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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟴
"Boy got me drivin' damn near two hours for a Spiderman suitcase," he mumbled as he locked the doors of his GMC Yukon XL as he walked towards the Lakewood townhouse that belonged to Amaury. Instead of meeting halfway at the playground as normal, Amaury actually gave her address to him to grab their son's favorite suitcase to fly out to Philadelphia later on. He offered to buy another one, but his son was adamant about getting the suitcase he had and from what his son says, "bonded wit", and wit his son being his soft spot, De would jump no matter how high.
There he was that early afternoon swaggered in a Fear Of God sweatshirt over a cotton jersey t-shirt and Fear Of God military training shorts jogging up the few steps to her front door wit the Jordan Retro 7s and slightly slouched socks on his feet. He extend his finger, pressing the Ring doorbell. "Y'know what the fuck goin' on, girl. Open the door," he spoke into the doorbell's camera. "Get yo' ass up."
"You don't demand shit here," he overheard through the front door before it opened and exposed Amaury. He figured she was in the middle of getting ready since she only wore a Versace robe and her face half contoured.
"You knew I was comin', yo ass shoulda had the door unlock," he told her as she held the door open, and he walked in. The space smelt good and clean with a couple of their son's toys laying around. "Surprised yo' shit clean. Y'know you like a messy crib."
Amaury simply flipped him off, closing the door. "Where my baby?"
"Back at the crib," he told her and noticed her expression, "He was sleep after whinin' bout that damn suitcase. I wasn't waking him up. Where it's at?"
"His room. I'll be back," she head upstairs, and De looked at the family photo of his mini me, Amaury, her mother, and three brothers that was recent. Soon, she heading back down with the Spiderman suitcase. "Here ya go. Where y'all going anyway?"
"Philly for two days for Trig. Yo' ass need to move closer. Y'know how long I drove wit that fuckin' traffic?"
"Glad you mentioned that," she smiled, clasping her hands together. "There's a spot out in Torrance; it's ten minutes away, I would be the first owner and there's a Montessori school—"
