Page 55 of Love me Like XO

“Since y’all wanna talk about my food, don’t reach for a damn thing over here, fam.”

We both laughed at the serious expression on her face.

“That look may do something to ya’ baby father but fuck outta here. As a matter of fact bring that shit in here.” Irish waved her off.

“That’s what I thought. What were y’all in here talking about anyway?” She stopped by the kitchen to grab paper plates and the roll of napkins before coming to where we were.

“Yo’ sister. Bitch got put out, that’s why she was staying with Grams.”

Empress shook her head, barely moved by Fiona’s actions at this point. “I don’t expect anything different from her. They’ll never require her to grow the fuck up, so why would she?”

“I’m with you when you’re right, shorty.” Irish nodded in her direction.

“Anyway, I have a different question. Where the fuck does Rev be? He’s never around shit even in moments like this he be MIA.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Beats me, that nigga be on some super-secret shit. I’m convinced he’s working with MI6 or something like that.”

We all laughed, before the air grew serious. “What is going to come of y’all’s sister?”

“A ho will be a ho.” Irish shrugged his shoulders before his eyes landed on Empress. “How are you feeling over there, big mama?”

“Like my eyes and actions wrote a check that my ass couldn’t cash. I will figure it out though, after all I spend my time reading all of those parenting books. Though they contradict themselves and one another they’re full of knowledge.”

Irish chuckled. “Shorty, parenthood ain’t that hard. I didn’t read no books and look at it; baby girl is all good.”

Empress nodded her head. “You’re right, but what about for people who had no intention on being a parent, no maternal instinct.”

“Yo, you sound crazy as fuck. You got more maternal instinct than most bitches I know. Had you not had any, you would’ve shot your one that day with Fiona, instead of teasing her ass.”

“I second that, and plus you’re not in this alone. You have all of us. I mean I don’t know shit about kids besides when old boy over here tricks me into babysitting Trixie’s bad ass.”

Empress nodded. “Thank you both.”

“Shit don’t thank me yet. Shorty, you’re having twins. That shit’s gonna be a bitch for the first few months.”

I laughed. “I’m moving in for that month. We got this.”

Empress laughed. “I’ll hold you to that. Also, Irish I’ve never put you in my business, but I need a favor.”

He threw his head forward. “What’s up?”

“Can you ask your boy to stop calling me? Like literally the shit is borderline obsessive.”

“Why don’t you block his ass? I mea?—”

“I did, but he keeps calling from other numbers.”

Irish shook his head. “I don’t even fuck with that nigga like that no more. He was on some weird shit at Eyx’s one night. I couldn’t fuck with it.”

My sister nodded her head.

I was about to respond, when my phone alerted me to a text.

Malik: I’m busy as fuck but I want some pussy,

Malik: Like bad…bad.

Me: Hello to you too. Nasty.

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