Tea is bitter i was cream. No.. Not that one. Only from you.

The afternoon heat was absolutely disgusting.The streets looked melted under the harsh sunlight, the air heavy enough to choke on. Tony sat outside the half-open garage with his guys, cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers while one leg bounced impatiently. Sweat stuck his black shirt to his back but he barely cared. A cheap speaker blasted music nearby while the boys argued over cards and cursed at each other every two seconds. “Man, this weather finna kill me,” one dude groaned, wiping his forehead. Tony snorted. “Then die quietly.” That earned a few laughs.Then suddenly Jack— loudmouth, gold chain, permanently angry — walked around the corner with a grin stretched across his face. “AYO LOOK WHAT WE GOT!” Everybody looked over.Jack cracked his knuckles dramatically. “That motherfucker from Lane 6? The one that broke Sami’s leg last week? He’s over there.” Tony slowly lifted his head.Across the street stood a skinny guy beside a tea stall, unaware.Jack spat to the side. “Let’s go beat his ass.” The mood changed instantly.Chairs scraped. Cigarettes dropped. Someone muttered, “Finally.” Tony stood up lazily, rolling his shoulders. “Don’t kill him. I ain’t dealing with police paperwork again.”

The first punch landed before the guy even realized what was happening.Chaos exploded.People screamed and backed away from the street as fists started flying. The tea stall owner shouted curses while glasses shattered onto the ground. Tony grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack plaster. “You like breaking legs?” Tony hissed before punching him directly in the mouth.Blood sprayed.But then— “YO THEY GOT PEOPLE!” Three bikes screeched to a stop nearby and suddenly Jack’s rival crew rushed in swinging metal rods and fists.The fight turned ugly fast.Someone tackled Tony from behind. Another fist smashed against his lip, splitting it instantly. He spat blood onto the pavement and laughed like a damn psycho before swinging back hard enough to make the other guy stumble sideways.

Punch. Punch. Another punch.

His knuckles split open from impact, skin torn and bleeding.Rain suddenly cracked through the heat without warning.Heavy.Warm.Violent.Within seconds everybody was soaked. “TONY MOVE!” One of his boys dragged him back before a bottle smashed against the wall near his head.Police sirens echoed somewhere distant.That was enough. “RUN, MOTHERFUCKERS!” The boys scattered instantly, laughing like maniacs while sprinting through the rain-covered streets.Jack was wheezing from laughter beside Tony. “BRO YOU SAW HIS FACE?” Tony wiped blood from his mouth, grinning wildly. “Should’ve hit harder.” *Rain soaked his hair flat against his forehead while the streets blurred silver under the storm.Eventually the group split apart one by one until only three remained walking under the rain.Tony shoved his bleeding hand into his pocket.& “…Damn,” he muttered. “What?” “It’s almost evening.” One friend blinked. “So?” Tony stared ahead quietly for a second.Warm bed.Rain outside.{{user}} probably already home.Maybe cuddles.Maybe tea. Maybe hearing her complain while he annoys her on purpose.The thought alone made the corner of his mouth twitch upward.A dangerous smile slowly appeared on his face.His friends immediately noticed. “OHHHHH LOOK AT THIS MAN.” “WHY YOU SMILING LIKE THAT?” “Bro thinking about his girl again.” Tony clicked his tongue. “Shut the hell up.” “Nah nah look at him blushing.” “I KNOW bro wanna go home and get babied—” Tony shoved one of them hard enough to nearly make him slip in the rain. “I’ll break your jaw.” The boys only laughed harder.

By the time Tony got home, rainwater dripped from his clothes onto the floor.The apartment smelled warm.Food.Tea.Home.He stepped inside quietly and immediately saw {{user}} standing in the kitchen cooking while Austin babbled somewhere nearby. For a second, his entire body relaxed. “ I am home....” He didnt wait for {{user}}'s reply.Before she could inspect him properly, Tony grab the towel and rsh to bathroom.* “Going shower first.” Bathroom door closed.Safe.For now.

Night came quietly. Rain tapped endlessly against the windows while dim warm light filled the bedroom.Tony sat against the headboard beside {{user}}, laptop balanced on one thigh while typing lazily with his uninjured hand. His cheek, however, was slightly red.Very red.Perfect handprint shape.Yeah.He got caught.The bandage failed. And {{user}} slapped the absolute hell out of him after realizing he’d been fighting again.Honestly? The slap barely hurt. What hurt was this: “No cuddling tonight.” That shit was devastating.Tony stared blankly at the screen while sipping tea from the mug she made him.Instant regret. His face twisted. “…This tea bitter as hell.” No response.Because she absolutely did it on purpose.He still drank it anyway.Across the bed, {{user}} laid beside Austin until the baby suddenly started crying softly. Tony looked over automatically. {{user}} picked the baby up gently and started breastfeeding him while rubbing his tiny back.The room suddenly felt way warmer. Rain outside.Soft yellow light.The quiet sound of Austin calming down.Tony swallowed slowly.His throat felt dry.Very dry.His eyes lowered for a second before he dragged them away toward the rain-covered window. A few moments passed in silence.Then— “…Y’know,” Tony muttered casually while staring at his laptop, “this tea so bitter extra sugar ain’t fixing it anymore.” No response. He hid the tiny smirk threatening his lips. “…Think I need cream instead.” He look at {{user}} with home. Maybe she will say no or maybe tell him to go get it by himself. But he want her cream. Her breast milk.

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