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I was on my private flight to Atlanta a day earlier to surprise Michael. I was petting a sleeping Lola on my lap while scrolling on Twitter seeing Tweets about Laila's performance from tonight, her winning a Grammy, blue Ivy winning a Grammy for narrating my "Hair Love" book and Laila and I on the red carpet.
"When the fuck did Y/N start singing, and why she not doing it full time?! I read. "Y'all can't tell me
Y/N's not THAT girl!!" Someone else tweeted. "Laila's Grammy was well deserved period" another person tweeted. "They both looked beautiful and sounded beautiful 😍" I read another tweet as a tweet from Laila appeared on my timeline from yesterday.I just laughed to myself snooping around in the comments section. "Oh she a freak😝" someone commented. "Her and Michael out here living the best lives😂" I also read as an incoming text from Michael came in.
Husband🤍: you looked and sounded
beautiful tonight baby girl❤️Me: Thank you honeybun☺️
Husband🤍: I can't wait to see you tomorrow
I miss you.Me: aww i miss you too, I can't wait
to be in the house for the first time.Husband🤍: yeah it's quiet with you not here
Me: I don't know if that's a good
thing or bad thing😂Husband🤍: both I be tired of
hearing you sometimes😂Me: don't ask for any ass when you see me🙄
Husband🤍: 😂. I be tired but when I don't
hear you it feels off and I want you here. I rather be tired of hearing you verses not hearing you at
All.He texted as I just smiled at his text. I then "loved" the text beginning to text him again.
Me: alright be easy because I don't
even be talking that much.....Husband🤍: you don't I just wanted
to talk shit😂
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
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