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female jahmier — jahlah (jay-la) velazquez
pairing: wifithazine
in which jahlah and isaiah are having a baby
jahlah pov
saturday afternoon // 2:54
i just wanna know how anyone can go this long with their hair looking such a mess. and people still find this dumbass attractive. he damn right when he say his shit look like a brillo pad. this shit nappy as fuck. isaiah was sitting between my legs,watching tv while i combed his hair. usually i'm the one that does his hair or tells him to fix it because if it were up to him he'd probably just but a hat or beanie on and keep it moving.
"isaiah move one more time and imma smack you.." i mumbled combing through his hair. "maybe if you wasn't so heavy handed i wouldn't be movin so much.." isaiah responded. "maybe if you took care of yo hair we wouldn't have to do this.." i rolled my eyes.
"ow jahlah damn!" isaiah flinched as i combed his hair. i smacked him upside his head, making him flinch again. "next time imma smack you twice.." i threatened. "maybe i should just cut this shit off.." isaiah sighed. "it's up to you..you don't take care of it so that's prolly the best option.." i sighed putting the comb down on the bed.
"i got cramps just from combing out yo damn hair.." i frowned. "you complain too much.." isaiah mumbled laying his head on my thigh. "aight bruh ain't nobody ask you.." i sucked my teeth. "you mad?" isaiah laughed. "yeah you bout to get smacked again if you keep it up.." "chill out baby.." isaiah laughed.
"bae can we get ubereats?" i ask rubbing isaiah's shoulders. "you want me to get you some food after you just slapped me?" isaiah asked. "yes..you ain't gon starve me and lilianna.." i whispered leaning down and placing a kiss on his cheek. "you lucky you cute bruh..my head still hurt..." he mumbled unlocking his phone.
i watched as isaiah opened the ubereats app. i watched as isaiah ordered our favorite - wing stop. garlic parmesan for isaiah because he's a bitch nigga that can't take no heat and cajun wings for me and fries to share. "thank you zay.." i placed another kiss on isaiah's cheek.
"no problem boo.." isaiah said. "i hope you gon be gentle with liliannas hair.." isaiah mumbled. "she'll be fine..you just a cry baby.." i shrugged. lilianna - our unborn child - would be arriving in three months. i'm high key worried if we bein' honest. my mama was barely around so how would i know how to take care of a child? i really don't know shit about parenting. i'm also low key worried about how destroyed my pussy gonna be after this. and isaiah talking bout having more kids. i don't know who gon' carry them cuz it ain't gon be me. he gon get fucked up if he get someone else pregnant though.
"you good?" isaiah asked turning around. "i'm just thinkin'.." i said rubbing my stomach. "you scared?" i nodded. "why?" "i mean...my mama ain't really take care of me like that..i don't wanna do the same thing to lilianna.." i sighed. "you'll be fine baby..." "do you think we'll have to stop cussing around her?" i asked making isaiah laugh. "whatchu think bae?" "prolly.." i shrugged.
"i hope she looks like you.." isaiah said. "why?" "you cute.." isaiah said pecking my lips. i smiled slightly. "i hope she doesn't have nappy hair.." i responded. "you always trynna play me.." isaiah sucked his teeth. "i'm sorry boo." i cooed cupping isaiah's face.
— time skip brought to you by ski and jah saying fucked up —
