Amari morris, a little girl from cali who moved when she was 11 to live with her cousins in new york. the life style was a huge change for her and it was definitely gonna take some time to adjust to it. but what happens when she meets her cousins be...
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AMARI MORRIS
"hey princess! look how big your getting!" pop smiled big as he took remedy from desiree.
"i swear she's getting bigger everyday" des smiled and crossed her arms. "here's those dna papers" she handed him the papers and he looked back at me.
pop didn't want a dna test but his mother made him get one because of how white remedy looks. even though she has his nose and eyes.
i know first hand that no matter how white a baby is doesn't mean they can't be mixed. my other cousins are like that.
"and you can even call after i leave if you don't trust me" he put remedy on the couch with her toys while he looked at the paper.
"I knew it" he chuckled and showed me the papers. "ion needa call. i'll send this to my mom and then hopefully y'all gon be good" she nodded.
"i told you she was yours"
"and i believe you, my moms just difficult"
"this must be the beautiful girlfriend you be talkin' about?" she walked to me with her hand out making me smile. "i'm Desiree but you can call me des"
"i know. we've met before" i laughed.
"yea but not a serious introduction. when we met you thought i was fuckin' him"
"fair enough" i shook her hand. "so how many months is she now?" i asked as we watched remé slowly drifting asleep on the couch.
"She's 1 month. technically 2 almost 3 but she just passed 9 months where i would've been pregnant so it's complicated" i nodded. "Are you guys good? i was gonna head out. i have somewhere to be but i didn't wanna just drop her off without saying hi"
"who you goin' out wit?"
"a boy" she shrugged.
"ou looks like remé got a step daddy on the way" i laughed and she did too but pop didn't. "oh come on it was funny!"
"No man around her without telling me, ight'?"
"what? bashar i'm her mother. she's not your property. you don't see me saying anything about amari do you?"
"no but-"
"okay then" she smiled lightly. "take care of my babygirl and do not try and teach her gang signs please" she put her hand up as she turned around and began to walk.
"she gon be like her dad! fuck wrong wit that?"
"cause your a mess, Shar!" she yelled and shut the door before he could say anything else.
