I walked downstairs to see Bianca opening gifts. She must be so excited.
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"Babe, come and open the gifts with me" she said. I sat next to her and we started opening the gifts. I opened my box to see a necklace that had her name on it.
It was silver and her name was engraved in gold. She put it on me, making me smile. "I knew it looked beautiful on you" she said, kissing my cheek. I smiled as Christmas music filled the air.
She looked so shocked and stayed quiet with her mouth open. "Do you not like it?" I asked her.
she started bawling as she hugged me. "Thanks y/nn. You really do care" she told me. I laughed lightly. "Of course I do, I love you" I said. She smiled, Wiping her eyes.
I swear she look just like her mom and dad, it's like looking at the both of them at once. Once Bianca was done crying, there was a knock at the door. I watched as she tensed up.
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Who could that be now? I know thing, it better not be y/s/n because I still want to beat her ass for how she treated her. I opened the door and guess who it is. "Y/s/n" I said, not surprised.
"Is y/n here?" She asked. I looked around then back at her.
"So we don't say hey?" I asked. "After what you did, no. You cost me everything I had" she said. "You had it coming, so be glad that I told your husband then" I said.
I mean yeah, maybe I should've confronted him about it another time. But If I waited any longer and he found out not, it wouldn't end good.
"Who's at the door, babe?" Y/n asked. This bitch really knocked me down and ran in to y/nn. That's it. I'm beating that ass no matter what.
I ran in to see them arguing. Just in time. I grabbed my purple boxing gloves and put them on, swinging at y/s/n. She was ducking and dodging, crying like a baby.
She left and y/nn giggled, closing the door. I looked down to see words on my gloves as I took them off.
𝙈𝙮 𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣
I smiled. "You put her in line so well, babe" she said. "This is her problem: she's a 10 but her attitude ain't fine. Y/n had a straight face all of a sudden. "You need to stop listening to my people" she said.
"Looks like today's your Lucky Daye" I said, laughing. "Stop it" y/n said. "I love you" I told her. "I love you too" she said.
