The Perfect Hood Guy. [Editing]

21.

How yal doing? Good? Great.

Excuse my mistakes, let me be great.

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Kaylee.

"Khalil stop moving." I whined.

I was in the process of doing his hair, but he kept moving around & whining, constantly.

"Ma, you braidin' dis shit too fuckin' tight." He said rubbing the part where I braided.

"I'm sorry babe, but please stop moving." I said kissing his head.

The past five minutes pasted & all he did was maneuver with his phone, huffed & puffed. Basically whined like a little kid.

"Hurry up bruh, my ass hurtin'. You must fa' got ima skinny nigga? My bones literally be pokin' my ass."

Laughing at his sarcastic comments, I was finally done with his hair.

"There. Go look in the mirror." I smiled.

Walking over to the mirror, he covered his eyes.

"Uncover your eyes, Khalil." I said popping him with the comb.

"Stop dat shit Kaylee." He uncovered his eyes, looking in the mirror. He rubbed over the freshly done braids. "You can do hair?" He said raising his eyebrow.

"If I couldn't why you let me do your hair?" I said, folding my arms.

"Cause yo ass was whinin' & I hate when my baybeh cry." He said pecking my lips.

"Was not." I said hitting his chest.

"I beg ta' differ."

Getting up from the couch, I wobbled into the kitchen. I grabbed peanut butter & a freshly rinsed apple from the fruit bowl. I cut up the apple, rising it once more.

I grabbed the peanut butter & apples, sitting at the table. Being pregnant, I have gained alot of weight. Considering that I'm already upset with my weight, I just didn't care anymore.

"Bruh, I'm fine as fuck. My pops had some nice ass genes." I heard Khalil say, walking into the kitchen.

"Cocky much?" I said dipping my apple in peanut butter.

"Very." He said grabbing an apple from my plate. "Have you thought of any baby names?"

"Actually, yes. I was thinking about two specific names." I said tapping my chin.

"Shoot."

"If we're having a boy & a girl, I was thinking, Bryson Amir Riley & Lelani Anobia Riley."

He sat there, rubbing his chin hair. I was really nervous that he wouldn't like the names.

"I could cha-"

"I like it."

"Really babe?" I said excitedly.

"Yeah. Its unique."

"I haven't asked you what you thought, yet. Do you have anything in mind?" I said folding my hands.

"Johnny James Riley & Ann Mae Riley."

Looking at him crazily, I removed myself from the table.

"Hell no. My kids will not be named after farm owners."

Slapping his knee & laughing uncontrollably, I sat there folding my arms, looking at how stupid he looked.

"Woo shit." He said, wiping his fake tears. "Baybeh, I was just fuckin' witchu."