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I kissed my teeth and kept my eyes closed. "Jamal get yo butt away from my face."
"Mamamamamamamama!" Jamal kept smacking my head around.
"JAMAL DWAYNE ONFROY!!"
"Nananana booboo mama!" Jamal jumped onto my back.
"Munch leave ya momma alone." He chuckled pulling Jamal off me and onto his chest.
Jamal laughed and kept his feet near my face.
I g abbey his feet and kissed them. I lifted my head off my pillow and looked around. It was a little dark outside. "What time is it?"
"8 p.m. Bae you been asleep for a faaaatt minute. You good?"
I nodded. "Y-Yeah.. I'm just a lil dizzy." I sat up.
He was about to say something but his phone rang. "Yo." He answered. "A'ight bet. Imma fuck wit chu." Jah sniffed as he hung up. He stood up with Jamal walking to the closet.
I giggled. "Dang and with who's permission is you leavin with?"
He laughed. "My own."
"Fuck you got a girlfriend fo' if you do what you want?"
He walked over to my side and lifted me over his shoulder. "You comin with too."
"Put me down!!" I whined.
Jamal giggled and poked me while Jahseh smacked my ass. This nigga-
"What's the magic word, shorty?"
"Put me down now??....please?" I pouted.
He laid me back down on the bed. "Actually it was chlamydia, but I'll put you down since you heavy."
I smacked his arm. "Nigga don't call me fat."
"I didn't say you was fat, I said you was heavy, ma. Don't be too quick." He pecked my lips. "Imma get lil man some clothes."
I nodded and went into my closet. I got out a black croptop and navy supreme patchwork pants white my black space jams.
I'm not feeling these dreads no more. Eh, I'll worry about it later.
Holy shit ion even know where we going.
"Aye Jahseh!"
"Yeah?"
"Where we going?"
"Tank's crib. He finna have a cookout or some shit." He responded coming into our room with Jamal dressed.
I took Jamal from his hands. "Wooww baby you look so cute." I cooed at Jamal.
"Thak youu mama." He giggled.
He was wearing a white tank and some black nike shorts with his NEW Dolce & Gabbana white and black pre-walkers.
I told Jahseh not to buy Jamal these damn shoes. They too expensive for a lil kid.
"Who got you these shoes, bubba?" I tilted my head.
I noticed Jahseh sneak back into the closet.
"Dada!"
"RICARDO!"
He smiled coming out of the closet. "Yes my dear?"
"I'm honestly not even mad." I chuckled.
"My baby boy gotta be guccied out, shawty."
....
"Boy get off meeee." I whined pushing Jah off me. "I'm trynna eat, bruh."
