A'roya

Chapter Twenty-Two 😈

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I'm early!!

Even edited too.

"I don't want to talk to you right now." Vincent chuckled, trying to put his arm around me, but I dodged him. "I said don't."

"You said don't talk to me. I'm touching you."

"Don't do any of it, don't even look at me."

"I'm sorry," Vincent laughed.

"You're not," I said, going to change in the bathroom.

Vincent grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "I'm sorry, baby, I was joking." He said with humor in his tone.

"No, you're not. Your voice doesn't seem too apologetic."

Vincent rolled his eyes; growing impatient, he smacked my ass. "Get over it, A'roya, you double dog dared me."

"I did not–fuck!" I do remember saying that, but I didn't mean that. He's so fucking dumb.

"I'm not dumb, dumbass." I glared at him, but he ignored me. "Get dressed unless you want me to fuck you before going."

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We went to the National Gallery museum, we were actually having so much fun. Reagan had to be held because she kept trying to touch the art, but we still had fun. Vincent was being a bum, trying to give me PDA after what he did. This foolish man wants to disrespect and embarrass me.

Nope. I'm going to piss him off so badly.

We did have to leave because Phoebe got tired and her feet hurt. The baby was kicking a lot.

Khascian and Silas leave early to go on a romantic little date because Khassy finally decided to actually give Silas a chance. She was scared of dating Silas, but she wasn't going to let her fears and insecurities created by her parents stop her now that she was a free woman.

"What are you going to name your daughter?" Elora asked Phoebe and Jericho.

Jericho shrugged. "I don't fucking know."

"Journee. I want to name her Journee Jericho Belford."

Jericho almost chokes. "You want to name our daughter after me?" He coughed, still choking. "Fuck."

Phoebe giggled while everyone took in the news. "Yes, it's our firstborn child, and your name is unisex."

"Aww, so cute. I always thought Jericho would be single for life, surrounded by cats with dementia or Parkinson's disease." I teased.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't even like cats like that."

"Congratulations on your baby. I know it must be hard," Finnegan said with his famous smile.

Phoebe smiled, but Jericho answered first. "Thanks, it is."

Phoebe shook her head as Elora and Finnegan chuckled.

"Nigga what? Are you pregnant?"

Jericho glared at me. "Yes, Phoebe and I are pregnant together."

Vincent snickered as I rolled my eyes. "How do you deal with his bullshit."

"Easy," Jericho answered again. "There is no bullshit."

Phoebe gasped. "Don't lie."

Now it's my turn to laugh.