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{ Harlow }

Today we leaving back home with Jr

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Today we leaving back home with Jr. I really hate his name to be Michael B Jordan Jr. I want it to be Kaiser. I want him to have his own name so he won't have problems later on in life. But nooooo, Michael want his name to be that way.

"You ready?"Michael ask as he strap Jr in his car seat. I look down at my phone seeing a text from Jenny.

"Yeah"I said. I grab my bags and Jr bags. We walk out the hospital room grabbing everyone attention. The reason why. Cause they know I work here as a nurse. And Michael is the sponsor. The boss. I know they talking about me.

We made it outside to the front. Michael handed the keys to the car valet. "Hurry it up"Michael told the man. He nod his head and ran to get the car.

"Where's my car?"I ask.

"Back at that house. I told your step father to drop it back off"Michael said.

"Michael, you could of let him drive it for a couple days. I'ma be busy with Jr"I said.

"Harlow, that's YOUR car that I gave to YOU!"Michael semi yelled waking up the baby. See this is what I can't do.

"Michael, don't yell at me in front my baby"I said getting all angry at him. I can tell Michael have issue. He needs help on how to try and control his anger.

"Harlow that's my baby as well...."

"Okay and, I don't want to hear that"I said rolling my eyes. Michael nodded his head and chuckle.

"You think you can just talk back to me whenever huh. Well...."he grabbed my arm tightly causing me to groan in pain. "That will end today"

Finally the car pulled up. Michael let go of my arm and proceeded to the car with Jr. I grabbed the bags and walk to the car as well. I wonder what he mean that will end today. Me talking back to him. I'm not a damn child. I'm a adult as well and have rights to speak my mind. I'ma be honest with you and keep it real with you.

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