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𝘙 𝘢 𝘲 𝘶 𝘦 𝘭 𝘭 𝘦 ✧
Raquelle walked into the Diaz residence at 9 in the morning with Dior. Monse had woken her up and the ass crack of dawn to get her hair and makeup done. Their flight left at 11:30 but she knew Carlos would sleep through his alarm.
Surprisingly, he was up. He looked like he had risen from the dead but he was up nonetheless.
Cesar walked out his room and she couldn't help but laugh. "Look at yo head, oh my god." She pointed and he playfully rolled his eyes.
"Haha." He laughed sarcastically. "Help me tie this." He hand her his tie. She nodded, wrapping it around his neck. Carlos came up next to her, his hoodie pulled over his head and suitcase in hand.
"I called the uber." He mumbled, watching intently as she tied the tie while picking up Dior.
"Ok." She replied. "There you go." She backed away from Cesar, smiling at her work. He thanked her before rushing out the door.
"You look dead." She told Carlos.
"I know you not talking. Look at them bags." He pointed out making her swat his hand away.
Raquelle's phone began to ring. She pulled it out her pocket and answered seeing it was her mom.
"Hi mami." She smiled. "No, we're waiting on the uber right now."
"What? You need to be at the airport."
"Ma, the plane doesn't board until 11:30. We're good." She sighed. Carlos tapped her shoulder before showing that the uber had arrived.
She nodded and he grabbed her suitcase from her while she grabbed Dior. They walked outside and Carlos put their bags in trunk.
"Ok, ok. We're on the way— no I'm not gonna miss the flight." Raquelle kissed her teeth. "Bye mami." She quickly hung up on her mom.
Carlos got in the car and the uber pulled off. "She gon' beat my ass for that later." She mumbled as she laid her head on the window. He chuckled before getting on his phone.
The drive to the airport was about forty-five minutes. When they got there, they went through security easily and were now at the gate.
Carlos laid on Raquelle shoulder, fast asleep while Dior laid across her lap. "Yes mami. I'm at the gate." She sighed, back on the phone with her mom again.
"I don't care that you're pregnant, I'll fuck your little ass up. Don't get smart." Jaqueline threatened.
Raquelle couldn't help but laugh because her mom's accent made everything funnier.
