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Da'Vonte
"Mama are you ok" I asked T Cuz she been either super angry or sad
"Mhm" she mumbled sitting down with cash on her lap
"Mamas dont do dat come here" I told her making her give cash to mari
I grabbed her and walked to my desk and sat in my chair
"What do you want nigga"she said putting her face on my neck
"Why you been so angry mama"
"Because I can tf wrong wit dat" mama groaned
"Mama I get that you goin through sum chill out wit dat attitude shit" I said to her then she started pouting
"Ok you don't have to yell at me damn" she said sitting up crossing her arms over her chest
"Mama I'm sorry don't cry"
I'm lookin ts up cuz ain't no way she controlling ts
COUPLE MINUTES LATER
So Google sayin it's postpartum depression
Ts gotta be serious cuz mamas pullin out guns n shit
"Mama what was you gone do wit dat gun" I asked her
"Nothin I wasn't gone shoot him or nun I jus had to get him to chill"
"Mama you do realize he inna a gang he immune to that shit" I told her
"Well it worked didnt it"
Who tf...
"Mama who you talkin to" Mari said to her makin her frown
"Nobody" she mumbled
"Mama I get that you was mad but you gettin outta hand" he said walking over to us
"I kno I was bein loud but yeen have to take my gun out on me"he said sitting with us
"Bubba I'm sorryyyyyyy pleaseeeeee forgiveeee meeeeeee" she said crying
"Mama ian mad at you calm down" he said kissing her forehead
"Can get sum ice cream pleaseee" she said
"Yes mama"
lol mb Ian feel like updating this
