"LAYLA!! STOP JUMPING ON THAT COUCH!!!" Racheal yelled at her three year old daughter.
"Nononono Mason! DO NOT PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH!!" She shouted while grabbing the rock from her nine month old son.
I just laugh and pick up the hyper Layla off the couch and give Mason his chewy.
"Thank you." Racheal sighed out.
I just nod and play with Layla.
I tickle her and her platinum blonde hair falls around her.
Layla's giggles fill the house and Mason starts laughing once he sees his big sister laughing.
I stop tickling Layla and we look at each other silently planning what was about to happen.
We start walking towards Mason slowly and his little giggles stop and his eyes widen when he realizes what's about to happen.
Me and Layla tickle Mason until we hear someone clear their throat behind us.
I turn around to see Marcus standing in the doorway.
"Hello Marcus." I say kindly.
"Camille. Where's Racheal?" He asked.
"She went into the kitchen last I saw her." I told him.
"DADDY!!" Layla screamed once she realized he was actually there.
She ran up to him and jumped into his arms.
"Aunty Mille and I were playing with Mason." She told her father excitedly.
"Oh were you know?" He said. "Sounds like you guys have had fun." He spoke glaring at me.
"I'll be leaving now." I said grabbing my stuff.
"Aunty Mille will you come back again?" Layla asked with hope.
"I don't know kid." I spoke honestly then I walked out of the house.
"Why did my best friends mate have to be a middle class man?" I asked myself when I entered the lower class town.
