“Aimee, I don’t know if you know, but we have a baby on the way.” I watched as Aimee laughed in her face. “No, you don’t.” “Yes, we do… be upset with him but respect that a baby is going to come.” She removed herself from the bar and rubbed her stomach. I held Aimee around the waist and she didn’t remove my hand which as a small step. “Bitch, you have IBS, and go ahead and lie because I have proof. That stomach bloated because you gotta boo-boo.”
Oh okayyyy Big Aim!!!!
