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The next day Fatima took off work, of course. Zac was in his mancave while she was making him a sandwich. She came down with his sandwich and a water sitting it on the table in front of him.

Zac: thank you baby

Fatima grabs his face and kisses him

Fatima: you're welcome handsome

Zac: babe can you step on my back? it hurts

Fatima: what did you do to it?

Zac: im old

Fatima: nigga shut up. i'm not stepping on it what if i break it?

Zac: im the only back breaker around here come on please

Fatima: boy. come on

Zac lays on the floor and Fatima steps on his back. All they heard were cracks.

Fatima: boy what the hell

Zac: that's why my shit was hurting

Fatima: yea imma give you a massage later

Zac: a massage?

Fatima: not that type of massage nasty

Zac: damn

Zac gets up and sits back on the couch and Fatima begins to walk back upstairs

Zac: you not eating with me?

Fatima: you know i am, i gotta go get mine

Zac: sit down, ill get it *getting up*

Fatima: Zachary sit down i got it

Zac: you made them ill go get it, you want a water too? and you're carrying my precious cargo

Fatima: *sitting down* fine yes a water and apple juice please

Zac: the queen asks and she shall receive

Zac goes upstairs and gets Fatima's food and her drinks. Before he walked back downstairs he ran outside and picked a flower for Fatima. He put it behind his ear, went back in, got the food, and went downstairs.

Zac: *setting her food down* mi lady

Fatima: thank you baby

Zac: of course *handing her the flower* pretty flower for the pretty lady

Fatima just looked at him. She got emotional because no matter what Zac was going through he always made her feel good. That made her fall more in love with him.

Fatima: you're gonna make me cry

Zac: why?

Fatima: because you're so sweet to me

Zac: cause i love you

Fatima: i don't like how you just turned me out to a lil bitch. i used be a thug. i mean i still am but now i love all this soft shit

Zac: that's what love does to you baby

Fatima: i like it but i don't

Zac: love it baby * kissing her lips* you want to pray or me?

Fatima: i always pray over lunch stop trynna steal my flow

Zac: my bad go ahead

Fatima prays and they start eating.

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