Vicky walked into the living room with the music box I bought her yesterday. She was with her phone too. Thank God she stopped talking to that Brandon goat. I hate him more than I dislike Lil Wayne.
Vicky was putting on a blue bum short that stopped right after her butt and a stripped long sleeve. She dropped her music box on the table and walked to the standing stick used in videoing.
She set her phone in it and came to me.
"Am competing in a couple dance contest and I need you to dance with me. I really want to win...the women I met at antenatal care are also competing and I bragged alot cause am sure we'll win"
she said pulling my arm.
I refused to stand up.
"Randyyyy, carrot nose c'mon!" She winced pulling me up with two hands.
"Am sorry but I don't dance" I stated and
sat back on the chair.
"What? Stop lying to me hunn, I really want to win" she said
"Am busy" I said blowing her off. She shut my laptop and threw it to the next chair.
geez, such nerves.. Pregnant women are
something else – so aggressive.
"C'mon hubby!!!" She rapsed and ran to her music box turning on a song...
Yummy by Justin Bieber.
Seriously?
yeah, you got that yummy, yum
That yummy, yum
That yummy, yummy
Yeah, you got that yummy, yum
That yummy, yum
That yummy, yummy
Say the word, on the way
Yeah babe, yeah babe, yeah babe
Any night, any day
Say the word, on my way
Yeah babe, yeah babe, yeah babe
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