"Merry Christmas, pretty girl." I smiled. She's for sure Jasmine's twin.
Her and Cyncere damn near ran into one other trying to hug, I turned my attention towards Jasmine and Siya who were in the kitchen. I greeted them as well with some hugs and took my nephew from Kasiya. Marquise was going on a year now and can walk, but always wanted to be carried.
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He looked like he was tired but as soon as Kj and Nehemiah walked into the kitchen, his head shot up. He wiggles his way out my arms and I put him down so he could play around with his cousin. My kids greeted their aunties with open arms before I let them start running around.
"Where y'all baby daddies at?" I asked about big Quise and Project. Black people are never on time, so I didn't bother asking about anyone else.
"Outside smoking, as usual." Jasmine shook her head.
"Hey Mamé." Project's little brother gave me a side hug.
"Aw, hey Tootie." I called him by his nick name. He's Darren's brother from his mother's side, 15 years old and bad as fuck. "Merry Christmas."
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"Do me a favor and get the Pasta in my car? I don't know how I forgot it." I pulled my keys out from my purse.
"I got you." He smirked and happily accepted the keys.
"What the hell did I just do." I watched him walk out of the house.
"Girl, you better pray that lil boy don't start his drivers Ed in your car." Siya spoke.
"I'll beat his little ass." I responded as I checked my phone. I had multiple Merry Christmas text messages that I had to responded to, so I did that as I wondered what was taking this little boy so long. I put it back in my purse once Tootie brought in my pasta.
"Yo shit hella clean, lemme get a lil spin in it?" He asked with wide eyes as he still held onto my keys.
"Tootie, hell no." I held my hand out for the keys.
