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8-Group ✔

+Brandy

My eyes flutter open, at the feeling of small sticky hands around my face. Looking down, I could see the face of my silly five-year-old. His lips are blue and I'm a hundred percent sure it's because he's been eating some type of blue candy. He stares at me, smiling. "Are you up mommy?" He questions, looking into my eyes

"I am now babes," I say, sitting up. My eyelids are heavy and I'm still sleepy. A sigh escapes past my lips. "Who gave you candy?"

Ej licks his lips. "Daddy." He answers, giggling. "And he told me to wake you up." You could tell he was hyper.

Looks like I was going to have to kill Elijah.

I groaned, hitting my head on the pillow. "You know you're not supposed to eat candy, Elliot. I don't know why you took it from your daddy."

Elliot pouts, standing on top of the bed. "Daddy said, kids are meant to have candy."

My eyebrows raise. "Did he now," I say, getting off the bed. Spreading my arms wide, Elliot jumps in between them, wrapping his short legs around my waist. Placing my hand under his butt, together we walk out of the room and towards the place where you could hear laughter.

Walking into the living room, my eyes widen at the scene before me. Elijah is shirtless as he passes drinks to my girls. I watch as they all laugh at a lame joke he tells them. "What the hell is going on?" I ask, sitting Elliot down on the sofa. "And who the hell told y'all that you guys can drink in my living room?"

Michelle quickly puts her drink down, on my coffee table. "Elijah said you wouldn't mind." She says, ratting Elijah out.

I look up, glaring at Elijah. "Did he now." Elijah only stares at me in silence. My eyes wander down, looking at his bare chest. He had a nice set of abs. He catches me staring and smirks. I glared even harder at him. "Elijah doesn't pay for this house, I do. So don't listen to anything he says when it comes down to this place."

Elijah opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Elliot jumping on the coffee table. "Mommy look! I'm just like daddy now." He says, taking off his shirt.

"Elliot James Robinson, get off my table before I get my belt!" I yell, causing Elliot to quickly jump off the table. It was the first time I yelled at him, which kinda shocked me. Walking up to Elijah I quickly grab him by his arm and pull him away from the living room. Once we're away from everyone, I let him go before yelling at him. "Why would you give Elliot candy?!"

Elijah shrugs. "He's a kid, and kids eat candy." He says like he didn't do anything wrong. "And if you want to be technical, the money that you use to pay for this house is mine. So this is my house."

"Bullshit!" I curse. "Once you sent that money to me, it became mine. Do you want to know why? Because once you give someone something, it belongs to the person you gave it too."

Elijah's lips, twitch upwards in a smile. "I guess you have a point. Therefore, I apologize for using the house ownership against you. But I'm not apologizing for giving my son candy."

"Our son Elijah." I remind him. "And he doesn't get to have candy. He gets hyper easily. As you can see," She points at a dancing Elliot. "You broke him."

Elijah rolled his eyes. "Brandy, I didn't break him. It's just candy, he'll be fine." He walks towards Elliot, picking him up. "Hey buddy, why don't you go watch TV, while mommy and I speak. And put your shirt back on."

Elliot nods, licking his lips. "Okay, daddy." His father sets him down and he quickly runs into his room closing the bedroom door.

Elijah looks back at Brandy. "Come on, we have business to handle." He says, before stepping inside the living room. Brandy walks behind him, her arms crossed as she takes a seat on her sofa. "Alright ladies, as I was saying before I was interrupted."