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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 🤷🏾‍♀️

𝐌𝐢'𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐚
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"Tell mommy give me a son." Naaoir tells Azariah.

"Nigga please, you got 3 sons. Meech, CeeLo, and Sugar." I refer to the 3 big ass pitbulls he convinced me to get.

"Fasho, you right but Azzy and the boys need a new human sibling." He begs.

Nigga been begging me for another baby for the last 10 fucking years. You'd think he'd been den gave up by now.

"Keep fucking playing wimme Kels, one day you gone wake up in a basement confused as to why I'm putting a turkey baster in you." He mugs me.

"You're sick." I laugh.

"Says the woman that invited AK to our b-"

"Stop Naaoir it's been 11 years. I'm a changed woman." I cut him off.

"Ian never letting that go." He scoffs.

"Okay Naaoir, how do this look?" I come out the bathroom again.

"It look like I'm getting my son tonight." He smirks.

"I'm bout to start making you wear a condom, ion trust you." I roll my eyes.

"Is you ready? We damn near already missed it." He complains.

"Shut up we like 3 minutes late." I roll my eyes.

"We're 30." He looks at his phone.

"Oh shit why didn't you tell me, c'mon." I grab my purse and phone.

"Why didn't I tell you? I've been nagging you for 2 hours." He smacks his teeth.

"What sweetie?" I ask after Azzy tugs at my shirt gently.

We found out Azariah was autistic when she was 3. She's still very minimally vocal.

She points to my earrings.

"Babe she want her earrings." I tell Naaoir.

He goes and finds them in her room real quick and brings them out to me. I put them in for her.

"You look so pretty." I hug her and she smiles.

"C'mon." Naaoir rushes us.

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"I can't believe he married her." I whisper to Naaoir.

"Me neither." He whispers back.