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We have been in this mall for about three hours just shopping. I underestimated how much women love to shop. Bey has bought clothes for me and Aimee. I wonder where she is getting all this money from, because she is just swiping her card with no problem.
"I think we've shopped enough for the day" Bey announces.
"Oh thank god" I exaggerate, she glares at me playfully.
"Anyway, once we leave here we have to stop at Target to get Aimee a crib, car seat, high chair, and some toiletries."
"Alright, I can deal with Target" we laugh.
We head to Bey's car. Since Aimee doesn't have her car seat because it was stolen along with my car, I have to sit in the back and hold her. We arrive at Target and head straight to the baby department.
"Oh my god Shawn this is so cute" Bey exclaims while holding up a onesie.
I sigh. "Bey you've already bought Aimee a bunch of clothes she doesn't need anymore"
She begins to pout. "Please it's so cute"
"No, put it back" I sternly say. We both stare at each other until Bey places the outfit back down and rolls her eyes. I laugh at how childish she is acting.
After about a hour we have everything we need. We checkout and then head on home. While I grab everything, Bey heads on up to the apartment with Aimee. It takes me a couple of trips to the car for everything to be in the house. Knowing that Aimee would need her crib to sleep in tonight I decide to begin putting that together.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" Bey asks while walking into the room with Aimee crawling in front of her.
"Ha ha very funny, but yes I do"
"Then why do you have the instructions paper upside down?" She questions while smirking at me.
"Oh." I respond. "See I knew that I was just testing you" I retaliate.
"Yeah okay" she grabs Aimee and puts her into the little chair thing she got from Target. "Here I'll help you" she says while sitting down.
"So I don't mean to be nosey" Bey laughs at me mocking her. "But where do you get all this money from?"
"What do you mean?"
I look at her. "Your 19 with a condo on damn near the top floor of the building. When we were shopping you was just swiping your card without a care in the world"
She sighs. "I inherited from my dad"
"Oh okay, where is he?"
I notice her mood changes. "He died a year ago"
"Damn. I'm sorry Bey I didn't mean to bring it up"
"Your okay. I'm learning to cope. But yeah he left me an inheritance when he passed. But outside of paying for this place and school I don't really touch it. My godfather basically takes care of me"
