Met her in LA, flew her out the state
Tryna make her my out of state bae
And I ain't buy you Prada yet, but I'm proud of you, bae
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Date: March 8th Time: 3:21 pm Location: Home | Game room
Zyaire was currently in his dad's game room, playing the game with the boys as Kiya was downstairs.
He didn't exactly know what she was doing but she told him she was straight and to just play his game.
He heard pots and pans downstairs so he was assuming she was cooking something.
He was proved right as the door to the game room walked in and in walked Kiya with two plates and two drinks in her hand.
"Hi papa. Are you hungry? If not I can take it back downstairs. And I didn't know what you wanted to drink but if you want something else I can-" Kiya rambled as she stood in front of her Zyaire.
"Y'all hold up." Zyaire said into the mic before he slid off his headphones. "Mama, chill. Everything looks great. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Are you sure?" Kiya looked down at him worriedly as he slid the plate and drink out of her hand.
"Yes, I'm sure. Come sit and eat wimme." He scooted over, guiding her down on the couch.
Kiya sat down beside him as Zyaire turned the game off, going to Netflix.
They finished Empire and had started watching On My Block per Kiya's request.
(a/n: that show was so good until they made that dumbass freeridge version)
"This shit good as fuck, mama. You made more." Zyaire questioned as he ate bigger spoonfuls off his plate.
"Yeah. Do you want me to get you some more?" Kiya asked, about to stand up as she swallowed her food.
"No you straight. I got it." Zy stood up, kissing her forehead before leaving the room.
He walked downstairs, making the mistake of accidentally jogging downstairs and into the kitchen.
Zyaire set his plate down, grabbing at his chest as he started wheezing a little bit.
He started coughing, quickly walking over and hovering down in front of the sink.
He grabbed his chest as he continued coughing, not missing the blood that was coming up.
He mentally cursed himself as he heard small footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
His cough started calming down as his throat felt insanely dry.
He quickly turned on the faucet and was thankful that the sink was empty as he rinsed the blood out before Kiya could see.
"Zy?" He heard her soft voice, making him look over as he saw Kiya come into the kitchen with her plate.
