sorry for any mistakes.
Kyaire Omari Davis.
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"Walk faster Azura." I chuckled, locking the car doors.
We was already late to our appointment because somebody wanted to have a quickie, and she already know our quickies don't really be quickies.
"Bae I can't." She yelled.
"Why not?" I turned around.
"I can't walk any faster," She whispered yelled, looking around, "you know cause that thing we be doing."
"What thing?" I asked, waiting for her to catch up.
"Stop walking so fast tryna be funny." She punched me in my side.
"I'MA KNOCK YO DAMN HEAD OFF!" I yelled.
Muhfucka just hit me in my side like that fa' real.
"Oh my god bae I'm so sorry I forgot." She put her hand over her mouth, tryna hug me.
"Move around G." I shook my head, pushing her off me.
"I'm sorry Tink, I forgot it was that side." She said tryna grab my hand.
"Okay so move before I forget who you are bruh, shit wasn't even that serious. Let me shoot you in yo damn side and punch you right there." I smacked my lips, opening the door.
I closed the door before she walked in, and held it looking at her.
"Kyaire stop playing." She knocked on the door.
I mugged her, swinging the door open almost knocking her back.
"Now would if I would've got hit?" She looked at me.
"Mission accomplished. I'ma shoot yo dumb ass one day. Today might be the day." I clenched my jaw, sitting down.
"I'on wanna go to the gun range no mo bae." She shook her head, sitting down slowly.
"You too close to me—"
"Kyaire stop doing that, you know I didn't purposely hit you right there." She looked at me.
"Bi— Azura you put force in that hit, probably knocked a few staples out." I mugged her.
"I love you tho." She put her legs on me.
I knocked them down being petty just cause I know her legs sore.
"A'ight I'm just playing stop putting yo hands on me." I grabbed her arms, and put her legs back on my lap.
"Say you love me back before I shoot you." She looked at me.
"I love you baby mama." I laughed.
"Bae no." She made a face.
"You told me I could get you pregnant tho." I looked at her.
"No I didn't." She smacked her lips.
"You told me nut in you, and where I nut at?" I made a face, "In you."
"Kyaire why would you do that? I was drunk." She pinched me.
"Well a drunken mind speaks a sober tongue." I shrugged.
"Kyaire—"
"Lets name our daughter Kyree." I smiled.
"Fuck that—"
"Okay let's name her Amerie." I shrugged.
"Stop cutting me off before I cut you." She looked at me.
