(Sunday October 25th)
Keenon.
"I don't wanna go back to work. I wanna stay home with my babies." Teyana says as she removed her makeup. She's been saying that a lot often but I haven't been paying it any attention assuming that she'd change her mind.
"Do it then." I bluntly say.
"But then again, you would be the only one bring anything to the table."
"Then don't do it." I continued to brush my teeth.
"What do you think?"
"I don't think you should do it."
"Why?"
I shrug.
She sighs. "You're no help Keenon."
"What do you want for your birthday?" I ask although it's no where near her birthday.
"I don't know, a day alone, with no kids and no cleaning."
"That's boring."
She shrugs.
*
(The next day)
www.Ticketfly.com I typed into my computer attempting to find some Kendrick Lamar concert tickets for Teyana's birthday.
Who knows why this girl loves that nigga so much, but she does and she's never seen him in concert so I wanna take her.
When she walked in the room I slammed my laptop closed.
"What were you doing?" She asked suspiciously as she climbed on the bed kicking off her shoes first.
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"I was on Media Takeout."
"Oh. I'm about to go to the gym."
"For what?"
"To work out, duh."
"Whatever."
"Are you going anywhere?"
"I gotta go to Footlocker."
"For what?"
"To buy these Jordan's that come out today."
"You're going to have to wait in those long lines?"
"Yup, why?"
"Because I wanted you to watch Kierra but I can take her."
"I'll take her with me."
"Are you going to be long?"
"I don't know."
"Okay. I'm about to go."
"Alright." She kissed my lips and walked out of the room.
I sighed hearing the garage go up and stood up. I walked in Kierra's room and pulled out her drawer.
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