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𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 groaned, stretching his arms and legs as he lightly shook in the process, attempting to get up, but felt arms around his torso.
"Where are you going?" Ashanti mumbled, her eyes closed.
"To the bathroom, you crushing my baby, ma." He turned her from laying on her stomach.
"Boy, that is not how it works. The baby is fine." She giggled, covering her mouth when she yawned.
"I gotta go to the studio for the day.." He told her, watching her face frown up instantly.
"Why? You're done with the al—Dayvon, I thought you were taking the day off? I wanted to have a damn pool day or something because you barely fucking here and now you leaving again nigga?" She sat up, holding her stomach.
"I know bu—."
"Bye, Kazyn. I'm not gone argue. Stupid ass." She rolled her eyes, turning over to face Alyssa, closing her eyes.
"Ashanti, don't do that fat ma." He rubbed her waist, smacking his lips when she pushed his hand away from her.
Letting out a low sigh, he walked into the bathroom, starting a shower for himself, beginning to undress.
He didn't want Ashanti to be irritated the whole day, which was why he was trying to get out of bed as smoothly as possible, but she wasn't that heavy of a sleeper, unfortunately.
𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, he was tucking his gun, and pulling his shirt over, before grabbing his keys, wallet, and his phone.
Looking over, he seen Ashanti staring at him as he got ready to leave.
"I love you, aight? Don't be mad at me, I got you tomorrow." He hugged her, smiling once she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you too. Be safe." She sighed, kissing the side of his face.
"Always ma. Tell Lyssa where I went for me." He replied, leaving out the bedroom, checking his phone as he made his way down the stairs.
