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Fifty-Four: Christmas🎄🫂🎅🏽 pt.2

Previously on We Still Worth It...

DING DONG

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Fatima's POV:

Fatima: Who could this be?

Zac: I don't know but I don't know if I want you to open that door. Let me get it.

Mama Wilson: Y'all doing too much talking open the darn door.

Fatima: Okay Mama.

Fatima goes to open the door and was surprised.

Ahhhh

Zac: Mamas cut out all that screaming it's early!

Danni: Boy hush!

Fatima: Deee!!! You said you wasn't coming.

Danni: Well i lied. You think i would miss my godson's first Christmas. If you did you out to rabbit ass mind. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Zac: Aww shit wassup Dee. Where P at?

Danni: Damn you really don't care about me for real. I'm good and Preston getting my godson's gift.

Zac: Where's my gift? Without me you wouldn't have no damn godson.

Fatima: Boy. Nah for real Daniella King-Horace where is my gift?

Danni: Y'all gift is in my stomach. Congratulations godparents.

Zac: Really more god kids. Shit I love them and all but damn. So bae how many that makes ?

Fatima: Three. Baby H will be our third god child.

Danni: Yep. And we are farther along then we though. I'm almost 20 weeks.

Fatima: SHITT. Dee how you almost five months pregnant and didn't know?

Danni: Well I was still having my period so I thought I was good. But the baby said nope I'm here bookie. Plus we also found out the gender. We didn't want a gender reveal because of how ghetto Li is and I don't want to fuck somebody up in that day.

Fatima: understandable. So what is my little god child.

Zac: I hope it's a girl. I want a little girl -looks at Fatima-

Fatima: Don't look at me. I said you not getting another baby until I'm a Taylor and I mean that.

Danni: Damn. Well Zac sorry to you but Baby Horace is a boy.

Fatima: YESSIRRR I GOT A GODSON!

CJ: YESSIR I GOT A NEPHEW!!!

Danni: Damn I'm really finna be somebody's momma.

Fatima: Yep, it's getting real ghetto. -laughing-

They continue to chat for a bit longer. After a while everyone was downstairs eating breakfast and things when the door bell rung once again.

WHO IS IT??

ITS ME.

CJ: Bro who the hell is Me? I don't know anybody named Me.

Ida: CJ it's me Ida open the door please.

CJ opens the door.

CJ: next time open your mouth and say your name. You was finna be sitting out there. Black people act like we can tell who you are by the voice.

Ida: dang my bad CJ. How have you been?

CJ: I've been good! Merry Christmas!

Ida: Merry Christmas!