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Angel Reese-Johnson
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"All this pink" Flau'jae said with the look of disgust on her face, "Come on now bae be for real"

"Flau'jae she not a boy, and it's not just pink. It's pink, silver, and white"

"Why we can't just do white and silver?"

"Cause she's a pink type of girl, but for the sake of you, we're adding white and silver" I said before laughing at her a little

"Or just even a basic white good"

"I need you to get pass the fact that we doing pink. Every girl needs pink in their life, it make things better"

"Alright" she said waving me off

Months flew by quick, so we're starting to decorate the baby's room. Well I am — all Flau'jae is doing is crying about the color choice

Flau'jae typically leaves all the decorating up to me anyways. My baby can't decorate to save her damn life

If it was only up to her everything would just be white and she'll throw a splash of diamonds somewhere.

Right now, I'm hanging up all of her freshly washed clothes. I always wash new clothes before I wear them.

It makes sense.

"And what list of names have you came up with?" I asked before she got excited which caused me to smile

"I came up with a lot, but I'm only feeling two" she said before my stomach started turning, "A'Jaeuh and Au'Jae, what you think?"

I just stood there smiling for a second because her excitement is adorable. Even though she wanted a boy, she's still up in spirits.

As she should be cause she taking care of her child regardless. She love kids anyway, so she's good

The only thing she's not in spirits about is my color choice of pink. She just wants white and silver, and I rebuke it

"They're cute bae, I see what you did adding your name in there. I like A'Jaeuh better than the other name" I told her before she started dancing happily

"So listen, it's A'Jaeuh Ciara Johnson"

"Okay, you did your thing baby. I still wanna hear the other names, but I don't think ima like them" I said being serious

I'm actually in love with the name A'Jaeuh now. I just love how she incorporated our names

"I was thinking Malaika for her middle name cause it means Angel, but I like Ciara"

"I like Ciara too, you know I would prefer my first name to be Ciara instead of my middle name. " I said before she laughed and shook her head

"Yes, I know cause you tell me almost once every week" she said causing me to shrug my shoulders a little

Don't get me wrong, I love my first name because it's unique to me. I just think my middle name should've been my first.

"It should've been that way or I wouldn't keep complaining" I simply said, "And bae, I feel like this  room too small for her"

It's too small for me, but if I say the baby I may get my way. I just want more space to decorate her room, like a lot of space.

"Bae all seven of these rooms in this house is the same size as our room. You the one who told the builders to do that, I'm confused"

"Can we just move?"

"Hell no" she said immediately causing me to laugh to myself, "Why you keep asking that?"

"Cause I'm serious, I want her to have three times the space" I said while looking around the room at the little space I have

"This room is big as hell, so what little space you looking at?" she asked now looking around confused, "Ain't shit small about this house, we not moving"

"I'm bout to cry, for real" I said while continuing to hang up the baby clothes, "Cause why?"

"I just said why and when you look around, you see why. You're living in a tailored-made three story mansion"

"So?"

"We not going nowhere, and I'll be crazy if I say yeah. We got a jacuzzi, pool, basketball court, patio, and more in our backyard"

"I helped design this house, I know the in's and out's" I said now upset because she really just sat here and said no

"So then you know other people gotta leave they house just to go to the basketball court and shit. We don't have no valid reason to move, mamas"

"Stop talking to me"

"You so damn spoiled, I blame me though. You getting out of hand, you really mad?" she asked while making her way over to me

"I'm not happy" I said in a obvious tone

"Alright, I'll figure something out as far as space" she said before a smile plastered across my face, "We still ain't moving though"

Ohh, she standing on business this time.

"Okay"

We finished up leaving out the room and going downstairs. My stomach is touching my back and I've been calm about it

I'm ready to eat now because my bomb is ticking.

"I should've ordered something to eat" I said before sighing and watching Flau'jae mess with the stove top

"No cause I'm cooking for you"

"You bout to try and cook all that shrimp in that baby skillet" I said before she turned and looked at me, "You need a bigger skillet for this, so get another one"

All these years and she still ain't learned shit from watching me cook.

"Where they at?" I gave her a blank stare before making my way to one of the cabinets. Where did she get the first one from?

I must be the only one who live here. Why don't she know where shit is in her own house?

I started to bend down before being knocked out by reality. Some of the shit that comes with pregnancy should be illegal

"I can't bend down, so you have to get it. Why don't you know where stuff is?"

"Cause I don't cook" she said while getting a skillet and closing the cabinet, "But I'm tryna be a good wife"

"You already a good wife, and why are you thawing out the shrimp in hot water?"

I picked up the bag of shrimp from the sink full of hot water and tossed it on the counter.

"Cause I gotta thaw it out" she said while looking at me before I laughed, "It's froze, what's funny?"

"You are so innocent, it's actually cute. I can't even be mad right now cause you trying" I said before she gave me a cheesy smile

"I probably should've chose to do this another day. You act like the grinch when you hungry, just mean"

"I'm not gonna act like the grinch this time, I'll just help. I know you don't know what you're doing, baby"

This is gonna be a long cooking session, but I'm gonna hold it together.

She trying and I love her for that

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