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|𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞|
Chicago Illinois
7 months later___________________________
"Reese can we get McDonald's?" Takayla looked at him the instant he walked through the door.
"I ain't got no McDonald's money." He scrunched his face up taking his coat and shoes off and she stale faced him.
"So you telling me you ain't got two dollars?" She looked at him and I busted out laughing.
"Nope I'm broke." He shook his head.
"I'll cook for you Kayla." I locked my phone and Reese eyes went wide.
"Noo, fuck no, nope." He shook his head and I frowned.
"Why can't I cook for y'all?" I laughed and he stale faced me.
"Last time you cooked for us you ain't put no seasoning in my food cause you wanted me to think I had covid." He sucked his teeth and I busted out laughing.
"Boy corna don't exist in Wattpad." I laughed.
"Fuck ever." He shook his head.
"Why your fat ass always here, eating up all me and my household snacks and shit." He sat in between me and Takayla.
"Reese." Takayla hit his arm. "Don't call lyric fat her just pregnant." She mugged him and he mugged her back.
"I'm finna just walk away because I almost called you something." He pointed at Takayla and she laughed.
"You laughing now like that shit funny." He grabbed her and started tickling her while she squirmed in his lap.
"Ahhh Reese let me go." She laughed and I chuckled watching them interact.
"Don't be putting your hands on a real nigga such as myself." He said in between tickling her.
"Okay okay I'm sorry." She laughed and he stopped.
"Almost made me pee myself." She blew out a breath and I busted out laughing.
"How's my bastard." Reese started rubbing my stomach and I sucked my teeth.
"Stop calling my baby a bastard." I frowned.
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Teen FictionDelete the old version of me in your head please, I'm not her anymore.