𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒
The following afternoon.
»»————- ★ ————-««Delaney stretched her arms out as she just waking up, she reached over to grab her phone to check what time it was and it was currently 2:21 pm.
"Bernard get up," she poked Nardo's side attempting to wake him up but he didn't bulge.
"Oh my goshhhh, NARDO GET UP!" She yelled in his ear making him jump up from his sleep.
"BRO MOVE WHAT THE FUCK?" He yelled at Delaney looking at her like she was crazy.
"We gonna be late to Tada cookout," she warned him, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on," she dragged out pouting her lip as always. "You said we could goooo,"
"You a fucking brat bro," he chuckled as he sat up, stretching his arms out.
She laughed and smiled, "um who gon be there?" She asked, she wanted to make sure it wasn't no meeting parents type of shit.
"Just my homeboys den Tada momma gon be there and his uncle cooking on the grill, why?" He answered.
She rubbed her hands up and down her body, whining her hips, "Fashion baby," she sung causing Nardo to chuckle.
She was wondering what he meant by 'Tada mom' but didn't bother to ask, nor did she want to bring up yesterday.
Yesterday was a whole other side of Nardo that Delaney seen, she knew he had some issues. This was her confirmation to never give up on him.
"You gonna take my pictures when we get there?" She asked, sitting down at the mirror.
She grabbed her makeup bin and started doing her regular makeup.
"Yes Barbara," he answered, "You wanna hear my verse on me future and baby shit?" He asked making Delaney nod her head.
He turned it on as she continued doing her makeup.
"You ate that upppp," She hyped him up causing him to smile in response.
"But no for real, I'm so proud of you, you've grown so much baby!" she exclaimed, he leaned down leaving three wet kisses on her lips.
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