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Scenario: You and E, have been best friends since 8th grade. You've liked him for the longest, since you could remember. You are 22, and so is he. You have a three y/o, and he's like a father to your son. He now has a girlfriend, and you hate that, but you're still rooting for him. At least in your head.
____________________________________ I was laying in my bed, watching Family Guy, eating popcorn. Suddenly, I get a knock at the door. "Hmm." I hummed to myself. I walked downstairs, and looked out the peephole. "It's me! Eazy!" I smiled, and opened the door.
"Wassup, girl." He gave me a hug, that made me go weak. "Babe! Wait for me!" An unfamiliar voice called that. "Who's that?" I asked. "Jenn. My girl." I pulled away from the hug, and frowned. "That's cool." I walked to the kitchen, and prepared lunch for Bronx, my son.
"E! It's cold out there!" She giggled, and walked inside. They shared a brief kiss, that me hurl. This motherfucker had the nerve to bring some chick into MY house, dressed half ass naked. "Keep it together y/n." I mumbled to myself. I pulled chicken, chicken broth, and noodles.
"So...y/n right?" The said with smug attitude. I turned around, quick. "Mhm. Jenn, isn't it?" She rolled her eyes, and muttered, "Yea. Lose the attitude." I chuckled, and went back to cooking. "Where Bronx?" E asked. "Upstairs watchin' tv." He walked upstairs, leaving Jenn wit me.
"Mama! It's uncle E!" Bronx, smiled. "Yes, baby. You hungry?" He nodded. "I want a cake, mama." He said, in his cute lil voice. "Boo, not yet. You gotta eat first." He frowned. "You want cake, lil man?" He nodded. E, open my frige, and grabbed him a slice, and sat him in his high-chair. I scoffed. "Eric. I told him no." He rolled his eyes. "And I said yes." I just laughed.
I grabbed 3 glasses, and some white wine. Jenn the Hoe, scoffed. "Your a mother, and your drinking?" I put my glass down. "Your not one. My son is well taken care of, whether I drink or not." E, stepped in. "Mind yo business." She clapped back. "No! Your not his dad, so don't take that figure!"
I balled my fist. "Eric. Get this bitch out my fuckin' house." She pulled her coat off, and when I tell you, this chick had on 2% of a bra. "Uh uh, c'mon, BB." I picked my son up, and took his to his play room.
"Eazy, you betta get this chick outta my house!" I had my earrings off, rings off, and hair tied up. "Jenn, you can gon head n' head out." She threw her purse at him, and walked out slamming my door. "Uh uh, you leave too." He had a confused look on his face. "Why I gotta go?" I got pissed.
"First the fuck of all, you bring a hoe to my fuckin' house, knowing my son is here. She's half ass naked. Not even check wit me first, jus bring here. She disrespectin' my motherhood. Eazy, leave. Like seriously, go be wit ya chick." He walked to my sons room, and brought him back out.
"Bye baby," My son frowned. "Daddy loves you, aight?" He kissed his forehead. "Bye dada." Eazy smiled, and shook his head. "Bye y/n." I waved, trying to keep it together. He walked out, making my son throw a fit. "It's okay, bb." I picked him up, and gave him his juice.
