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11/17/22 10:34 am.
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i felt a faint kiss on my lips, waking me up.

"pretty ass." nardo mumbled.

i opened my eyes and looked at him as he stood over me while i layed in bed, before closing them again.

"baby, wake da fuck up." he spoke before laughing, reaching his hand down the covers i was under, rubbing down the side of my naked body.

"no." i mumbled.

"um 'hi bout yes?" he placed his hands under my arm pits, using his strength to pull me up, to sit up in bed.

i placed one arm across my chest to hold my breasts.

"guh 'fuck wrong witchu?" he mugged me before looking down to my breasts.

"you know yo shit sit pretty." he leaned in and used two hands to cup them together as he placed a kiss on each one.

i sighed as i dragged my hands down my face.

"can you wake up fr 'doe mama? please." he looked at me.

"why? it's only-" i looked to the alarm clock on our nightstand: 8:52 a.m

"but you been sleep 'fa too long i 'wan talk to you." he pouted a little.

"okay, hi papa." and he smiled at the name i called him.

"wassup luv?" he smiled coming close to kiss me on the cheek.

i rubbed my eyes, and let out a yawn.

"cmon can we go cook? i'm hungry 'eh hell." he looked to me.

i smacked my teeth. "is that why you woke me up?" i asked him.

he smacked his teeth too. "guh ain't i say i wanted to talk to you?" he looked at me like i was dumb.

i tilted my head at him.

"i 'wan talk to you while we cook." he smiled.

"lemme get myself together." i spoke.

"n lemme help you." he cheesed, and i made a face.

"what? ain't dat like my job as 'yo man?" he stood up straight, and did a salute.

i loved when he was corny like this, because he's only like this when he's with me.

as we walked into the kitchen, i opened the cabinet and lifted my arm to reach for a bowl.

nardo came over and held my waist to move me aside for him to grab a bowl for me.

"i got it." i lied.