•Hazel
"Happy seven months pooh pooh." I cheered as Chris smashed a cupcake in her face. We weren't the type of parents to celebrate every month but we just decided to this time since today was our family day. The grandparents had came over, including Seven since him and my dad were in town. Mama Joyce brought RoRo so it was like a small family reunion.
"Aww!" The grandmas cooed as Riyah tried to feed Chris some of the icing off her fingers. Ion know who she think want that but awwww.
"Ma what you put in these cupcakes?" I asked, taking a bite of the red velvet cupcake that was made specifically for me.
"Weed" I gave her a blank face. I gotta ask grandma where she went wrong with that one because she a damn goof troop.
"Anyway, RoRo you want another cupcake?" I asked as she licked the icing from around her mouth. She vigorously nodded her head yes.
"She don't need another cupcake." I sucked my teeth.
"Chris let my baby get a cupcake."
"Yeah daddy, stop being mean!"
"Mean daddy" I frowned, crossing my arms. She copied my actions, making him laugh. I know I shouldn't go against what he says as her father but I wanted my baby to get another cupcake, everybody else was getting a second one.
"Go ahead and make that your last one." We looked at each other and grinned. I gave her a high five because we had finessed daddy once again.
"Hazel can I take Miracle outside?" Seven asked. I nodded. He got her out of her high chair and wiped her face of the icing and cupcake crumbs. I guess he wanted to take her outside to get some alone time with her. To say they don't see each other that much, they love each other. She has the cutest case of giggles when on facetime with him.
"Who invited y'all?" I asked, noticing everybody shift towards my back door. That was supposed to be Uncle Seven's time with his niecey pooh.
"You mind your business." My mama said, putting Ro on her hip. I rolled my eyes and continued to wipe down my counter that was covered in crumbs from various snacks.
"You look good from the back." Chris said as he leaned against my stove, watching me like a creep.
"Stop being nasty." I warned before I got horny. We don't need that.
"My bad, my bad." Sometimes I wonder if i'd be considered nasty to ask him if we could be fuck buddies. It's been too long without sex. I know I told him he didn't need sex but shit, he makes me horny.
"I'm scheduled to get a tattoo tomorrow." I turned around with a frown. I just don't understand what's his obsession with tattoos. I liked them but damn, how many does he need.
"A tattoo of what, Christopher?"
"A shoe"
"A fucking shoe, really?" I asked, thinking he was playing. He laughed
"Yeah, right here."
"Hell no" I shook my head. No way was I allowing him to get a shoe on his face. Imma have to go back to my controlling ways with this situation.
"You don't tell me what to do." He joked
"You get a shoe right there and i'm cutting you off." He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him.
"You ain't cutting shit off." He said, holding me by my waist. I don't recall reading this in the best friend handbook.
"Try me"
