Raise her Right!

Baby

I wake up to the sound of crying.

"Kamilah! I'm coming" I say.

Kamilah is my baby. Yes, I'm a teen mom, but it wasn't always like that. This all happened because of him. I look over to the bed, my used-to-be sneaky link, now my baby daddy. I walk over towards him. Awee..Look at him sleeping peacefully... I smack his face.

"Get up nigga" I say.

"Mane hit me again, ima knock you out" he mumbles.

"Nigga yo baby crying, "I say as I put her on his chest.

"Oh my fuxkin god dude. Let me sleep" he pats her on the back.

"Go make her a bottle dude" I head to the bathroom.

"You already up!! Might as well go make her one." he sits up.

The truth is I already made her a bottle, it was warming up. I just wanted to start with him. It's funny to make him upset. He gets up and heads to the kitchen. I hear him smack his lips.

"You already made one dumbass" he starts to feed her.

I look at him as he stands at the bathroom door. He shakes his head.

"You aggy bruh" he sits down on the corner of the bed.

Today Is Monday. He's staying home with the baby while I go to school today. We each take two days to go to school, I'll go Monday and Tuesday. He'll go Wednesday and Thursday. Friday we have his mom watch her and we both go to school. I take a shower and put on a basic outfit, jeans and a crop top.

"Aht aht, take that off" he gets up and walks towards me.

"What's wrong with it" I sigh.

"You going to school, not a strip club." he tugs the shirt.

"While you worried bout me you needa burp my BABY. She got hiccups now!" I grab her from him.

"Gimme the cloth" I pat her back three times and she burps.

I hand her back to him. I walk towards the door, he follows me.

"Bye bitch! Bye my sweet baby girl!" I coo.

"You still ain't change that shirt you whore." he laughs.

I flip him off and head to the car. Now time to deal with these boring-ass people .