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35

》Rayner Johnson

"I should be asking you the same thing."

I look down at his grey designer cargo pants and white faux fur jacket with white forces.

Stylish as always.

I look down at an excited Mars before picking her up and setting her on my lap.

"Ray!" She smiles brightly, hugging me. I hug her back smiling.

"Hey baby girl, I missed you. How you been?" I chuckle.

"I be good, I miss u too. Papa say he miss—"

"Ain't say nun." TJ interrupts her before she could even start, hands in his jacket pockets.

"Gurl be talking too damn much." I hear him mumbling rolling his eyes.

"Tell me later Mars." I say, whispering in her ear.

She giggles playing with my shirt, "okiee."

I cut my eyes at TJ, "still ain't tell me why you out here."

"Boy I asked first."

"Answer ma question."

He mugs me then looks at all the bags on the table, "...got invited to a party down here so I came. Why not have a little fun? Tired of dealing wit y'all dealers out there."

"I want peace for once." He glances at his daughter giggle to herself on my lap.

"Mhm" is all I can respond with.

"Why you out here? Where JJ?" I watch him take a seat in Del's chair. I glance at the chair before looking back at him.

"He ain't here, I came here wit someone else. Spending time wit ma boyfriend, you in his seat actually...I'd get up before he comes back." I smirk.

He frowns, his expression deepening before laughing, "yeah okay. I could tell by the hundreds of bags. You don't go shopping."

"Who is it?" He asks.

"Me nigga." Del stands beside him holding the chipotle bag in his hand.

"Get out ma seat." He places the bag on the table. He looks at the little girl on my lap then at me.

"Who are they?" He takes in a breath, mugging Mars.

"Dats ma daughter you mugging. Fix it." TJ mugs Del.

"I. don't. give. a. fuck. Get out ma seat like I fucking said." Del mugs him back.

"Chill out yall." I shake my head, "Del this TJ. TJ this Delvin, ma boyfriend."

Mars looks between her dad and Del as I honestly do the same. I don't know what to do with this situation.

All I know is that this is finna be a disaster. Del's not in a good mood and TJ never in a good mood.

This is bad.

Taj scoffs crossing his legs still sitting down. Of course. Nigga never listen.

"Tell this nigga get out ma seat Ray, before I beat the shit out him." Del takes in another breath. TJ clocks his eyes back at Delvin.

"Beat who?" He laughs, "oh you got jokes. Nd stop doing all dat cussing 'round ma daughter."

"Ray." Del repeats.

I set Mariah down on her feet and look at TJ.

"TJ get out the chair and Del stop cussing." I sigh.

TJ gets out the chair making Del smirk, "what I thought bitch." He mumbles making me send him a look.