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kimetrius :

i didn't say anything to diego..i guess i just kind of let it go. it's really not like that anyways,

believe though when i say if he tries that shit again then he's done for.

i was too tired the next morning to even say anything, he had to literally beg me to wake up for almost an hour straight before i could force myself to crawl out of bed.

i'm glad he's an heavy sleeper, because right as i finally got to a sleeping state jahseh woke me up banging on my door.

he was yelling about how he could kill me for running off with his baby, then he would yell at me and get more mad when i fell asleep during his little yelling sessions.

the last thing i remember was him telling me to get my shit together and throwing a pink fluffy duffle bag in my arms.

"diego" sewed into the side. that's about all i could remember. i can't even remember if stokeley was there or not.

and that was about three in morning, i fell asleep maybe thirty minutes before jahseh came blazing. oh but just wait for it,

diego's an early bird.

he was fucking jumping on me by five. skating around the room with his skates on, sitting in my lap bouncing up and down. playing with my hair and  dragging a finger across my eyelashes.

i swear, i came so fucking close to strangling him.

"diego, come get breakfast," i made heart shaped pancakes because that's what he begged me to make and i didn't want to fight.

now i have a huge fucking burn on my hand. for one i can't even cook and for two i was falling asleep in the middle of flipping a pancake and almost fell over.

i put some peanut butter and syrup out, sitting his plate down on the counter.

"diego, bruh come on,"  i heard a small "coming daddy" then he came skating into the kitchen with max in his arms.

"good morning again daddy," he twirled around the kitchen in his skates to where i was standing and gave me a kiss on my jaw.

"mornin, now sit and eat. i have a busy day," i replied, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him around to the other side of the counter.

i pulled the chair out for him, helping him into the seat.

"daddy, will you take my skaties off pwease," he's so fucking needy. yet, i found myself pulling off the tiny skates and rolling them against the wall. still feeding his needs.

diego started kicking his legs when i got up, he was dancing in his seat. making a mess out of the peanut butter and syrup.

"what do you want to drink," waiting for him to respond, i walked over back to the other side of the counter where the refrigerator is.