, money wise and just in general."

"Word, I feel you on that," Fezco nodded in agreement with everything she said.

"And I'm also not ready to have to share you with anyone else."

Fezco laughed at that, "Shit, I ain't ready to share you wit anyone else either. Or these," He mumbled, putting a hand over her breasts.

Mariah blushed, putting a hand over his and smiling.

"And I wanna wait til I quit dealing to start a family and shit," Fezco added, letting her know that his job wouldn't be a forever thing, although she didn't mind.

Mariah would never judge him or see him as less for his job, just like how he never judged her or saw her as less for hers. Like Fezco, Mariah loved all of him.

After eating breakfast and getting ready together, Fezco dropped a bitter Ashtray off at school before he and Mariah went to Target to look for Reyna's birthday gift. Someone probably pissed in Ashtray's cereal, because he was grumpy all morning.

So grumpy that Fezco and Mariah were actually mindful of their time in the shower together, Fezco putting a hand over Mariah's mouth so she wouldn't be so loud as he fucked her against the shower tile wall, which she only loved more.

She told him that he had her rolling her eyes to the back of her head as if he were conducting an exorcism.

"You ever had a Barbie dream house?" Fezco asked his girlfriend as they made their way to the checkout with the Barbie dream house box in their shopping cart, along with a gift bag.

"No, I played with Bratz dolls, not Barbies," Mariah told him and laughed. "I used to make them kiss each other, I shoulda known I was fruity."

Fezco laughed, shaking his head. "You ever been with a girl?"

"Like, have I ever dated a girl or fucked a girl?" Mariah rephrased his question.

"Both?"

"Both."

"Word?" Fezco asked. "What's that like? Like, doing it with a girl."

"It's alright. You and your dick are better," Mariah shrugged, making him laugh. "So don't worry, they don't got shit on you."

Fezco smiled, shaking his head at his girl. "Nah, you got me blushin and shit."

He glanced down at Mariah, who was now looking in awe at all the baby clothes they walk passed. Baby clothes were so small and cute, she loved looking through all the lil onesies and outfits.

She picked up a newborn sized teddy bear onesie, heart warming at how small it was, already imagining a lil baby that looked half like her and half like Fezco wearing it.

"Awee look at how tiny this is babe," Mariah excitedly showed him the onesie. "Look, it has ears."

Fezco laughed at the way his girl was in awe with the fluffy onesie that had ears attached to the hood, tugging gently on one of the ears.

"Get it," Fezco said, continuing on with pushing the cart towards the checkout lines. "Fo our future baby."

Mariah's heart warmed at his words, watching him slowly walking away with the cart so he wouldn't leave her behind.

"Our baby would look cute in this, wouldn't it," Mariah quizzed, picking up her pace to catch up with Fezco, placing the onesie in their shopping cart. "I'm getting it."

She looped her arm with his as they walked, smiling and staring at her man while she thought of their future baby.

While she thought of their future, together.

She wanted nothing more than to have a future with him, to spend the rest of her life with him. They would live together and Mariah would finally feel at home somewhere since her mom died.

She was dreading not going home with him after going to Target, telling him she was hungry so that they'd stop and get food somewhere and add onto their time together.

She dramatically sighed in disappointment when he pulled up in front of the house, sipping her lemonade from In N Out.

"Don't miss me too much," They both said to each other at the same time before laughing.

"I will," Mariah sighed, leaning in to give him a hug, trying not to take too long and drag it on because she knew he had business to take care of once he dropped her off, but he would never rush her and risk not getting his goodbye kiss.

She pressed a few kisses to his lips, giggling when he placed a hand on her back and pushed her against him.

"Text me when you get done with work," She told him in between kisses. "And also when you're home safe. Pleaseee be safe, I love you."

Fezco smiled against the short kisses she gave him, not giving him the chance to say anything until she fully pulled away.

"I love you too, an I will," Fezco said, smiling even more when she left a few kisses all over his face. "You done?" He joked.

Mariah scoffed, "Yes, I am. Don't expect anymore kisses from me."

"Nah, c'mon I was joking," Fezco laughed, grabbing her hand to pull her back to him. "I love you, ma."

"I love you too," Mariah gave him one last kiss despite her previous words before she grabbed her bags and got out of his car.

Fezco waited until Mariah was inside to drive off as always, where Reyna excitedly ran to Mariah and gave her a hug.

"I know you didn't miss me this much, you must want something," Mariah laughed, patting her head as she walked further into the house.

"I do miss you," Reyna said, still hugging her aunt. "My daddy miss you too, he's been waiting for you to come home."

Mariah felt uneasy at that, glancing down at Reyna. "Why?"

Reyna just shrugged as she followed Mariah into her room, watching as she carelessly dropped her bags on her bed.

"Where's Fez?" Reyna asked.

"He's going to work," Mariah answered.

"Is he gonna come to my party?"

"Do you want him to?" Mariah asked, smiling when Reyna nodded her head. "Yeah, he's gonna be there. You excited?"

"Yes, my mom got me a princess dress to wear, and it's purple," Reyna said before going on a ramble about how excited she is for her party and telling Mariah all about who she invited.

"Your mom invited who?" Mariah furrowed her eyebrows at Reyna as she unpacked her bags, hearing a name that shouldn't be all up in the mix of people invited to Reyna's birthday party.

"Justin," Reyna repeated, making Mariah laugh. Justin was one of Isabella's side pieces.

"So your dad's really not going to your party?" Mariah asked.

"Nope. It's okay though because he's taking me to Disneyland next week!" Reyna exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh really?" Mariah asked her as Mouse passed by her room.

He peeked through the door once hearing Mariah's voice, which was cracked only 1/4 open. He looked at Reyna sprawled on Mariah's bed, telling her about Disneyland, before he looked at Mariah, who was sliding her jeans down her legs.

Even Fezco, who was Mariah's boyfriend, had enough decency and had enough respect for his girlfriend to look away when she was changing, although she assured him it was okay if he watched because he was allowed to look at what's his.

Mouse and Fezco were two very different people.

Yet Mouse still didn't look away. He watched as Mariah folded her jeans and then went on to grab some sweatpants that belonged to Fezco from her bag to put them on. Mouse stared.

At the letter F freshly inked inside the heart on her ass that he already knew was there.

mouse and cal jacobs would be besties, both creeps and will both get fucked up by ashtray ;)