Mr. Masseus

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"So, Tuck. I'm trusting you and Dani to watch my favorite child. If anything bad happens, both of you will come up as missing." Miranda threatened her children.

"Mama, we got him," Tuck said.

"Ben, get the bail money just in case," Miranda said.

"What y'all finna do today?" Dani asked.

"I don't know. Your father said he had a surprise for me." Miranda said.

"Ooo... So romantic." Dani said.

"That's probably why she's pregnant now, because of Dad's surprises," Tuck said.

"Boy, shut up. Aren't you all suppose to be at the park by now?" Ben said, walking into the room.

"We were about to leave in a minute. But we were just waiting for you to give us the passes." Tuck.

"Ben, can you please give these kids their passes so they can leave us alone?" Miranda asked.

Ben pulled that passes from his pocket and give them to the children.

"Daddy, can I please have some extra money?" Dani asked sweetly.

"Sure princess." Ben passed her a hundred-dollar bill.

Tuck reached his hand as well.
"What do you want?"

"If you're just passing out hundreds, I should get one too."
Ben passed Tuck a hundred-dollar bill too.

"Is this how you treat your oldest child?"

Ben passed Tuck another hundred-dollar bill. B.J. then walked up to his father and reached out his hand.

"You want money too?" Ben asked.

"Yes, please."

Ben passed B.J. a twenty-dollar bill, but the toddler looked at him like it wasn't enough. So, Ben passed another twenty, and the toddler happily skipped away. Ben then looked at his wife, who was laughing.

"I just got robbed and you're dying laughing."

"I'm sorry," Miranda said. "So, Mr. Warren, what do you have in store for me today?"

"Well, I know how much you like Starwars, so I got tickets for you to see the Starwars Museum."

"No, you didn't!" Miranda said.

Ben passed her the tickets and she was ecstatic. She then ran out and went to the museum.

LATER THAT DAY

Miranda went back to the hotel room and meet a lady at the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Warren."

"Hi..." Miranda said confused.

"Your husband booked you a deep tissue massage."

"He always knows what I need."

They went inside and the masseuse offered Miranda a glass.

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