Ayeee 1k !
Kinda got the idea from Raising Dion
Y/n POV
I fucking hate these damn lines. People don't know how to fucking drive. And then Dion wonders why I pick him up late sometimes.
This horn is looking mighty fine for honking right about now.
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP
Oops... my hand slipped.
"MOVE YOU FUCKING TWIT"
BEEEEEEEEEP
"Ms. Y/l/n can you stop the honking?" One of the crossing guards asked.
"Mr. Flores I'll stop if these people learn how to drive."
"You seem more angry than usual? And you look classy"
"I'm just trying to pick up my son and take him to his grandmothers house so I can go to a job interview"
"Okay... I'll see if I can help with that" he tapped my door and then walked away and started blowing his whistle at cars.
That didn't do shit.
I still ended up waiting... me and some car behind me were the last ones.
That's when I see Dion sitting by himself on the little set of stairs and there's a little girl next to him. Awww she's cute.
I open my door and get out my car and walk out to go get my little man.
"Wassup D" I lean down and give him a hug.
"How was school?"
"You were late... again"
"I know pop but you know these lines are long"
"When is mommy coming?" He pouted.
I hate his pouts.
"Damn lines always long and for nothing. Hiii deydey"
Damn this woman is gorgeous.
"Tell me about it" I look to my side and she looks at me with a smile.
"He's yours?"
"Yes ma'am. Say hi D"
"Hiii" he waved his hand over at her.
"How old is he?"
"Dion tell her how old you are"
"I'm fourrr" he tried to put four fingers up instead he only put three.
He's still learning okay that's why he's in Pre- school.
"That's three pop..." I put up one of his extra fingers for him. "This is four"
"Oh so you had him young" she said.
