In and Out |Dave East| editing.

Chapter 19

"IT'S MONDAY BAYBEH CAMERON." I yelled into his room scaring the hell outta him.

"Its time to get ready for school my little scholar."

Trying to keep his eyes opened because of his bedroom light I laughed while starting his bath.

"When you're done come down and eat, okay babe."

He nodded walking slowly into the bathroom.

Running downstairs to get the door to let Carter in I ran back to the kitchen.

"You in here burning shit."

"Am not Mr. Jordan, ion want lumps in my grits."

"Nasty enough you put hot sauce on them shits."

"Yo don't even lie that shit bang."

"Whatever you say Bubble Butt."

I smiled turning back towards the stove, I missed that name. Glancing at the stove Cam been in his room for twenty minutes.

"Can you go check on Cam, he's been up thea' for a minute."

Making their plates I waited until they came down.

Ion know what I was going to do today while Cam at school, he'ont get out until four.

"Hi honey." I said all cheery as he sat down.

"Hi." He replied sadly.

"Nephew is not feeling this school shit."

"Carter what I tell you about yo foul mouth around my baybeh."

He pursed his lips. "Sorry Mama Jaycean."

I sighed. "Cameron it's gonna be okay and if you don't like it, you know my number I'll come up there and sit with you."

"Really."

"Of course sweetheart. Now eat so you won't be late."

After dropping Cameron off at school I called up my sisters and bros to hang with them.

I gasped loud jumping up and down. "Ah, ah, oh my fuck, Oh..my..fuck. Kelly from the Washington Wizards liked my picture."

"Kelly." Somebody said out loud confused.

"Uh Kelly Oubre Jr, six foot seven, tatted, curly hair lightskin, from Nola." I replied to them excited staring at my phone.

Carter smacked his lips pushing me off the couch.

"AH, CARTER YOU FUCKIN' HATER."

"You sitting here getting all hype about another nigga."

I laughed. "Carty no need to be jealous your my six foot five tatted caramel skinned Papì from Harlem."

Turning around I walked into the kitchen not giving him a chance to respond. I've been trying to be nice to him since we've put the whole Baybeh Moms bullshit behind us.

"You better not be stalking that nigga page Jay."

Making a face I exited out of Instagram turning to face him. "Whaat, me, Instagram stalking nooo."

Taking my phone he put it in his pocket.

"So I've been thinking about opening up a tattoo shop."

I smiled brightly. "Straight."

He nodded. "A lot of people like my drawing skills so yeah."

I jumped up and down. "I'm behind this one hundred percent. When you wanna go look at buildings."