Page 48 of Drill Session

“And you blow ‘em away and eat this ass. So, don’t play like a lil’ booty crumb stopped you from eating it.”

“You right, it don’t. I didn’t say it didn’t. I’m just calling you out on yo shit. You gon’ open that drawer one day and see rice cakes and shit.”

“If you dare,” she pointed at me. “Touch my junk drawer, I’m gonna go in your weed stash and flush all that shit.”

I laughed because I knew she wasn’t joking around. “That’s primo weed you’re talkin’ ‘bout bae. Them lil’ cheap ass snacks, don’t compare to that.”

Our banter continued until she had finished her cereal and settled onto the body pillow positioned between us. Sleep took over the both of us, but I went after her and just like I said, she fell asleep on the movie, not even thirty minutes after it started playing.

Delivery Time

The sound of my alarm going off stirred me awake, so through low eyes and a loud yawn, I reached over and grabbed it off the nightstand. Akira’s loud snoring ass was sound asleep with drool on the side of her cheek and shit. When I leaned up off the bed to sit up, I felt something wet, making me flip the covers back in confusion. The room was dimly lit from the light on Akira’s nightstand and her fear of sleeping in pitch black. With a frown, I bent down and smelled the wet spot. It didn’t smell like piss and there wasn’t a foul order, but Akira’s piss didn’t smell like pee, so I was confused as hell.

“Bae,” I called out to her, and shook her gently. “Princess wake up!” I shook her a little harder this time and her head shot up. The side of her right cheek was wet, and she looked around the room in confusion before landing her eyes on me.

“Huh,” she muttered.

“Bae, you’re wet. Did you pee in the bed?”

“Huhhhh,” she grunted and then stretched her body. “Pee? What pee?”

“Pee… piss… Did you pee? You’re wet.”

Reality sank in when I told her that, making her feel the spot and releasing a dramatic gasp.

“Oh my gosh, Drill, I think my water broke,” she shrieked. “Oh shit!” She scrambled out of bed as fast as she could and I staggered over to the side of the bed, running to her aid to help her.

“Are you in any pain?”

“Yessss, just some cramping, but their tolerable.”

“Shit, let me help you wash up while I call your doctor?—”

“No,” she cut me off. “Call my mama. Call my mama first.”

I reached for her phone off the nightstand and walked her inside the bathroom, while dialing her mama. She picked up on the first few rings.

“What’s wrong baby girl,” her daddy answered instead.

“Wassup Mr. Moore.”

“What’s going on? Everything cool?” he asked, sounding wide awake.

“Not even a lil’ bit.”

“Put the phone on speaker, I need to speak to her,” Akira spoke.

“This yo daddy,” I told her.

Before I could respond, she snatched the phone out my hand and sat it on the bathroom counter and turned the hot water on.

“Daddy,” she breathed. “Where is mama?”

“She right here sleep, I just came back from doing my morning run and making me some coffee. I’m about to shower now?—”

“Daddy, wake mama up please,” she yelled with an attitude.

“Baby girl is it anything I can help with?”

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