“I wanna put a baby in you,” I blurted. Vayce choked on his drink. “Yo, J what the fuck is wrong with you?” “So you wouldn’t carry my baby?” I looked at him in disbelief while he laughed his ass off. “You better be glad niggas can’t get pregnant. We’d have a slew of stair steppers. With yo’ fine ass. Six weeks who? Boy lay yo’ ass down and pull them Hanes to the side.”
Lmaoooooo
