Tyra was hired to babysit a baby boy named Alex for one of the most famous basketball players that also had an older son walking in his fathers steps.
I believe that's all you need to know to know where things might go....or do you?
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I woke up to my alarm clock going off. It was 11 and Mrs. CURRY needed me at 12.
I got up, hopped in the shower, and came out wearing this.
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My hair started to curl up again so I just put it in a bun; I didn't feel like straightening it today.
I hopped in my car and drove to Ahmad's house.
I rung on the door bell and a few seconds later, Ahmad opened it wearing a white suit.
"Ooo, babe you look good," I said as I stepped inside.
"Is that Tyra?," Mrs. Curry yelled.
"Yes," Ahmad yelled as he hugged and kissed me.
His mom came around the corner and hugged me.
"I'm glad your back," she said.
I laughed. "Me too."
"Welp, we have to go. We'll see you in a couple of hours okay?"
"Okay," I smiled.
"Stephen?!," she yelled.
"I'm coming!," he yelled back as he held Alex. He handed him to me and smiled.
They headed out the door and the last thing Ahmad did was wink at me before he closed it.
I shook my head while smiling and headed toward the kitchen.
I sat Alex down and did my daily morning routine with him. After that, we sat down and started to watch TV.
"Neverland Pirates, how could I forget," I smiled as he started to pat the couch.
About an hour later, he fell asleep and I put him in his crib. I love that little baby, he's like my own child.
It was about three hours later when Kenzie called me.
"Wassup?," I said as I laid across the couch.
"I was wondering if you wanted some shoes? I don't know what their called but they look pretty fye to me."
"Awww. You at work today?"
"Yep, the mall was pretty crowded today. But the shoes are Jordans and they sexy so I'm going to buy them for you anyway whether you like it or not," she said as I heard people talking in the background.
"How much do they cost bruh?"
"$230," she stated. I gasped. There was no way I was going to let her buy that for me.
"Kenzie, are you crazy? That's too high for some shoes!"
"So, I know you going for this new style and this is the style. The shoes will bring you to life, I promise you."
"Kenzie, your not buying those for me," I stated.
"Too late," she said as I heard a cashier giving her some change back.
