Chapter 13

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You ain't got to say to much to me
Cause I know how to get your body wet for me
When I go down
I'm gone have your body so weak
Leave a puddle in the sheets
When I go down
And I'm gone keep it coming all night
Puddles~Pretty Ricky

Evangeline's POV

"Hey, mommy. How are you?"

"I'm fine me and your aunt just came from getting our toenails and nails painted. How about you?"

"I'm good. Daddy got me a puppy."

"Did he now, what did you name him?"

"Bandit. He so cute. He's a yorkie and he fits into the palm of my hand." I pet the dog that is laying on my stomach.

"I can't wait to see him. How's Jayden?"

"He's good. For the past two days, we've been spending all day together. Today he's picking me up and we're spending it together. My next off day I'm going to spend it with you and daddy." I stand up.

"Ok, I would like that. We'll I have to go. Bye, I love you, cupcake."

"I love you, too, mommy. Bye." I hang up.

I go to the bathroom and take a shower. I go to my room and put on my black Bulls crop top, my red skinny jeans, and my black Levis. Throwing my hair into a messy bun, I go to the kitchen and make breakfast for my daddy and I. I hear a knock on the door when I'm taking out the last pancake.

"Hey, you look beautiful." Jayden says when I open the door.

"Thanks, come in. I just finished making breakfast."

"It smells good."

"Would you like some?"

"Nah, my cook made some Belgian waffles today."

"Alright, well I'm going to eat then we can go." I walk to the kitchen.

After I eat breakfast, I leave a note for my daddy. I grab my red across the shoulder purse before we leave.

"What was that song yesterday?" Jayden starts the car.

"What song?"

"The one about not being tired."

I laugh at his description of the song, "It's called I Don't Get Tired."

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Mhmm."

"So, where are we going today?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Please."

"No."

"Pretty please."

"Nope."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top."

"No can do."

"Well I'm not talking to you."

"Come on."

I fold my arms and shake my head. I turn my head and start to hum.

"Fine I'll tell you."

"Really?"

"No, I just wanted to hear your voice."

"You're mean."

"But you like me."

"I do." I smile, "Are we almost there?"

"Yeah, about five minutes away."

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