Dustin is 3 years old now, head full of curls, like I predicted because both me and Justin's hair is naturally curly.
Right now, Justin and I are tryin to get alone time from Dustin's crazy self.
"MOMMY! DADDY!" Dustin shouts.
"Oh my gooooooooood!" Justin mumbles rolling over.
Dustin comes running into the room, in his white t-shirt, black joggers and black shoes.
"Mama's baby boy, why are you all dressed up? Where you going?" I say lifting him in the air.
"I was gonna ask if you and daddy can take me to the park with Uncle Cj!" Dustin asks innocently.
"If I take you guys, what will you do?" I ask.
"Play football!" Dustin shouts.
Quincy and Christian run into the room , "FOOTBAAAAAAAAAALL"
Justin hops up, "That's my son! I knew he had at least something in common with me instead of my love for Italian food."
We laugh at him.
"And- And mommy we- you- you and D'Lila and Jesse and Caden can-can be cheerleaders!" Dustin says bouncing on his toes.
Justin puts his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, "Mhmmm, Yeah, my cheerleader."
I blush, "Stop!"
"Yeah, J, Stop stop! So let's goooooo!" Christian says like a little kid.
I shove him, "Shut up."
"Baby go get your jacket, okay."
Dustin nods and skips off.
"That lil boy is just like you D." Quincy says laughing.
I smile, "I know great, right!"
Quincy and I laugh.
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At the Park.....
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"TOUCHDOWN!" Dustin shouts.
I'm looking down at my phone when Dustin says, "MOMMY CHEER!"
I shut my phone off and do an old cheer from High School "DOWN".
"D (D) O (O) W (W) N (N)! YOU KNOW WE GOT IT SO YOU GOTTA GET DOWN! YOU KNOW WE GOT IT SO YOU GOTTA GET DOWN!" I cheer.
Christian's retarded ass comes beside me and calls and old cheer "BE AGGRESSIVE".
"Chris What are you doing!" Quincy asks.
Christian shrugs, "A cheer!"
"B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!" Christians shouts.
I shake my head but go along with it.
"BE AGGRESSIVE! BE, BE AGGRESSIVE! B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!" we cheer.
"Get your fagot ass over here!" Justin shouts. "Oop! Sorry!"
Out of nowhere, this girl walks up eying Christian.
"Ooh." I whisper.
Christian licks his lips and walks over to her, being the nosey people we are we eavesdropped.
"Heyy, shorty." He says.
The girl smiles-too big, looking desperate, "Hi."
"What's you name?" He asks.
"Breah." She replies twirling her hair.
I gag almost.
"I'm Christian, Can I get your number?"
"Sure." She says handing him her phone.
"See ya." He says.
Then he struts over to us, we trip over each other to look absolutely normal.
"Y'all see that? I got that shorty!" He says all hype.
"Nah we ain't see shit, bro." Justin says putting Dustin on his shoulder.
Christian rolls his eyes, "Whatever! But I just gotta girl off the back."
"Off the back? Nigga she desperate ass hell, no offense Cj you fine, but she prolly just a hoe who want anything that has two legs and a penis." I say matter-of-factly.
"Whatever." Christian mumbles.
"Mommy! Take a picture of me? Pleeaaaasseee?" Dustin asks.
"Okay. Come on." I say leading him to the bench.
"Say cheese."
"Cheese!"
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"Hey, babe take a picture of me!" Justin says kissing my cheek.
"Both of y'all taking up too much space in my phone!" I say biting Justin's lip. "Come on big baby."
"Say cheese, Justin." I say.
"I ain't no baby!" He says.
"SAY CHEESE!" I shout.
"Cheese." He says dryly
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