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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟯
Once Saturday came, the middle Booker Brotha landed in Houston by jet that morning to visit with a child that could possibly be his own. A car awaited his arrival and he got straight in and the driver got right onto the road. His phone vibrated in his pocket, making him lift up slightly to pull out his cell—𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, with a dove emoji was on his screen requesting to FaceTime. He answered, and once the video connects, Dover smiled into the webcam on her end.
"Hey, papa!" the prominent figure spoke with her gentle voice.
"Whud up, baby!" De greeted, grinning wide. "Look at you lookin' all bright and beautiful. Lemme see you."
Dover was happy to move back and give her man a full-body view with a little fun dance..
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De bit his bottom lip, "I'm ready to hold you, baby. Why you all happy and glowing and shit?"
"Welll," she popped her tongue, getting back in her webcam, "My baby book doing numbers and I bought one. My family did, too. My dad knows you are in Houston today. If he blow up ya phone, don't blame me."
De chuckled, "He can. I fuck wit ya Pops." he said as she looked off to her phone, "That's him?"
"Chile, yes. He tryna see if you landed. He swear."
