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|| Nyeisha White || || Los Angeles, California ||
"babe" i tapped his face as i straddled his lap while he slept peacefully. "babyyyy"
"hmm?" he hummed as he stretched out.
"i wanna ask you sum" i said as he finally opened his eyes slowly.
"whatchu' wanna ask me bae" he sighed running his hands along my sides and over my ass.
"first, i been thinking.. for awhile"
"shiii you wanna have a baby?" he asked making my eyes widen. " 'cause i ain't gon' hesitate to give you one" my mouth hung open as he spoke.
"no" he smacked his teeth.
"why the fuck you playin' !" he groaned.
i know for a fact pop want a baby. he wants a daughter.
ever since roddy and nessa had aaliyah, pop saw how roddys eyes would always light up with her in the room and it made him wanna feel just as happy as roddy is with aaliyah.
he wants to name his daughter faith or lyric.
boys? he hasn't spoke on it yet but i know he'd love them either way.
"like i was saying" i sighed. "fuck ima just come right out and say it" i shook my head. "i want you to move in with me"
"forreal?" i nodded. "officially?"
"yes baby" i chuckled. "officially"
"ight" he smiled. "ima move in soon"
"good because that also goes to another thing i wanna ask"
"lemme put a baby inside you?" he suggested.
"Bashar Barakah Jackson" i groaned. "no!"
"goddamn bae" i sighed.
"not right now" i corrected. "if we're still together by the end of this year.. i'll let you do it" he sat up quickly making me giggle knowing that got him exited.
