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𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ❝𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢❞ 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 |𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚| 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝟏𝟏:𝟎𝟗 𝐚𝐦
❝𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆?❞ 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 raised her eyebrows looking at dd straight faced.
"3."
"2."
1."
"gold," they both say at the same time, sola nodded with a smile turning back to her ipad.
"i like that, we on the same page." she mumbled before humming. "gold accessories and pink base."
"we finna be so clean ma," dd hyped clapping his hands, "me in a pink suit? and you in ya pink dress with the stomach part cut out for the baby and shit. power moves."
sola paused, furrowing her eyebrows as she side eyed him. "what fuckin baby david?"
"the baby in your stomach," he slightly frowned, shoulders dropping dramatically.
"there is no baby in my stomach sekani," she said through gritted teeth putting her ipad down.
"still?" he fully frowned, his eyes saddening before he threw his head back sassily.
"yo womb stubborn as hell, sola. i'm talkin bout iron-clad. like... baby-proofed or sumn."
sola blinked at him, deadpan. "you tryna say my uterus got a security system?"
"yes, ma," he huffed dramatically. "24/7 surveillance. alarm go off anytime i shoot the club up."
she couldn't help the laugh that slipped, though she tried to cover it with a hand. "you're so—ugh, shut up."
dd grinned at her reaction, scooting closer on the couch and placing his head in her lap like nothing had just been said. "i'm jus sayin. we got the house, the date set, the love, the vibe—only thing missin is that lil co-signer. lil me and you mix. preferably with ya nose and my eyebrows."
she rolled her eyes, but her hand automatically went to play in his hair. "we tryna get married, and you tryna stuff a baby in me like we not already on a time crunch."
"a multitasking couple," he corrected, eyes closed now like he was already dreaming about it. "we can handle it. do both. walk down the aisle and waddle down it."
