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When Deshawn and Michael finally arrived at Angela's place, they both noticed Kayla's 2016 Mercedes-Benz CLA 250 car in the driveway. "Fuck," Michael muttered. He had wanted to see her so badly, but he didn't want to surprise her like this. The last time he had seen her, at Jaden's party, he felt like he had upset her. He didn't want to do that again.
"You know what, just take me back. She made it clear she doesn't want to be around me, and I don't want to piss her off or stress her out," Michael said, while his eyes searched around the premises for her.
"Fuck that, you don't have to go anywhere. You two need to work this out anyway," Deshawn argued, as he turned off the ignition and got out.
Michael sat there for a moment. 'Fuck,' was all he could think. Kayla had been giving him more frequent updates, but still, things weren't so good with them. She still barely had more than a few words to say to him. In the few bits and pieces that he received over the phone, he couldn't tell if she was sad or angry. But at least she was healthy, and so was his baby girls.
As soon as they walked inside, the aroma from the food hit them. Deshawn smiled and rubbed his hands together while Michael took in his surroundings, again looking for Kayla. Angela glanced up and smiled from the kitchen when she saw Deshawn, but it quickly faded when she noticed Michael standing like a statue behind him. Michael wasn't sure if she was annoyed or confused. Women confused the hell out of him.
Angela quickly looked down the hallway and then back to Deshawn and Michael. She threw her dishrag over her shoulder and walked over to them. "Hey guys. Um, you know Kayla is here, right?" she asked, questioning their sanity, while crossing her arms over her chest.
"See bro, I told you this is a bad idea, I'll just go," Michael said, making his way for the door.
"No, don't go. You are my friend too and you have a right to be here," Deshawn stated. "Angela, you said any friend of mine is welcome in your house. I hope that includes my best one, you know?"
Angela stood glaring at Deshawn for a few seconds, then nodded and turned to walk back into the kitchen. Deshawn knew he was going to catch hell later. Angela loved Michael to death, but she was very overprotective of Kayla.
