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3 Weeks Later
"What you think it's gon' be, gang?" Durk questioned Dayvon as they rode to the party. They were out at the store for Jhené, so they decided to just meet them at the gender reveal party.
"Uh, Ion know, to be honest. I want a lil' me, doe. But, Ion mind having another baby girl." Dayvon shrugged, looking out the window as Durk pulled up to the venue, many people outside, mostly family members.
"Well I think it's gon be a boy and a girl in one." Booka said, sitting in the backseat with Muwop, and everyone looked at him.
"Shut the fuck up." Dayvon mushed his head back.
"Look at yo' wife, nigga." Durk lightly tapped Von's chest before pointing, and Von lowly cursed to himself, turning around to grab the plastic bowl of Pineapples before getting out the car.
"Here, mama." Dayvon handed her the bowl, and she sniffed, taking it from him as Brooklyn rubbed her back.
"What took you so long?" Jhené's voice cracked, and then Dayvon looked over at Brooklyn with a confused expression since he only took fifteen minutes at the most.
"Ian even take that l—."
"Stop talking to me. Give me my stuff." She snatched the pineapples from him, wiping her tears.
"You messed up yo' makeup, lil' foe 'nem." He stood up straight, and she rolled her eyes.
"It wouldn't be messed up if you didn't take so long with my stuff." She retorted, and he smacked his lips, walking away, over to Tasha, who held Kimani in her arms.
"What?" Tasha looked at him, rocking a sleeping Kimani in her arms.
"She going through her moods again. I'm not gon' entertain it." He spoke, feeling Jhené's eyes on him, which made him turn, seeing her watching him with a pout on her face.
