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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

KAZIMIR MORANT
APRIL 22; MONDAY

"A ORANGE CRIB is crazy work rhyan." Kazimir told his girlfriend sending her a side eye.

"No it's not, really. I don't want his crib to be like everybody else's, I want it to be off the wall. Like shit I find from thrift stores. And I want a room he can grow into, something that we won't have to constantly change." She explained.

"What you mean? Show me an example." He told her to get a better understanding. He agreed about trying to switch it up though.

Rhyan pulled up her Pinterest and to a specific board she made just for his room. "Ok see look. I guess you could say retro, and above the crib could be like 'welcome to my crib'. I already seen the sign on Etsy."

"But where would this orange crib come in at? What would there be to tie the orange in." He asked her since he was really trying to understand her concept.

"Okay so look. Some would call it retro, so you see like some blues, some yellows and oranges, some greens, and here they even have a checkered wall. Ion wanna do the checkered wall but yeah." She tried explaining again.

Rhyan and Kazimir spent the next hour figuring out the theme of their baby's room. They even ordered a few things. But not the crib, only because they were still debating. 

They were cuddled up on the couch, and watching Young Sheldon as their bodies were entangled with one another.

"Don't kill yo self doing that weird shit rhyan." He told her seriously, scolding her from trying to match his breathing.

"What. What am I doing?" He only rolled his eyes and she laughed. "Okay, I'm sorry." She spoke before she wanted to start bothering him once more.

Weirdly , she started to lick on his neck, but was stopped by him grabbing her. "Girl gone with that weird ass shit." He chuckled although it was turning him on a bit. "Tryna start sum." He mumbled.

"Mhm. Yes I am." She confirmed his thoughts. She was bored and pregnant, what did he think.

"No you not getting nothing cause you aggravating. You like lickin people necks and stuff." he let her down and she started to frown.

"Please." She practically begged, sitting up, slyly trying to rub her hands over his sweatpants. A small yelp erupted from her when he grabbed her, picking her up and going up the stairs.

She had asked for it so he was gonna give it to her. "Alright what you wanna do?" he asked her, giving her full         on what she wanted to do.

"No. What do you want me to do?" She asked him instead and he shrugged, licking over his lips. Silently deciding for a minute or two, he had made up his mind.