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"My man, my man, my mannnn." Bria dragged out with a smile, being carried by Santana up a flight of stairs that she probably would've passed out on if she had to walk them herself.
"I swear you get bigger every time I pick you up. 'Lil Tana doing his big one in dat' belly." He kissed her stomach after putting her down, and she smacked her lips at the first part.
"You so strong pooh. You helping yo' big strong daddy bring the stuff up." Bria looked down at Isis who was in her car seat that Israel carried, along with two of their three suitcases and the diaper bag. She didn't know how the hell he managed to do that.
"Shut yo' ass up." Israel shook his head at the fact that she was only carrying her purse, making her laugh.
"Why they even put a random ass set of stairs in the middle of the fucking jungle? Shit don't make no sense." Santana took the diaper bag from Israel while Bria turned the car seat into a stroller so that she could push it.
After talking about a vacation for months, they finally were able to get some time to take one. The main thing that was stopping them before was Israel and Santana's work schedule because they literally never lined up. You would think it would be easy to get some free time since they were their own bosses, but it wasn't.
They were vacationing in Bora Bora and were staying in an overwater bungalow that came with a private pool and beach area, free floating breakfast and a jaw dropping view of the Motu Tehotu mountains. It looked straight out of a Pinterest board. Bria's camera roll was already full of pictures and they'd just landed an hour ago.
"You gotta pee Bria?" Israel smiled, watching how quickly she tried to waddle towards the bathroom inside of the bungalow.
"So bad, oh my god. Don't laugh at me." She laughed at herself, knowing that she looked like a penguin from behind.
"I told you to stop holding it. Should've used the bathroom at the airport." Santana put the suitcase and diaper bag that he carried down near the couch.
"Them bathrooms was nasty as fuck. And it was too many people in there-probably had HIV all over them toilet seats." She held the counter for support as she squatted, which was much harder now than it was a few months ago.
"You think that about everybody bathroom but yo' own." Israel walked in the bathroom as well, needing to wash his hands that were sweating lightly.
"People don't clean as good as me." She shrugged, pulling her panties up after handling her business.
She washed her hands when Israel was done, and then she walked to go grab Isis out of the stroller after hearing her begin to whine. Although there was a six hour time difference between Bora Bora and New York, it was around the time to give Isis a bottle.
"You making her a bottle Tana?" Bria asked, noticing that he was in the kitchen at the same time that she realized the powder formula was missing out of the diaper bag.
