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Miami's pov-
5 weeks later-
. "Baby I need help cmere." I waddled my way to the staircase. My baby is getting so big on me.
"Hold on, here I come." He yelled from the bathroom. I soon hear the toilet flush and see Mike running towards me.
He placed his hand/lower arm on my back for support and started to help me walk down stairs.
"Thank you baby." I said making my way to the kitchen with him behind me. He kissed my cheek saying 'no problem' while pushing the button on the wall that opened the door to the guns.
"Uh- baby what's going on." I asked getting macaroni and chicken out.
"That girl that got ole dude to kidnap you. Imma get her and you have to promise me something tho while I'm gone." He said and I turned my full attention to him.
"Don't stand up to long." He winked and I blushed while nodding. He kissed my lips before walking out the door.
(I really needed to update this story but I've been busy on my other stories I'm so sorry y'all)
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Hayran Kurgu"Since when did we start doin this Mike" "Doin what Miami lovin u, holdin u, caring for u"
