Jan 27 | 19:03
"What if I just grabbed both of your ass cheeks while your on top?".
Von turned to look at Jemima, not amused, "What if I just shoot you in that big ass head".
She tried to not laugh in his face but failed, "I just know you not talking about big heads when you got that heavy ass shit on your shoulders. Why are you always wearing hats for bae?".
The car came to a sudden rough stop as Dayvon parked in Durk's driveway.
Today was Willows fourth birthday and both parents were holding a party for the youngest daughter.
Von walked over to his girlfriends side once he got out the car, holding his hand out for her once he opened the door.
"I'm just kiddinggg. I would obviously never do that", she overly pronounced her words making Von mush her head.
After brushing her hair to the back and smoothing her dress down she gripped Dayvon's hand, that was outstretched, in hers and they walked round to the side of the house, hearing commotion coming from the backyard.
As soon as they came into view, a small body ran up to them at full speed, "AUNTIE! UNCLE!".
Willow tried to hug around both their legs but failed, as they all shared a smile.
Von picked her up, throwing her into the air, "What's good lil foe'nem. Happy birthday folks".
Willow loudly laughed and screamed as she was thrown up a few more times before Von held her on his side.
"Happy birthday Willow pillow", Jemima left a small kiss on her cheek and held her hand once she stretched it out towards the older woman.
"I'm four so that means you have to get me five presents this year", she held up four fingers on her free hand putting them in front of Von's face.
"Why 5? I ain't even get you one". She pouted at his response and widened her eyes, "Because i'm four so one for each year and one for good luck".
"Mannn, you gettin' too smart", Von put her down and she placed her hand on her hip.
"Where's Antonio?".
Jemima laughed at the little girl, "He said he has to go to his other girlfriend house".
"Hell naww, you goin' ta' get my folks beat up", Von laughed watching as Willow pulled a face.
"What girlfriend?", she snapped quickly.
"He ain't got no girlfriend. Where yo' daddy at", Dayvon tried to end the conversation, knowing they'd be there for another fifteen minutes.
He loved Willow.
But she could talk for hours without stopping.
"So he has hoes?", Willow tilted her head to the side, looking up at the taller pair.
"She thinks she's grownnn. Little girl, your only four. Stop talking crazy before your mama beat you", Jemima joked, while Willow was very serious.
