𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀. (ON HOLD)

𝟬𝟰'

| BABY GANGSTA |

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♫ BAD -
WALE & TIARA THOMAS

❥ ILLINOIS, CHICAGO.

OMNISCIENT

"Hey baby I found myself at the baby stores again," Dior laughed, "I'll be home soon, love ya!"

She sent the voice message smiling to herself.

"This is so cute." Dior says staring at the tutu fit for newborns.

She shrugged tossing it into the cart full of baby clothing.

Dior could not help herself.

"I think this is much cuter."

Dior turned her head at the sound of a unknown voice.

A girl stood there with a grin holding up a cute matching set with unicorns on them.

The female walked towards her.

But Dior wasn't sure if she should smile or think this girl is on something.

"It is..." Dior said still confused with her expression showing that.

"Oh, my bad girl. Just seen you looking so excited over here... Wanted to help." She spoke with a kind smile.

"Well thank you," Dior felt herself smile back.

"I'm Dior."

"Natalie but you can call me Nat." She greeted nodding, "So how far are you?"

"7 months." Dior answered smiling harder.

"Aww."

"Do you have kids?"

Nat smile became tight at the mention of kids of her own.

"No, not right now. I'm waiting on someone."

Nat eyed Dior as she spoke those last four words.

Dior was unaware of the spark in Nat eyes as they stared her down while she focused on the clothing in front of her.

"Well, I should be goin'. Thanks again." Dior said smiling kindly taking a hold of her cart.

"Oh no problem." Nat replied with a faux smile back.

As Dior got further, Nat smile turned wicked.

"No problem at all."

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Keyz smiled at the message Dior sent him.

He definitely knew they would have to move into a bigger place with the spending Dior does.

"I heard Micah back." Bubba spoke out loud to the group of niggas.

Keyz rolled the dice and snapped his fingers.

"Micah?" Keyz chuckled then scoffed. "He a bitch."

Majority of the niggas nodded agreeing as others stood not caring about the situation or who the fuck Micah was.

But Keyz did.

Personally, too.

"Hell yeah. Didn't dat nigga snitch on Pierre?" Antwone said counting bills leaning into his lap on the benches.

"Merch?" Keyz asked turning his head over to Ant.

Jerome nodded and mugged, "On foe. Ion' know why that punk did. Shit wild."