"You're supposed to be babysitting me" Salome trailed behind me and my lady friend.
I forgot her name.
"I know, but the way I see it, you're gonna be busy watching your favorite show. I don't want to disturb you, baby sister. You're welcome."
I unlocked the door to the house, and the three of us stepped in.
Salome threw down her Doc McStuffins backpack and ran off.
I led her to the kitchen, but sighed when I saw the homeowner.
"Shit"
Ma stopped eating her fruit, and turned to me.
"Nuh uh. Who is that hoe?!?" The girl asked.
"Apologize to my mother and get out" I said quickly.
She looked embarrassed. "Sorry ma'am. You look so young-"
"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Ma pointed to the door.
"Momma!" Salome ran into the kitchen and higged her legs. "What you doing here? Can I go with you?"
"Go change out of your school clothes and come on" Ma spoke sweetly.
Salome took off.
"How you doing, ma? Pregnancy looks good on you." I said.
She shook her head at me. "Your daddy is going to get on you, Diji"
"Can we-"
"No. You're lucky that I'm elderly and pregnant. Can I enjoy my last pregnancy, Dash? You're supposed to be watching your sister. You don't know that girl from a can of paint. Leave your car keys with your dad"
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I looked out the window and saw dad pulling up.
I grabbed the kitchen trash, and took it out.
When I came back, he was sitting on the counter.
"You bringing little bitches into my household and letting them disrespect my wife?"
I washed my hands. "I don't have an excuse"
"I'm not talking to your back"
I turned to face him. "I don't have an excuse"
"Why do you bring all kinds of girls up in here? Why do we have this conversation so much? You that damn horny? I hope that you're using protection, because somebody would love to cash out on your bank account and use a child against you"
"I am, dad"
"Don't let it happen again" He went upstairs.
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