When The Side N*gga Catch Feelings

by Jessica N. Watkins

family, babe.” Again, he shrugged

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the bullshit was Mo. That's why he was looking just as stressed. He tried to hide it while he buried his face in the beard that he was lining up, but I could still peep his vibe. The closer Teyanna got to me, the more stressed out I got. I was about to fuck dude’s lining all the way up, for real. “Hey, baby.” As Teyana spoke to me, I could smell the cucumber-melon fragrance on her. Yeah, she was that damn close. But before I could say anything, a shrieking, “Daddy!” pierced the air. It was only piercing because it was like the ringing of the first-round bell in a heavyweight boxing match. I caught the sneer in Teyanna’s eyes as she glared towards the back of the shop where TJ’s voice was rising as he approached me. When her eyes grew, I knew that Paris must have been behind my son.