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"What do you think papa?" I asked, I spun turning around showing him my outfit. I looked at him as he sat there on the toilet staring at me. "Is it too much? Should I cover up?"
He shook his head, I furrowed my eyebrows as he just continued staring while he sat there. "Papa"
"Papa!" I called out, his eyes snapped to me.
"Yeah baby?" He answered leaning back, I eyed him as he bit his lips. "Come here"
"I asked what do you think..." I said walking over towards him before he pulled my between his legs. "Do I need to cover up?"
"Nah" He said shaking his head. "You perfect da' way you is, I like this"
I stood watching as he picked with the ends of my two piece before he looked up at me and pulled me down onto his lap. I eyed him as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Yo, I feel like shit..." Paris said, I picked and rubbed my fingers through his hair as he laid his head against my chest.
"What's the matter?" I asked lowly, he shrugged.
"Ion' know" he answered, I rubbed the side of his face before pecking it. "I gotta lay down or some"
"Yeah" I said nodding my head in agreement. "Did you not get any sleep last night?"
He shook his head.
"Why?" I asked, I looked down at him as he ignored me and began rubbing my thigh. "Papa"
He hummed in response. "Did you throw up?" I asked. "Are you having trouble with your stomach more? Like is that keeping you up?"
"Nawl..." Paris said, I stared at him as she shook his head.
He's lying
"Papa, you don't—I'm straight mama" He said cutting me off, I slightly rolled my eyes as I lifted myself from his hold.
"Cover your eyes" I said as I began taking off my clothes. I grabbed another two piece and quickly began putting it on.
"Why you keep changing mama?" I heard Paris ask. "Everything you put on look perfect ta' me, ion' know why you keep asking. You know dat"
"What, you tryna put on ah' lil fashion show on fa' me?" He asked chuckling, I giggled and shook my head.
"No papa, I have to try them on because they were sent to Mulani and I" I said, I looked into the mirror and adjusted myself.
"Why?" Paris asked.
"I guess the company wants me to be an model or ambassador or something along with other companies but I don't know if I should" I explained, Paris scrunched his face. "You can open now"
