Nyella:3 months later
Today was the day of Kyra's and June wedding. Me and Melly was currently getting into it because he just so dumb.
"I'm just saying tho, yeen gotta do allat shit! I said Ian mean to!" He yelled.
"Why you touching it anyways! That was 6 whole ounces! 6! Do you know how hard it is to pump 6 ounces!" I yelled as i breastfed the baby.
His stupid ass made my breastmilk fall and spill.
"What you want me to do Nyella!? I can't do shit but say im sorry! What you want me to pump some milk out my nipple assum!? Huh!?" He asked while squeezing his nipple.
I tried to keep a straight face but i couldn't.
"You don't know how much you irritate me." I said laughing.
"Forreal tho baby im sorry. I know yo ass be struggling to get them tiny ass ounces out." He said coming up to me.
"I was literally so proud of my fucking 6 ounces." I said pouting.
"At least we got some milk frozen so he gone be Ight. Wanna beat my ass?" He asked as he kissed my forehead.
"Yes." I said.
"Ight. After the wedding. You fucking round and we need to be leaving." He said.
"Ian going nowhere til my son fed. He almost done." I said.
"My son, my son, my son. Our son!" He said.
"Our son!" I said mocking him in a high pitch voice.
"Our son!" He said mocking me back.
We kept going back and forth.
"Ight you got it." I said laughing.
"Nigga i know. Aye record my cut fa me." He said.
I smacked my lips and grabbed my phone.
"Nobody care bout that fucked up ass tape. I promise." I said.
"Yoon care but you sit yo pussy on this tape. Ight." He said.
"Shut up. I'm recording." I said.
He pulled his dreads back and started doing the fucking robot.
"Bruh! You aggravating!" I said laughing.
"Ight Ight real shit tho." He said laughing.
He stood straight and i got closer to him to record.
He started biting his lip and making a light skin ass face.
"Bye. I'm not doing this witchu. Like im not. You so fucking unserious. And im fucking posting this." I said laughing.