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OᑭᕼᗴᒪIᗩsnuggled into the warm body beside her, the afternoon sun's glow casting over their bodies through the window. Sometime after later in the night, after they had finished the old devil's tango according to JJ, Pope had pulled out the couch into a bed and they fell asleep after he, still a little wasted, told the baby with his head on Ophelia's stomach of the Royal Merchant.
"Wakey bakey." JJ sang as he flopped down at the foot of the pull out couch. Ophelia blinked her eyes open, looking at him. "Seriously, weed for breakfast?" She snorted as JJ placed a joint between his lips. "Lunch actually, it's like 3:30 in the afternoon." He corrected before lighting the joint and inhaling, blowing the smoke out through his nose.
The aroma of the weed had Pope blinking his own eyes open. "I'm never getting high again." He grumbled, sitting up and yawning as JJ tossed a bottle of vitamins to Ophelia. "Got them out of Xan's car, eat em' up cause we got a long night."
Ophelia grabbed the prenatal gummies she had in her bag in the car, taking out two of them and chewing slowly as she arched a brow, noticing the absence of her brother and John B. "Where's Xan and John B?"
