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𝗪𝗣𝗕.𝗙𝗟📍🌴 𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟰𝗧𝗛, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝟭𝟭:𝟭𝟭𝗔𝗠
♥𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗜 𝗥𝗔𝗬♥
Over the weeks passed, Yani and Samurai had been enjoying their free time together. The two couldn't lie or fake like they haven't been more gleeful or things couldn't be greater.
This relationship was a first for both and the experience has been going substantial so far.
Yani finished all 6 of her pottery pieces, she and Samurai finished painting the 5 urns, but as of right now they were wrapping up painting her very last one.
Yani was sitting on top of Samurai's lap, as he sat on a chair stool in front of her art table.
"Ma, soo who dis one fa?" he asked as he reached his arm around her to sway his brush in motion on top of the mini urn.
"My friend's daughter." Was all she said concentrating on her brush as she stroked it in motion.
"Damn, I'll crash if I lose my jit." He trailed, shaking his head.
"Can't cap dis shit peaceful as fuck, I see why my brudda into painting." He cooed as he slid his hands on her belly.
"Mir?"
"Yuh."
"Mm. Will I be seeing him today?" she asked nervously.
She doesn't like bringing Samir up anymore unless Samurai mentions him.
"Prolly, dats if he slide today." He said dryly, rubbing her belly in circles.
"Yay, I really hope your family likes me. I'm actually nervous."
"My people go fuck wit yu fasho." He reassured, placing his brush down on top of a piece of newspaper.
"Like what should I wear?"
Samurai's family was having a block party today at Sameka's apartment.
"We go match, wid dem pink Lanvins I got yu."
"Ohhh yeaaa, I haven't got to wear them yet."
She said, placing her brush down and shuffling her body around to now be facing him sitting on his lap.
