𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 ❦

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

➳𝐙𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡➳
𝟓 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

"Damn bih you look rough as hell." Patty Cake loud ass says walking in the with rest of em.

"Shut the hell up. I just pushed out an 8 pound baby." I flip him off.

"What happened to yo wig suh?" Duce furrows her eyebrows, looking at me.

"I snatched that shit off, fuck you mean?" I roll my eyes.

"Stop cussing, he can hear y'all." A'zaire whispers, holding Absolam.

I decided to name him after Dingo. It's pretty, unique, and meaningful. Ik I didn't want no boy but I'm so in love with him 💙

"Ohhh my gooodnessss." Duce whisper yells seeing him.

"We gone play black forces to see who get to hold him first." Dean tells them.

They each put one of their feet in a circle.

"Black forces, black forces if you have sum black forces. If you have sum black forces step on out." Dean points.

Ultimately Nubs wins.

"Wait... we ain't think this out." He says and Dean scratches his head.

"Bro just go in y'all names order." He says handing our child to Dean.

"Hey." Patty Cake frowns.

"What?" He sits back down.

"We been friends two n a half decades and y'all don't remember my real name?" Patty puts his hands on his hips disappointedly.

"Um..." I make eye contact with A'zaire and we both shrug.

"Wait he got that goofy ass name he don't like people saying." Duce squints.

"Bartholomew!" We all remember together.

"Don't say that shit ever again." Patty mumbles, taking Absolam.

"That's how you know his mama was really strung out." I laugh.

"You lucky I'm holding my nephew right now, I woulda smacked ts outta you witcho own wig." He glares at me.

"Who the fuck look at they baby and say damn... he look like a Bartholomew?" Nubs asks.

"Bartholomew is better than Patrick." He mugs Nubs.

"Nigga no it's not." A'zaire smacks his teeth.

"Y'all momma's must've really hated y'all." I mumble.

"I'm so glad my Toota here." I say aloud randomly.

"Y'all not really calling him Toota are you?" Dean asks.

"Yes the hell?" A'zaire says.

"Toota such a cute nickname. Hi Tootaaa." Duce coos.