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12: Not The Turtle

Qua POV

Taking the rest of the product in the house, I finally sat down.

"Qua!" Nate yelled up the stairs.

"Hold on." I panted out. I know this is regular every month but this shit is tiring. I walked up the stairs, taking my time before Nate stuck his head out the bedroom door.

"Girl you ain't tired. You ain't did nun'." He said and I wanted to slap the words back into his mouth, but I ain't have the strength.

"That shit is heavy and its a lot. You do it."

"I already did it. Its yo job as a rookie. One day you gone queen though." He said picking me up and taking me to the bed. He was always so sweet to me. Khalil was never romantic and shit. But that's over now. ❌

We started to get heated before I stopped him. He started to pout as I pushed him off me.

"Baaaabe." He whined.

"Nope. We need to talk."

"Oh shit." He said as he fell back on the bed.

"Its not bad. Its just necessary."

"Okay, what?"

"You need a circumcision."

"I need a what?!" He said putting his hand over his .

"Babe, I want you too but we can't because your damn penis is so damn big."

"No! That shit hurts."

"Well it hurts me when you sticking that shit in me. Its like sticking a telephone pole through a cheerio."

"Oh hell no!" he said imitating Reggie from vine. I laughed but I know he was just trying to change the subject.

"Stop trying to change the subject."

"Babeee. No. Not the turtle."

"For me?" I said making a puppy dog face. He stared at me before he finally spoke.

"Ight damn!"

"Thank you boo. I will pay you back."

"Yeah you gone have to." He said looking down at his friend and then walking out screaming like little bitch.