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" Lucky , move." I pulled him back by his collar.
" Don't be hitting on my son like that." Saint mugged me.
" Fuck both of y'all." I said wiping Seven face off with his bib. " Hey pooh."
" When they said they coming back ?"
" Tomorrow." I said walking into the kitchen. " he don't cry a lot so Im good."
" You say that until he be up at 3."
" Ain't like you gone wake up anyways." I waved him off and put a bottle in the warmer. " Worry about that dog."
" Me and my son is straight." He said rubbing him all over. " He big as hell now."
" Duh , he a pitbull." I said sitting next to him on the couch.
" Bitch Im a dog woof , grrrr." He said in my face.
" Who a bitch ?"
" Im not even talking to you." He said quickly.
" Exactly." I said picking up my phone since it vibrated.
" Where my son ?" Nine head popped up in the screen.
" Right here." I turned the camera around showing his drinking his bottle.
" Take good care of him." He said squinting looking at him.
" I will." I smiled. " Im a pro at this."
" You be trying to kidnap him from me."
" He so quiet." I laughed. " I love babies who don't cry a lot."
" It's cause he a real nigga." He smiled. " Time to have your own."
" Nah , not yet."
Me and Saint haven't really talked about kids after the situation with us happened and I think we're ready but no one is actually ever ready for a baby.
" Anyways Ima hit you in a couple hours." He said.
