The Trip

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Domo's POV

My niggas flew me out to Miami for my birthday this morning. All my niggas out here. Even JaQuan bummin ass decided to come. Not down talking my bro but he been a mess since Jelani left him. All that nigga do is smoke weed and trap all damn day. I'm not saying something wrong with that but that nigga need to move on. But I ain't told Lani we down here yet but I'm calling her in a few.

"Aye man we hitting up Skyline tonight." Mack said coming in the room.

"Ight. But before that I'm introducing y'all to somebody. So y'all niggas be ready by 12." I said referring to Jelani.

Jelani's POV

I woke up at about 8:45. Trey wasn't on me anymore. Neither was Dj still laying in the bed. They're around here somewhere. My condo ain't that damn big.

I got in the shower for about 20 minutes. I got out, dried off and did my hygiene. I put on some cocoa butter lotion and a white bra and pantie set from Victoria Secret. I put on a purple crew neck, destructed khaki shorts, and my Grape 5s. I put my curly hair into a messy bun. I put in my purple diamond earrings and on my silver locket. I don't usually wear make up so I just put on a little carmex.

I picked up my phone and called Domo. Today was his birthday.

Domo- Yo?

Me- Happy Birthday lil nigga.

Domo- Thanks ma.

Me- So how it feel to be 20?

Domo- Good as fuck. But what you getting into this morning?

Me- Nothing why?

Domo- FedEx should be bringing your package at about 1 or 2.

Me- What I told you about sending me stuff.

Domo- Shut up and say thank you.

Me- I'll say thank you when it get here.

Domo- Ight ma. Call me later.

Me- Ight bro.

I walked around to the living room and seen Trey on the couch watching Spongebob. I sat with him.

"Hey Trey." I said picking him up and placing him on my lap.

"Hey nani." That's what he called me because he can't say Lani. It was so cute.

"Where is your daddy?" I asked him.

"Kischen." He babbled jumping in my lap then laughing.

Trey is a spitting image of his father. Same eyes, same nose, same skin complection, same freckles, same everything. I can tell he'll be a little heart breaker when he's older.

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