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1:06 am
"It feel like I just dropped straight out of heaven." I heavily breathe, resting my hands on Armani thigh.
I don't know what got in my baby but we been at it for an entire week, back to back.
I'm kinda tired as fuck, I won't even lie. But I wouldn't have shit any other way, I love it wherever she at.
Armani place her index finger on my chest tracing my tattoos. "I love you so much, Jourdon. I can't wait to have your babies." Armani spoke, kissing my chest.
I chuckle, placing my hands on her ass. "I know you a make an amazing mom, Mani. A amazing wife all that."
I could feel her smiling so I smile too. "You everything to me, I can't wait to build our family. A year or two from now we both a be graduated have our job and won't ever have to stress about shit again. Ima make sure of that. Ima make sure you happy." I expressed.
"I'm happy right now." Armani lift her head up.
Naw I love my baby so much brah.
I peck her lips. "You good fatz?"
She nod her head yes, giving me a little reassurance.
I bit down on my lip as she wrap her legs around mines, positioning herself up.
This literally my dream girl.
Week Later, 2 pm
"Wassam." Jamal, my friend since middle school shook me up.
"Waddup waddup." I snap my fingers.
"Brah, why yo' momma was over my moms cribs the other day trynna' put you on with Raven?" Jamal squint his eyes. "Ain't you still with Armani?"
I chuckle. "Hell yeah, that's my baby man. Moms be tripping but she got to get use to her, Armani ain't going nowhere."
"Damn right, y'all ass been together - damn near all my life gang." Jamal chuckle.
"What's the move tonight? I'm trynna' catch a play." I shrug.
I ain't no hood nigga, ain't even grow up in the hood. I grew up in a middle class home, with a mother and father but my hand don't be out for shit.
Amazon barely pay the rent, plus Armani spend her money on unnecessary shit so I cover where she fall short at, but that's what I'm supposed to do so I don't trip.
So yea, I move a few bags around from time to time. Ain't shit but riding around.
"Tuh, Quez got three kilos but you know that nigga stingy." Jamal replied. "We need to find our own dealer brah."
