I hope this does not turn out too bad and that you enjoy this chapter. I have had writer's block for a long while now, but I am back as much as I can be. To everyone in school, work, or are just struggling in life, keep fighting! This is unedited and a bit short. Fighting!🤟🏾💜 Deuces!✌🏾
_______Nathaniel
'Hakuna matata ya
Oh oh oh oh...'I watched in amusement as Aiden and Aryan dances with their mama happily to the song playing at moment from their dance playlist. At a young age our kids already have a diverse taste.
They're literally singing and dancing to a song in a language that they do not speak. It also made me proud in a sense. They are learning and exploring on their own, as well as accepting other cultures as if it is a part of their own.
"Daddy, come dance wit' us!", called an excited Aryan.
I was not the best dancer. I was mediocre at best nor did I really care to dance much. However, if that was what my daughter wanted of me then so be it. I was going to fuck up a sprinkler in this bitch.
"You suck, poppa", commented Aiden watching as I made a fool of myself.
Omi sniggered caressing her bump as she watched. Placing my hands on my hips I narrowed my eyes at my sniggering wife.
"I don't see you doing anything. I was fucking shit up, thank you very much, little boy", I chided.
He scoffed placing his hands on his little hips as well.
"That was a disgrace, poppa!", challenged Aiden.
I gasped appalled.
"Take it back!", I demanded.
"No!", he protested.
"You want ice cream, baby?"
'Ah, yes, mommy! Yes, please!'
"Let's go then."
"I challenge you to a dance off then little boy and don't go runnin' to your mama like a little bi-bird when I spank that a-butt", I challenged, catching myself before I cursed at times.
"Don't go cryin' to grandma when I beat you old man", Aiden retorted sassily.
I rolled my eyes.
"Let's go then", I growled.
I was tired as hell. Tired, but not done just yet. I would not lose to a child, especially not my child. I was going to break his li-
"Ow!"
I fell onto the floor like a log. Letting out a groan I rolled onto my stomach.
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Baby, You're A 10 (BBW/PlusSize)
Short Story"Baby, you're a ten. You have zero flaws and you're the one for me" -Nathaniel Vitro or the one in which a plus-size woman is adored and loved on by the big man on campus who just so happens to be her crazy loving boyfriend.