JUST CREEPIN'

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JUST CREEPIN'

KAMARION MONTGOMERY
JULY 6th, SATURDAY EVENING

"PLEASE BABY? I love you so so much." Jourie pouted, standing infront of her husband, using her eyes to allure him into giving in to what she was asking of him.

"You always talking about how I want designer jeans, and especially purple brand—but now you see they got this cute ass skirt and you all of a sudden love them." Bam shook his head.

"Are we looking at the same thing? It's so beautiful, I could rock that shit once I drop my kids." She poked her hip out, placing her palm on it.

Bam laughed, the skirt was really pretty, but it was over three hundred dollars, so she was laying it on thick. She could've bought it herself, but Jourie was spoiled, and he knew that.

Waving her off he looked back down at the paperwork sitting in front of him. "I'll get it ma." He promised her, but she only placed her hand in her hip.

"Baby you don't understand, the shit is gonna go outta stock. You gotta get it now." She ignored the fact that she had her own money, and instead opted on spending his.

Shaking his head he kept his eyes glued to the paper with the blue pen resting between his lengthy fingers. "Get my card out my wallet and do it Jourie, I'm doing something." He muttered.

She smiled brightly, placing her hand on the bottom of her belly before she waddled out of the kitchen towards their bedroom.

A few moments later she reappeared with his wallet, and her MacBook. She liked to order things on her laptop opposed to her phone, because it made her feel more adultish.

"So baby I was thinkin'..." Bam trailed off before looking up at Jourie who was now the focused one. She was trying to hurry up before her skirt went out of stock. She would cry. "For the girls names, what about..." That caught her attention.

She glanced up. They had came to an agreement that Jourie could come up with their middle names, and he could come up with their first names. As long as they both agreed to everything that was how it would be.

"Maybe. Kamourie, and Jamaria." He proposed, watching the wheels in her head turn.

"Okay, I really like Kamourie, so I'm gonna say yes to that. But for Jamaria, I think we should put that in the maybe pile in case we come across something much better." She explained.

He tilted his head, he was satisfied with her answer but he still wanted to know why. "Okay, but what's wrong with Jamaria though."

She hummed for a second, starting to order her piece of clothing. "It's really cute, but I just want one twin to start with and A, and one to start with K, but Kamourie is really beautiful." She nodded her head in approval.

Jourie was thirty-eight weeks pregnant and she could've set an appointment for a c-section and had her babies by now, but she really was trying to avoid getting cut open. So now she was just patiently waiting for her water to break.

It's wasn't likely that she would carry for full term because she was having twins, so she knew the day was coming and she was so scared it wasn't funny. In less than two weeks she would be a mother to not one but two babies.

"That's understandable, I can work with that. Give me til tomorrow." He nodded his head determined to come up with the perfect names for his daughters. He was happy she at least liked the one he liked the most. That made him feel better.

Both of them grew silent until Jourie finished purchasing her skirt, and did a cute little clap once her order was confirmed. "Yayyyy!" She celebrated, "Now I have to actually find a outfit for it." She deflated causing him to laugh.