𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

3.

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"Dreamur, come on get up. We going job hunting today." Caresha said, she was fully dressed, makeup done, and she was wearing her favorite colored tracksuit. It was powder blue and it complimented her skin.

Dreamur laid with the pillow on top of her head, her arm and foot were draping off the bed. But her head scarf remained strong. Sighing, she walked over to her grandbaby's crib to see her fully awake. She laid on her side, head full of hair, sucking on her fingers.

"Hi mama, 'yo mama got you all in here in all types of positions." Caresha joked, picking up Clover. The baby cooed while holding her fingers in her tiny mouth.

Caresha walked on the side of the bed. She placed Clover on her side again.This time she lowered Clover close enough that her salivated lips would touch Dreamur's nose. And that's exactly what she did. Dreamur's eyebrows furrowed, she jerked her head back, and opened her eyes.

"What the hell-" She jumped up, knocking the pillow off her bed but was even more frightened when she saw her mom sitting on the the bed as well and that Clover hadn't just mysteriously got in the bed with her.

"It us, no need to panic." Caresha explained, while looking at her daughter. "But I would like you to get up so we can go job shopping today. I can leave Clover with mom-"

"Mom no. Clo can come with us. I don't have time for your disrespectful ass mother." She cursed, earning a hard slap on her ass.

"Watch 'yo damn mouth." She expressed then paused. "I know that." She finished, as they both laughed at the same time. It wasn't that funny and they knew that but it was the way her mother looked away and then looked back at her. Caresha leaned over her daughter as their foreheads touched. This was a special moment considering they didn't spend much time together.

When they're laughing dyed down, Dreamur decided to get up but first Clover needed a milk, a bath and diaper change. Dreamur quickly went to the bathroom to wash off her breast before feeding her. She had forgotten to make milk the night before due to her late night last night. Due to her mother being a hard sleeper she had built a safe nest for Clover to lay in before she snuck out to hang with Deondre. They had been seeing each other for the last couple of weeks and things were going great. She even got a chance to meet his sister. The girl was sweet and had a good head on her shoulders. She owned her own business doing lashes, and nails and Dreamur was starting to become interested in those things as well. Just recently she went out to get her double belly. Due to Dreamur's high pain tolerance she barely felt it.

A/N: a double belly is a piercing right underneath the first belly button piercing.

Hearing the tiny whines she knew it would only get worse if she didn't hurry up and get the soap off of her breast. "I'm coming, lemons." She said, referring to the nickname she gave her daughter. She received that name from her bright, and pretty skin. Just like her mommy. Clover was Dreamur's doppelgänger. Only difference was her dark navy colored eyes.

Dreamur threw her bath rag on top of the shower rod, and picked up her baby. She made herself comfortable and Clover was placed and successfully latched. "Mommy didn't want to give you, sweaty bosoms with milk. That's not a good look." Dreamur whispered, jokingly.

Clover only smiled causing milk to run down her cheek. "Stop it girl, you gonna be hungry." Dreamur laughed, Clover made cooing slides while laying still. Her eyes were closed but she could hear every word. She latched back on and Dreamur waited until she fell asleep so she could get dressed. She decided to match her mother, and Clover was dropped off. Dreamur would miss her daughter but she was in need of her own money. The EBT supply would only last for so long until she would have to wait weeks for a new supply.

"Okay, what's the next one?" Caresha asked, as she looked over her daughter's notes. She thought her hand writing was so pretty. As a child, when Dreamur had her bad days she use to make her right twenty five times as punishment just to admire her handwriting.

"A clean service at a nail salon, and spa." She sighed. She cleaned enough already by the time she'd be hands free she'd have arthritis.

"Okay." Caresha pulled off, and they were headed down the street. They weren't too far but the parking lot was crowded. Caresha parked, and Dreamur got out. She was so proud her daughter and Dreamur didn't even know it. They had visited for jobs that were hiring and high pay. Dreamur did seem frustrated but she was trying. She was on the right path, all she needed was a little motivation and support.

A/N: -if anyone can guess what the emojis are for in the story i'll give you a feature :))