Noami and Tray are back and they're lives are even more crazier than before. Keep reading to see where they are now.
the sequel of My First Thug, suggest you read that before this one.
I barely slept last night because Tyrone wasn't in the bed with me. I couldn't feel him wiggle and his tiny snores. I was in the kitchen fixing his bottle when Terrance and Destiny came down.
"Good morning sis." Terrance said.
"Morning." I said back.
"You're up early." Destiny said.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep."
"Because of Tray?" she asked.
"Yeah, because someone let him in without telling me or waking me up." I said.
"I told her not to do it." Terrance said snitching.
"I know and I'm sorry, but you had to do."
"It's okay."
"Where is my nephew?" Terrance asked.
"Yeah, this is the time he'll be waking up." Destiny said looking at the clock.
"He's upstairs with Tray. They slept in my room while I slept in Nate's." I said.
"Does he knows what he's doing?" she asked.
"I don't know but I have the bottle ready for them."
I started my way upstairs because I didn't hear him cry and this is the time he usually wakes up. When I walked in, Tyrone and Tray was still asleep and it was the cutest thing. I just had to take a picture and posted it.
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@inlovewithTyrone;daddy's my new pillow❤
I walked into the bathroom and ran a bath. Then he started to cry, I waited in the bathroom for a minute to watch Tray. He went and turned on the light and walked out. They walked back in and Tyrone had the bottle.
I walked out and Tray was putting him in his rocker.
"Good job." I said.
"I know what I'm doing. I did it for a month before I found out it wasn't mine." he said.
"Well, you should know he throws his bottle once he's done with it." I stated.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Next thing you know the bottle went flying to Tray's head.
"Sh*t." he said.
I started laughing and so did Tyrone.
"And then he's laughing about it." he said.
"Yeah, he's a giggly baby and he blows bubbles with his mouth."
"Haha, he's a bad axs." he said.
"No, he's momma's little fat man." I said picking him up.
