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“Bring me something in an eleven that don’t look like I got a doctor’s appointment.”

“See if yall got some shoes for my daughter,” I threw in before she walked in the back. Key started pacing around. This was how he tried to process information.

“All them years you was running through bitches and not giving a fuck about them, this the one that got you out yo body. A bitch that kidnapped you.” I shot him a look, causing him to throw his hands up on his chest. “Excuse me. Your baby mama.”

“You a dick. Go find you something to buy. Damn!” I swear my nigga was a fool.

“I’m trying, but I’m distracted by this foolishness.”

“You know what I just figured out about your ass? You talk too fucking much.” I looked at some more items, and I was shocked they had all this stuff in here for dogs. That told me I wasn’t the only parent out here doing the most. Key shook his head and walked off. Out of nowhere, he doubled back.

“The fucked up part is that girl probably over there thinking it’s all her idea too. Shameful!”

“Go find you something to do. Straight up.”

“How this look?”

“Buy it.” This fuck ass nigga smacked his lips.

“You ain’t even look.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you wear, Key.”

“That’s the problem. You used to care about a nigga.” I shook my head and laughed at this mufucka being extra.

“I still care about you.” I played into his bullshit.

“Not like you care about that fonky ass dog.”

“Lovii don’t talk as much as you.” His mouth opened in shock.

“Mannn, fuck you!” I looked at the remaining items that were on the table and told her to bag it all. Key threw a shirt and a pair of shoes on the counter with my stuff.

“Nigga, I ain’t buying your shit.”

“See, this the shit I’m talking about. Mama robs you, she gets a millie. Baby mama kidnaps you, she gets money bouquets and a dog. I guess I gotta fuck you over to get something,” he said, snatching his items up.

“Donald, put the shit back. I’ll get it. Damn!” This nigga smiled, put the stuff back, and leaned on the counter.

“Thank you, daddy.” Grabbing the box, I slapped his ass with it. Nigga didn’t know when to stop playing.

Simone “Bubbles” Stanton

“Anton, if you don’t get your big ass off me!”

“Make me.” He continued to lie on me, and if I didn’t know any better, it felt like he pushed down more. I could barely breathe, and he was comfortable as hell.

“I’m serious, bae. You heavy.”

“Oh, now I’m heavy. You wasn’t saying that shit twenty minutes ago when you was begging me to go deeper.”

“Twenty minutes ago, you was being useful with your weight.” Lifting his head, he looked at me.

“Fuck you mean, useful? I thought I was being that right now.” He pretended to be offended before lying back down.

“All you’re doing is crushing my lungs.”

“Here I thought I was loving on you.” Anton kissed me before rolling over. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. He moved over too far, so I stopped him.