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𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄|FAZO
Baltimore Maryland|2:22 𝐩𝐦I was relaxing with head my head between Desanis legs as she worked on my hair for the birthday party.
"Pop," she gently tapped my arm.
"Yes, ma?" I replied, glancing up at her.
"I'm finished. I'm going to get the kids ready," she said, tidying up the hair products.
"I got it, ma. Do what you need to do," I reassured her, turning my mic back on.
"Alright, y'all, I have to help get the kids ready. I'll catch up with you at the party."
Des kissed my forehead and laid out our outfits.
Once she left the room, I took out the promise ring I planned to give her and tucked it into my bag. Then, I headed to the kids' room.
"Okay, one of you needs to hop in the bath," I said, tossing them each a washcloth.
"Me!" Destiny shouted enthusiastically.
I hesitated with washing little girls; it just didn't feel right to me.
"Uh, go shower with your mom," I suggested, scratching my head.
She nodded and dashed off to the bathroom.
"Come on, dirtball," I teased Symon as I started the bath. He wasn't fond of baths, hence the nickname.
"Stop calling him that!" Des called out from the other room.
Symon giggled, grabbing his soap. But when I looked at the bottle, I frowned.
"What is this?" I wondered aloud. It was hand soap. My son's mom had sent him with hand soap.
Shaking my head, I said, "Get in the bath. I need to call your mom."
I went to the kitchen, grabbed my phone, and dialed her number, tapping my foot impatiently.
"Ajanay," I started when she picked up.
"I'm in the middle of something. What do you want?" she replied curtly.
"Why did you send Symon with hand soap to wash his body?"
"We ran out of soap," she said.
"You know I have money. Why didn't you just tell me? I would've bought you some."
"I don't want to depend on you."
"I don't care about that. Next time, just tell me. I'm his dad. If others aren't helping, reach out to me," I insisted.
"Okay, geez," she relented.
I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch.
"Symon!" I called out.
