"𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌."
Latoya loved children and it was one of the main reasons she became a school teacher. It was a shame she couldn't have her own; atleast that's what doct...
"Abuh Abuh Abuh Buh Buh," Latoya heard, watching grandbaby as he continued to shake his hips for tiktok.
Dayvon was currently getting dressed because he was taking them out to dinner. She honestly couldn't fake like she was happy, but she was trying to.
His phone call continued to ring around in her head. She hated liars. If he was cheating, she would be hurt but she'd leave with respect for him, out of the fact he owned up to it. But lying? Tuh.
She just couldn't.
She leaned against the car, a hand underneath her six month bump. She couldn't believe how fast her pregnancy had flew, but she loved being pregnant.
This was easy. She was one of the lucky women who barely got sick, barely got dizzy, nothing. The only thing that fucked her up most of the time was scents.
She hated strong ass scents. She hated the smell of lemon, grass, and she couldn't stand anything sweet. It was weird, but yeah.
"Why we got a sub?" Grandbaby asked, walking up to her and leaning his cheek against her bump.
Latoya rubbed down his neck gently, "Because I can't be on my feet too long. I'm staying home to carry your cousin."
"When he coming?"
"I'm six months now. It takes nine months for a baby to come. What's nine minus six?"
Antonio bit his lip, counting on his fingers before Latoya shook her head. "No fingers. This is easy, you should know this."
"Three."
"Good job," She spoke before they heard footsteps. They both looked to see Dayvon walking down the steps.
Chains were wrapped around his neck, his dreads were neat and a black fitted cap sat on top. He wore a black Chanel shirt, a black Moncler coat, black jeans and black reflective Balenciagas.
