Quinten: wassup baby bro
Quincy: wassup bro, you back in Charlotte for good ?
Quinten: yeah we just finished moving in the new house
Quincy: awww shit I gotta come check it out
Quinten: of course, where my niece?
Quincy: wherever her mama at (laughs) I thought she was gone be a daddy's girl but no that's mama's baby
Camila: coming in the room) here take your baby
Quincy: what she do ?(laughs )
Camila: threw up all on me (shows him her shirt )
Quincy:( laughs) good job Cammie
Quinten: what she do?
Quincy: threw up on Mila (laughing)
Quinten: laughs) damn
Camila pov: Camry threw up so much it was crazy. I changed her and then took her in there with her daddy. Then I went and got my self cleaned up and got in the bed with them. Quincy was on FaceTime with his brother and I swear they look identical but Quinten is 36.
Quinten: hey Mila
Camila: hey hey
Quinten: I wanna come get Cammie the weekend
Camila: good, take her daddy too
Quincy:(laughs) what I do?
Camila: getting on my nerves not doing what I asked you to(laughs)
Quinten: Mila I told you he was hard headed
Quincy: what didn't I do ma'am ?
Camila: rub my feet, I been asking you all day
Quinten: not the dogs!
Camila:fuck you (laughs) baeee rub my feet !
Quincy: I will I promise soon I get off the phone
Quinten: aye bro, did you get the color scheme for the wedding?
Quincy: yeah I saw the text earlier, I think imma wear green, tan gone make me look weird
Quinten: anything makes you look weird (laughs)
Quincy:I'm telling mama you said that too (laughs)
Quinten:( laughs) snitch, but imma hit you up later. Don't forget I'm getting Cammie the weekend
Quincy: alright bye
(Quincy hangs up)
Quincy: you a spoiled brat you know that (laughs)
Camila:puts her feet on him) thank you
Quincy: hands her the baby ) my brother's wedding colors are emerald green and tan/brown
Camila: that sounds like it would be cute
Quincy: you gotta get a bridesmaid dress
Camila: woah what?
Quincy: for the wedding
Camila: I can't be a bridesmaid Quincy. I barely know them
Quincy: I already asked and they were cool with it, plus if you don't do it I gotta talk by myself
Camila: it's just weird Quincy, I don't think that's my place
Quincy: sighs) ok
Camila: you mad?
Quincy: nah, you don't want to do it you don't have to. I understand you feel weird doing it cause you don't really know them
Camila: look, let me think on it okay
Quincy: alright
Camila: now foot massage please
Quincy:( smiles) you and these damn feet, stop wearing heels so much
Camila: but I love them !
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The Donor
General FictionTwenty -Four year old Camila Baker has a semi perfect life. A decent job, nice car, beautiful home. All she is missing is a family of her own. Somebody to love her and give her a reason to come home every night. Love can find you in mysterious ways...