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2:55 pm
I sucked my teeth as Tremani picked up the phone.
"I know we're not on good terms I just wanted to wish you happy birthday, enjoy your day." I told him.
"Appreciate it, Armani." He said, short.
I sighed. "Alright well bye, have fun." I hanged up.
"Who you think he in DR with?" Paris squint her eye at me as I bit into my green grape.
"He said Devin and them." I told her.
"Hold up because I'm in Devin close friends on my fake account." She said, pulling out her phone.
I chuckle, rubbing my stomach with my right hand.
Paris eyes popped. "Ima beat this nigga ass."
"What?" I ask, snatching the phone and it was Devin on the plane with some sugar cookie bitch.
The camera turn over to Tremani and he was sitting by himself, thank God.
"Ou." Paris hopped off the couch, jumping up and down. "I am going to beat that nigga ass so bad."
"Aren't y'all broken up?" I ask her.
"We haven't even been broken up for that long, how could that bitch move on so fucking fast?" Paris cross her arms.
"Yea, I understand." I nod my head.
"I hate that nigga, ouuuu." Paris said walking into the kitchen. "I'm about to go key his cars because I know they out there."
"You sure that's his new girlfriend or just a fling?" I ask her.
"Can I drive your car?" Paris ask.
"Yea, sure." I told her.
When Paris in her mood, I just agree with everything she says because I don't want her to be in a worst mood. I can't do anything but support her delusionals, I mean she's my sister. When she takes it further than normal then I'll step up other then that I'm not her mom, fuck am I supposed to tell her, No?
"Ima beat him and that bitch." Paris said.
"Well, maybe not the girl. She probably don't know anything about you." I said taking a sip of my glass of cucumber water.
"You right." Paris roll her eyes. "I want to beat somebody ass though, when you think they're coming back?"
"Tremani didn't tell me, but no more than four days I believe." I told her, since it's the end of November. I wouldn't believe Tremani would miss the birth of my baby that could potentially be his.
"Okay, Ima pick up my homegirls and ride to his house, trash that bitch and key his car." Paris explained.
"Tuh, do you girl." I told her, taking another sip of my cucumber water.
I shouldn't be instigating this but this bitch is crazy and it's kind of funny, I also know she would do it for real.
I rest my hand on the bottom of my stomach as my son kicked. "Boy, you hurting me." I mumbled.
next day, 4:14 pm
I wipe the kitchen counters with the red rag hearing knocking at the front door.
I honestly been so bored being on maternity leave. All I do is clean, wash clothes and lay down all day.
I swung the door open to come face to face with Jourdan.
"Hey." He said, eyes low and red.
"Hi, you good?" I ask, as he walk straight into the house.
"Yea, I'm cool." He said. "We gotta talk."
"I don't feel like arguing." I said, resting my hand on my back.
"Bro would you just shut the fuck up and listen to me." Jourdan semi yelled.
"Who the fuck are you talking to?" I raise my voice. "Get the fuck out if you going to get to talking crazy."
"This why a mu'fucka can't talk to you, I hate the bitch you became Armani. Real shit who the fuck are you right now?" Jourdan said.
"Get the fuck out, get out!" I yell. "Watch your fucking mouth when you're talking to me."
Jourdan put his hands up. "I'm gone, fuck you."
"Fuck you, I don't need you. I don't need none of you niggas." I spat.
"Stay the fuck away from me and my son, both of you bastard ass niggas." I added before slamming the door shut.
