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5:23 pm
"Bend that ass over, let that coochie breathe." Paris walk into the bathroom as I flat iron my hair.
Today is my 20th birthday, yayyy! (I don't remember saying when her birthday is but this takes place at the end of July so she's a Leo)
"Can do my edges before we leave?" Paris ask, looking at me in the mirror.
"Talking about doing edges and shit, we already twenty minutes late." My mom stood in the door way of the bathroom.
I chuckle as Paris roll her eyes.
"Yea, I'll do your edges." I chuckle. We were going to The Capital Grille.
I ran my wig brush through my hair one more time before I started on Paris edges. I really love my sister dawg, even when we don't get along she know I'll do 100 years behind her.
I finish Paris fluffy edges because that's how she liked it, I personally don't.
"Hurry up, damn!" My mom yell from downstairs.
"You got a lil bump." Paris touch my belly, that was just a little pudge.
Im am 15 months, approaching my fourth month of pregnancy. My baby going to be a cry because all I have been doing is crying, seriously.
Jourdan still haven't called me back and Tremani contact me only to check up but his nonchalantly tone tells me everything.
But always I have my momma and Paris.
*Black Truck*
"She got a big booty so I call her big booty." Paris slap my ass I twerk, pressing against the seat.
"Y'all so damn ratchet." My mom mug us. I laugh, taking a seat.
I won't lie, they made my birthday special. Although it was just dinner, they got me flowers, balloons and a cake.
"We at the club after we drop mom off, what up?" Paris tilt her head at me.
"Girl, Im pregnant." I chuckle.
"Can't nobody tell, for real." Paris shrugged.
I smile, nodding my head. Fuck it, why not? I'm young and turnt right now-pre mommy because the baby ain't here right now.
