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Exclusive #5 - You're Disqualified.

                                             Exclusive #5: You’re Disqualified.

Today… was absolutely HEAVEN! When the kids was in school, Jacob and I chilled. Chilled as in we made love all day. Of course, today was my day off and I’ve planned to rest, but I postponed that. Other than the nights, I figured that I need to spend some time with Jacob.

But since you already know Jacob and I’s relationship is never on it’s way down the drain hopefully, I should keep my mouth shut on that and let you kids focus on the relationship over to the other side. And when I mean by that, you should know that Ashton’s new boyfriend, Khalil, is coming over for dinner later on—or any minute, since it’s six PM. As I’m being introduced by Ashton’s new beau, I already have questions that I’ll ask. And no, I’m not gonna embarrass Ashton.

Oh, what we having for dinner? Since Jacob wanna give us a reminder that he’s consider himself the “minority” in the household, he’s halfway finish cooking grilled chicken with rice. Mexican rice of course. That is honestly one foreign delicious dish and you’ll love it if you never tried it. Sometimes, Ashton and Danalynne always beg him to cook it as a snack or dinner, haha.

“Chres, baby, may you spray a little more Febreeze in the living room please?” Jacob requested from the kitchen as he was stirring the rice.

“But I did three times already and it didn’t smell like hot se—ugh, forget it,” I sighed, giving up on my sentence and placed my lit up Black & Mild in the glass ashtray.

“I got it,” Danalynne appeared in the living room.

“Thank you Danny,” I praised. “Though, you don’t have to do it.”

“I’m afraid of mom more but first, let me take a selfie,” she mentioned as she whipped out her phone that I’ve recently bought her and began to make little funny faces on her front camera.

“Never mind,” I raised up my eyebrows and I ejected myself from the couch. “And I see that you call Jacob—”

“Don’t speak of it!” Danalynne pointed her index finger to express body language as her eyes widen a little.

“Why—”

“Because I don’t think that he’s paying any mind,” Danalynne whispered. “Yet.”

“You’re so damn dramatic,” I shook my head. “Just like your ‘mom’.”

“Grraugh! You’re making it seem obvious!” she quickly responded with a little frustration.