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𝟯 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥...
"Trei Harris Booker scores the winning point and USA are the CONCACAF Gold Cup champions!" The sports commentator shouted in excitement over the TV.
"Let's goooo!" De and Javon leaped up from the couch and smacking hands with one another, watching the soccer championship game versus Panama.
"No!" Dover rushed in back into screening room with fresh popcorn and her mouth full, "Trei made the winning shot and I missed it?"
"Hooray, Trei!" Jozi Booker, the two year old of Jayla and De, stood up on her mother's lap grinning and clapping. She held a soft blend of matte cinnamon skin and dark brown curly ponytail.
"He done that move I taught em," Nineteen year old Javon said, grinning and biting into a Twix.
"Shut up, nigga, you ain't teach shit." De joked, "That was all Dada."
"Calling yourself Dada when it's not to kids four and under is disappointing," Wyze said, joining everyone else in the screening room with her used to be and their house pet, Ginger, trailing her heels.
The sight of Jozi made Ginger leap onto Jayla's lap with the two year old and snuggled up with her.
"Isn't it, though?" Dover agreed with Wyze, who sat beside her and dug a hand into her popcorn. The singer relaxed her hand on Wyze's pregnant belly.
"Oh y'all talkin' shit?" De laughed with them.
Dover paused to check the recent text she just received. "Go open the door, De. And we need to get ready. Romeo's bday dinner starts in a hour."
"Aight Ima go get the door, Javon wake up yo' brotha, and everybody get dressed. It's already gon' be awkward a li'l bit at this dinner."
At once, everyone starts to stand up from the couch and Javon asked, "Why it's bouta be awkward?"
