Exchange (Sequel)

°Chapter 8

"Okay everyone it's time to cut the man of the hour cake," the DJ said into the microphone.

"Follow the beautiful woman." He said the extra part referring to Elia.

"Well, Ty I guess a lot of people have to die today."

"Shut up and let's go see him blow his candles."

"Happy birthdayyyy too you. How old are you?" Everyone said in unison.

"Two."

"How old are you?"

"Two."

"Okay! Now make a wish mommy baby."

"What was your wish?", Lamia asked.

"Nun of," Lamia cut him off.

"Unuh don't get smart with me little boy. I'll whoop you in front if your mother. She gave me permission too."

"Swrry TT," he told her.

"That's what I thought."

Lamia meet eyes with someone she never thought she'd see at Armani party.

"Lia gotta talk to you ASAP."

"Let me finish cutting this cake."

"I'll take it from here." Armin sneaked up behind. "Go see what your girl got to gossip on." He kissed her lips.

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"See that shit Ty? That shit hurts me I'm about to go talk to her."

"Ight bro. Good luck I'll come get you out the hospital if I have to."

"Or, you might have to get me out of jail."

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"What girl?," she questioned her friend. "You ain't see me cutting my son cake?"

"I did but lo--." She was interrupted

"Hello ladies. Can I borrow Elia?"

"Devin what the fuck are you doing here?" A lot of on lookers caught their scenery.

"Baby what's the matter?" Armin ran to her side. "Is there a problem you scared me with that yelling."

"No, I'm fine just catching up with a friend." She said through gritted teeth.

"Okay," he kissed her temple and walked off.

"What the he--."

"No Elia and Devin do this later."

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"Okay baby I'll Face time you. Have a nice night little man." He gave her a kiss and hugged them both before he left their home.

"I'll take Armani over with me, Tyler, and the kids. Don't worry bugs you just hold your ground." Lamia told her friend. She looked down at Armani.

"Come on Mani," she reached her hand out. "You're spending the night with Tt."

"Otay." They walked off into the house.

Elia cleaned up her house until there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Its Devin."

She went to open the door ready to scream.

"Why the hell are you here? What's the purpose?"

"Is it true Elia?"

"Is what true?"

"Don't play fucking stupid with me Lia." He screamed. "Is it true that Armani is my fucking son?"

"Oh-- Mister Booker wants to come yelling in my home," she threw the rag she had in her hand on the floor.