Sunday pov
"Okay Dave"
Dave has my head everywhere right now. All that we have been through it's hard to know if I can trust him or not. I'm gonna give it a shot though, If not for me my beautiful children.
I just need him to know, I didn't forget about that juice box bitch. I'm handling that after I leave work tonight.
"What's ole girl address again?" I said staring up at him putting the most innocent look on my face.
"I thought we was off this Sunday? I told you I'm going to handle it." David spoke slightly pushing off me.
I can see I'm frustrating him, I don't give a fuck tho. That bitch gotta die for putting her hand on my baby.
"David you either give me that address or you can find a park bench to lay your head." I'm dead ass serious too.
"473 FDR Drive, don't get locked mama fr." He said side eyeing me while I typed in the address.
Bitch please, this nigga gonna have to scream free me.
"Yeah whatever. Get out my kitchen I gotta hurry up and finish cooking, I cannot be late tonight." I said turning around chopping up the potatoes.
"What you can't be late for ?"
He need to focus on why the police looking for him, not me.
"I gotta work tonight." I spoke dryly, ready for this food to be done.
Omgggg please don't argue with me.
"Ight well be safe mama." He replied kissing my forehead.
Tf going on ??
Side eyeing him I decided to just nod my head and continue cooking, I don't need no headache tonight.
"Where the kids at though, you bringing them back tonight right?" He asked completely dismissing the subject.
"I can, if you can handle it by yourself. your brothers are gonna fall asleep after they eat." I giggled slightly.
"Yeah mama as long as you tell me what to do, I'll follow all your instructions I promise." He sounds so genuine.
Let's give it a try, what's the worst thing that could happen right?
