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Alana Deville
Opening my eyes, I looked around my room feeling wonderful. I'd just had some of the best sleep that I've had in a while, it was clear that I needed to drink patron more often.
Stepping out of the bed, I headed towards the bathroom to do my hygiene.
In the midst of taking care of my personal care routine my door bell rang.
I'm not the stop what you're doing type person at all. You're going to wait until I finish whatever I'm doing and then I'll be down to open the door.
After I finished up I walked down stairs to look out my peephole first before asking who it was.
Noticing Doc my stomach caught butterflies, this nigga just doesn't stop does he?
I smiled looking at the long stemmed sunflowers he carried in his hands along with a big pink teddy bear and about eight Chanel bags.
"Who is it?" I asked already knowing who it was.
"Heem." He stated so I unlocked the door letting him in.
Damn this how you sleeping now?" He asked me looking at my night clothes.
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"I'm lost on how I'm supposed to be dressed?" I asked him taking the flowers and the bear upstairs to my room with him hot on my tail with the bags.
"You ain't with that one nigga no more are you?" He asked looking around while I placed the items.
"Thank you for the gifts, and why you keep asking about a nigga Doc?" I questioned him.
"Why you think Alana? A nigga don't need no more problems in our life." His eyes pierced mine.
"I think that it's because you're crazy as fuck and you ain't shit, so you think Ima do the same."
"I hope you know that I will not be your sloppy seconds just because I'm legally your wife." I told him.
"Red a I've been missing you for three years now mama, damn can a nigga get a chance to show you different ?" He held onto my waist looking down at me.
