"Nigga need to stop begging her for kisses. She just three." While they were all gathered in the kitchen, Seven told Brooklyn.
Since the kids could stay home from daycare because it was the weekend. Brooklyn and Seven made the decision to spend time with them at home as well.
They were all participating in Christmas-related activities because, well, Christmas was coming and they were all preparing. Seven and Brook began to take holidays quite seriously after the birth of the children. When it came to décor and other things, they always went all out.
"They all kids, bae. Why you tryna fight the baby." Brooklyn made fun of him while repositioning herself to give him a hug.
"Nah, cus' she told Jeremiah lil ass she was only three and he still begging for kisses and shit." Seven stated.
"And we going to jump him!" Nala moved around in around in her chair and said. "Him not finna kiss my sister!"
"What's him name, Mimi?" Nala rolled her neck in order to see her sister, who used Syncere to help decorate the cookie.
"Imma beat him up." Naomi ignored Nala's words and continued on with her business.
Syncere started giggling at Nala while his little teeth were visible.
"Girl, you ain't gone beat nobody up. Calm down, Becky." Nala stood up to Naomi, and Brooklyn spoke to her.
"On bro. Tell her the name." Seven started to laugh at his younger daughter. "She ain't playin' no games, cuhs."
"What is him namee!" As Naomi gave her an odd side-eye, Nala grew louder.
"Cerailyn, stop, girl." Brooklyn seated her after separating her away.
"Her want tell me him name, mommy." Nala responded with a sigh and sat back down.
"Why you wanna know his name?" Brooklyn enquired after finishing her cookie and took it up.
"Cus..." Nala took a deep breath in. "I just want to know him name, mommy."
"What is him name?" Nala kept repeating herself, growing irritated.
Nala disliked it when people disrespected her older sister; it always made her angry, and most of the time, she would defend her.
