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"Goodmorning, beautiful." Tariq spoke, as Daniela fluttered her eyes open and looked up at Tariq, who was standing over her. "Goodmorning." Daniela smirked, sitting up on his bed. "You good?" Tariq asked, causing her to nod.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Daniela inquired. "I don't know. I just wanted to make sure." Tariq said. "Yeah, I'm straight." Daniela assured. "How's my little baby doing?" Tariq smirked, placing a hand on top of her belly and she giggled.
"She or he is good." Daniela stated. "I honestly hope it's a girl." Tariq admitted. "Really?" Dani queried. "Yeah, I'd love to have two beautiful girls depending on me. The shit would be dope." Tariq said, making her roll her eyes, playfully.
"You're talking like you're heavily considering keeping this child." Daniela said.
"Honestly, Dani, I am. I thought about it a lot last night, after I put you to sleep. I don't really want you to abort it, but, like I said, it's your decision and I'll support you, no matter what." Tariq confessed.
"I'll let you know my final decision, soon, okay? I promise." Daniela told him. "Okay." Tariq replied. "Where are you going?" Daniela asked, as he started getting dressed. "I gotta go to work at the Weston's Building." Tariq answered.
"Oh, right." Daniela remarked.
"You can stay here, as long as you want, though. No rush to leave or anything. Mi casa su casa." Tariq told her, making her laugh.
"Boy, shut yo ass up. You play too much." Daniela retorted, as she stood up from the bed.
Daniela walked over to his couch and grabbed her clothes, before putting them on. Tariq fixed the tie on his suit, looking at himself in the mirror. There was a knock at the door, making them pause and look back.
"The fuck?" Tariq uttered. "Who's that?" Daniela asked. "I don't know." Tariq shrugged. "Shit. What if it's Diana or Effie? They can't see me, Tariq. I can't risk Cane finding out that any of this happened." Daniela panicked.
"Calm down. I got it. Don't move." Tariq told her, walking over to the door.
"Fuck." Daniela cursed, before running over and hiding behind the closet door.
Tariq opened the door and saw nobody standing there. He looked down at the ground and saw a flyer. He picked it up and closed the door back, before reading the flyer.
"There's a talent show at the candy store, tonight. I guess they marketing it." Tariq informed. "Hmm, I bet Di's going." Daniela said. "You gonna go?" Tariq asked. "Maybe." Daniela replied. "Have fun." Tariq said, grabbing his backpack.
