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twenty

2 months later...

*lower case is intended

iza

i cried as i continued to eat my chili cheese fries, that i paired with my guacamole and sour cream dip. no wonder I was getting bigger everyday.

as I finished up my fries i took a sip of the pickle juice i poured from straight out the jar. this pregnancy was taking a toll on my diet. i closed the top quickly as i began choking on my spit. my thirsty ass tried to drink it too fast.

"i can't believe he really shot all of them." i  whined. "he sorry as fuck, she was really my bitch." i sniffed. i didn't even know the poor girl, she even wasn't a main character.

as i finally managed to push myself off the couch my dip slid off the plate. "fuck!" i yelled out in frustration.

india shot up and fell off the couch, "damn, i thought i was falling off a clif."

i laughed, "i thought i was the only person that did that." she rubbed her forehead in distress, "obviously not."

"babyyyy!" i pouted, i was too lazy bend down and clean up the mess. as i struggled odell came from down the hall rubbing his eyes. i knew he was tired from practice today, but i called him anyways.

as i continued to moan and groan, odell squatted down in front of me. "girl, how'd you do this?" he laughed.

"witcho dumbass!" india laughed, i glared at her. "says the girl who just fell off the couch." i replied. she rolled her eyes.

"it's not funny." i whined to odell as i attempted to bend down again only resulting in a fart. "yo nasty ass." india expressed in disgust. odell laughed "stankin' booty having ass."

i started to feel tear form in my eyes, "why are y'all always picking on me." i stood up, and covered my face with my hands.

stepping over the mess odell came and hugged me, "aww baby it's okay, it's natural." he kissed me on my forehead and smiled at me.

"still stank though." india added. i pouted and stuck a bird at her.

"leave her alone india."

india shrugged. "just go sit back down baby i got it." odell muttered. with his hand on my lower back he guided me back to the couch and sat me down. as he reached over me i could smell the expensive cologne that i oh so loved.

he covered me up and kissed my forehead again. as he entered the kitchen i got comfortable in my spot, i wasn't planning on doing much today.

as odell started cleaning up i watched how his muscles flexed with each and every wipe of the paper towels. mmhm, mmhm, mmhm.

india leaned over towards me, "you know you don't have to stare so hard" she whispered. i nudged her side, "shut up."

"so iza you okay with staying here by yourself tonight?" odell asked. i knew he was being serious because he rarely called me by my name. it seemed as he was trying to read me as we had stare down.

every since that brick through the window situation odell hasn't really been comfortable with anybody being alone in the house. which is understandable because bitches be bonkers but we're not going to get into that.