One Day At A Time ( A Justin Combs and Diggy Simmons Story)

Chapter 5

|De'Ann's POV|

"Um... Yes, hello? Hi, my name is De'Ann, and I was on Realtor.com and I came across a house you had for lease on there. I was wondering if the house is still able to be purchased?"

Justin was standing on the other side of the island, stuffing his mouth with a family size bag of Lays chips. "What they say?"

I put my fingers against my lips, telling him to hush.

"Uh-huh, so I can come by and take a look?" I nodded my head while I wrote the information that was being given to me down.

"Okay and what day you said you'll be available? Thursday. ...Okay, thank you! See you soon. Bye bye."

Justin slid around to my side, standing over my shoulders. "How many bedrooms does that house have?" He asked as he smacked in my ear and touched the screen with his greasy, salty hand.

I giggled moving his hand. "God, you're a child."I whispered shaking my head with a smile, "But it has five, but on the site it says six. So that's a no, but we can still go check it out if you want."

He put his hands down on the table, leaning his weight against my back.

"Yeah we can check it out." He pulled the paper to him looking over it, "Yeah I'm not busy Thursday."

"Justin, please sit down! You too damn heavy to be leaning on me like that." I laughed and pushed him off.

He chuckled, "Fine." Sucking his fingers, he pulled a seat up beside me, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Look at that one." he pointed at the screen.

I looked at him like he was crazy. "The damn house looked like Dora the Explorer's family was living in it. You not serious, right?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong wit' it? Plus, in the description, it says 6 bedroom." He pointed to the little information box beneath the house.

"It looks like Dora threw up on it."

His drew up this smile that was very conniving. So I knew he was about to say something slick. "You look like a little Mexican anyways. Ole red ass." He grabbed a good handful of my butt.

I couldn't help but to laugh. "OMG, I knew it! I saw it coming! You always saying that!"

Playfully, I pushed him then removed his arms from around me.

"You even sound like one, baby. 'You always say that!'" He mocked me in his best Spanish accent. Next, in a chuckle, he got up and grabbed a glass from the cabinet.

My lips twitched from me trying to hold back my laughter. Rolling my eyes, I beamed, "I don't sound like that."

"Yeah, yeah." He sat down to a glass of orange juice.

"Oooo!" I grabbed his glass, taking it to the head.

Justin looked at me in shock then snatched his glass. "Dee, what the fuck? I just got that juice."

I smiled, looking at the screen. "Yo babe, look at this one!" I turned the laptop towards him.

"All that good work I teach you in the bed room pays off. " he smiled grabbing the laptop.

My mouth dropped open. I smacked him upside the head. "Justin!"

He kissed my cheek. "Oh, shut up! This one is nice: six bedrooms, plus a movie room and work out room. It even has three full bathrooms and two half's."

"Ooo, that is nice and it's perfect for a babyroom as well, 'cause I want the baby to have a bathroom in his room."

Justin looked at me. "Did I hear you right? Did you say baby?"