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S L I M A Z Z📍: Jean Ave, Moneague

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S L I M A Z Z
📍: Jean Ave, Moneague.
🗓 : February 17.

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"40 inch buss down" Nia laugh snapping her fingers hyping me up.

"You know this bitch black" I turned around to say grinning.

"Anyways, I didn't call you to show you mi yacki express" My smile grew tremendously as I reached over taking up one of the pregnancy test.

Holding it in the camera I lift up my shirt turning to the side--showing the extremely tiny bump that started creeping in.

Nia gasped, her hand going up to cover her lips, before a loud scream rippled from her.

"STOP--OH MY GOD" She squealed, "I can't believe it--how far?" She inquired a smile stretching across her face.

"2 months, I know I'm barely showing mi mawga and my baby is tiny" I pouted running my fingers over the small bump on my lower abdomen.

"I'm manifesting a girl" She giggled, my own smile also growing.

"Same"

"Nuh seh suh man" I rolled my eyes when Jay spoke from the far end of my bed.

Yes, he won't leave my side and is still trying to persuade me to come live with him again.

Killy killy nuh deh pon dat.

"Don't mind him" I fanned him away dropping my shirt.

"I'm not, anywho congrats Sissy--I know you'll make an amazing mother since you're basically the mother for us" She chuckled.

"Thank you baby, I have to be the mother for us since yuh reckless" I rolled my eyes and she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes before she had to hung up, a call from her workplace interrupting us and forcing us to finish our conversation another time.

Taking my phone in my hand I turned around my eyes landing on tahjay who was still sitting on my bed--stareing at nothing in particular.

He inhaled deeply from the blunt, then slowly exhaled, shaking his head as the smoke wafted away.

My brows frowned.

A wahmu tuh him? He was just okay.

Should I?

Clearing my throat, I approached him, standing face-to-face, but he remained lost in thought, his gaze elsewhere.

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