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CHAPTER TWO.

"𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?"-Not You Too, Circa 2021

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"𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?"
-Not You Too, Circa 2021

"She been hiding from me for months, this some bullshit. I can't find her ass nowhere." Kamari scoffs, his hand squeezing tightly on his phone—his eyes piercing at the view in front of him. His body was flowing with frustration, his mental irritated severely. He's been searching weeks for Khaleesi, Kamari was gradually coming to the solution that she simply—doesn't want to be found. "Nah, nah."








He shakes that thought out of his head, tuning back into the conversation on the other side of the receiver. His fingers tugging at the ends of his hair, Kamari thought he could get over her—but as the days went on he kept wondering what she was doing. Who she was with. She didn't want anything to do with him and he didn't understand, what they had was real and he knows Khaleesi is aware of that.








"They found him." His eyes look up, he hangs up the phone—placing it in his back pocket. Kofi stands in Kamari's kitchen, his piece laying on the counter—obstructing his face with a black mask. Kamari doing the same, his hand reaching for the door.








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"You crazy!" Alicia Taylor laughs obnoxiously, taking a sip of her wine—she slaps her husbands chest a grin wide on her face. "Kali, go get your sister, she's taking forever." She couldn't wait to see her daughter, the family hears footsteps gradually descending the steps. Khaleesi walks hesitantly into the kitchen, her belly on full display—she wears a white tube dress that reaches all the way to the floor. Her ebony hair parted in the middle—the ends cut in layers and bumped.








The room had fell silent, Alicia's mouth practically wide open—Khaleesi immediately felt anxious. Her cheeks becoming heated as her mother throws down her napkin, rushing out the dining room swiftly—the air left behind smacking Leesi in the face. "Well, there it is." Q blurts out, he stands up walking up to Leesi patting her shoulder. "Just let her calm down, she be good, sis."







"Daddy?"








"Congratulations Leesi, I just wish you would've told us sooner." He comes up to her as well, placing a kiss on her forehead—squeezing her arms gently in the process. "Jesus, how far are you? Why didn't you say something?"








"Because of how mom would react... five months."








"You have to talk to her."








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