Yours and Mine [MPREG]

Chapter Seven

Present
March 30, 2017
"If you help me find where he stays, I'll buy you a pack. I'll even feed ya."
July

"And where do you think you're going?"

I turn around and look down at my momma's round face. She's a little chubby brownskin with short loose curls.

It's thrown in a bonnet right now.

I lean down and kiss her forehead. She wipes it off and I laugh at her.

"Out," I tell her.

She puts her hands on her hips.

"Don't you have class tomorrow?" She asks.

"Yeah, so," I tell her.

She pushes my shoulder.

"And you missed church today," she fusses at me.

I open the front door and hang out of it.

"I know," I laugh.

She glares at me.

"God don't like ugly."

"The way you looking in that house coat god ain't too fond of you right now."

She glares at me.

I laugh with my tongue out just to make her mad. She draws her hand back to hit me.

"Okay, okay!" I surrender and stand on the stoop.

She opens the door.

"Stop playing around. I hope you ain't going to see that trick round the way," she crosses her arms.

I swing my arms and look around.

"July," she calls me.

I hold my arms out.

"What," I sing.

"I don't know what to do anymore-"

"I never do anything," I defend myself.

"Stop fucking," she says quietly and looks around.

Huh?

"These hoes," she finishes.

"Hey now!" I hear my pops.

I just laugh and shake my head.

"Stop talking to me about Charlotte," I straighten my face.

She steps outside in her bedroom slippers and closes the door.

"Please baby," she starts going through her robe pockets.

I cross my arms.

"I'd rather you have a nice little boyfriend than a tramp-"

Like Brooklyn instead of Charlotte.

Oh please I wish.

"Boys can be tramps," I watch her pull out her pack of newports.

"Well I don't give a damn. Just stop before Char burn you," she lights her cigarette.

I start walking away from her.

"Stop smoking," I jump at her.

"You first," she crosses her arms and takes a puff.

I pause and look back at her.