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🦋Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne🦋
Friday, November 17, 2020
I feel so bad, watching Olivia be in pain like this. I just wish there was something I could do to help her.
She just hit eight months pregnant and it seems like she's in nothing but pain. I wish she'd stop working until after the baby comes, but she doesn't want to.
All I can do is be here I guess.
It's been a few days since the whole blowout with my mom and we haven't spoken still. My grampa told me she hasn't spoken to him either.
I just don't get why she's so bitter and why she can't be happy for me. It's giving weird.
"Babe, can you grab that for me?"
I reached up on the top shelf, grabbing the diaper bag that Olivia was pointing at. "It's cute right?"
"Yeah I like it, it's real smooth," I smiled at her as I handed it to her. "It's got a lot of pockets."
"I know, I just need a lot of space I don't want to have a small diaper bag and then I don't have everything I need."
I laughed and shook my head at her statement, "you're not even gonna take him out of the house."
"So?"
"Whatever you want we can get babe," I chuckled as she dropped the diaper bag in the target basket.
"We should get the crib now, while we're here," she suggested as she began walking down the isle, picking up a few onesies as she did so.
"Okay," I agreed.
We spent the next two hours filling up two baskets full of baby items ranging from clothes to diapers to furniture and much more.
"I don't think that goes there, Stokeley."
"I'm trying my hardest babe I've never did nothing like this before." I laughed and dropped the screw driver on the carpet.
"Do you want me to help?" She laughed at me.
"No. Just sit there and fold the clothes I'll do this."I smacked my lips. "You don't need to do any heavy lifting you're gonna go in labor."
"I'm not gonna go in labor. Im not due until December 21st."
"You ever heard of going into labor early?" I looked at her.
"Shut the fuck up and build my sons crib."
"This is my son too," I smacked my lips. "And I will build his crib."
She laughed, "okay so build it."
"You wanna fight?"
"I'll whoop your ass find something safe to do," she laughed me off and continued to fold Jordan's baby clothes into the dresser drawers.
I leaned forward and smacked her ass, watching it jiggle afterwards. Her shit is getting PHAT.
"Nigga I'll beat your ass. What the fuck is wrong with you?" She yelled and jumped away from me.
"I'm just appreciating it, you standing right in front of me wearing that sexy ass dress."
"I'm literally wearing maternity clothes. Be fuckin for real."
"I'm just saying it's a lot of motion back there."
"Shut up and finish," she laughed and turned back around, finishing what she was doing.
