Quavo's Trip To Cuba

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Quavo

I woke up the next morning with Cuba hair all in my face & mouth. She was knocked out & snoring loud as fuck. I got up sitting at the edge of my bed. My dick was hanging out the top of my sweatpants. Something felt weird but I ignored it. I got up grabbing a towel & wash rag. I walked back to Cuba kissing her cheek then went into the shower starting it up. Once it was hot I got in standing directly under the shower head. I let the water pour of my face & down my body before grabbing soap & washing myself. I then got out stepping into the steam filled bathroom & wrapped my towel around my waist. I brushed my teeth then walked back out to my room. I dried off then pulled out my outfit for today getting dressed. I heard the sheets moving & turned looking at the bed, seeing Cuba was only turning in her sleep. Once I was dressed I grabbed my phone & headed downstairs. It was quiet as hell & no one was in my living room. I walked into the kitchen & Molly sat at the counter eating cereal, already dressed.

"Good morning. How long you been up?" I asked walking over to the fridge grabbing a water bottle.

"Since 6. The power cut back on at 7. The guys left some time after." She said. I nodded my head looking at the time on the stove. It was going on 1.

"You & Cuba had some fun last night huh?" She said stuffing cereal in her mouth. I laughed while shaking my head.

"Y'all heard that huh."

"We couldn't have missed it. The neighbors probably heard y'all too." She said.

I drank from my water bottle and we sat in silence for a while.

"You not gonna eat?" She asked.

"Maybe later. I don't eat breakfast for real." I said as I heard the shower cut on upstairs.

She shook her head & continued to eat.

"Cuba tell you about school?"

"What school?"

"Cosmetology school. She been wanting to do hair since we was in middle school. And we went to this high end school yesterday that Cuba wants to get into. She like it but she don't know if she wanna go anymore."

"Why?"

"It's 250,000 a semester. So all 4 years is gonna cost 2 million."

"The fuck kind of school is that?" I said scrunching my eyebrows.

"It's a private school. People that come out of there go on doing celebrities hair. So Cuba really wants to go."

"Well she needs to go. And I'll pay for it. All of it."

"That's the problem. She doesn't want to be "carried." Molly said making quotation signs with her fingers.

I shook my head while looking down. Why Cuba gotta be so damn stubborn all the time?

"After all the shit I done for her she don't wanna be carried." I said.

"That's the same thing I said."

A moment later I heard footsteps coming down the stairs then Cuba walked into the kitchen. I looked her up & down admiring her outfit & licking my lips. My baby has style. It was basic but still cute on her.