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I swallowed hard looking behind August to see Bryson standing right there. 
                          
August tried to turn his head, but I grab his manhood making him turn back around.  
                          
He close his eyes moaning making me nod my head at Bryson. 
                          
Bryson tapped August shoulder as I let his manhood go. "Aye yo August?" 
                          
August turned towards Bryson, & Bryson knocked him out cold. 
                          
I ran over to the sick washing my hands cleannnnnnn. 
                          
Bryson grabbed the two bags I packed as I turned off the water. 
                          
I rinsed my hands off before making my way out of August room as Bryson followed. 
                          
"Manya you could of got rape just now." Bryson yelled at me as he place my bags into the backseat. 
                          
"You act like I know he was going to do that. I needed some of my stuff." I yelled back. 
                          
He got into the car turning on the engine pulling out of the driveway. "That's why it call a fucking store." 
                          
"The fuck Bryson? Why buy more stuff if I already have it?" 
                          
"You could of got our unborn baby kilt just now! I would of bought the shit." 
                          
"i no necesito comprar una mierda para mí Bryson . tengo mi propio dinero , ¿de acuerdo ? ¡bueno!" (I don't need you buying shit for me Bryson. I have my own money, okay? Okay!) 
                          
He looked at me hard and long before looking back at the road. "soy tu hombre manya ! Im que va a mantener a mi mujer no me importa lo que usted dice ." (I am your man Manya! I'm going to provide for my woman I don't care what you say.) 
                          
I was turned on by him speaking Spanish! I forgot I taught him the language when I was pregnant with Royal since I use to stay arguing with him with Spanish. 
                          
I bit my lip. "papi me tienes enciendo ." I whined. (Daddy you got me turn on.) 
                          
"So I do? That's what your ass get for wanting to argue with somebody in fucking Spanish." 
                          
I rolled my eyes at him and got out the car grabbing my Wendy's bag as he grabbed my bags from the back. 
                          
"Look at the couple that left a hundred years ago." Ashley said opening door rolling her eyes. 
                          
"Uh Ashley I'm not in mood. Bryson got me horny as fuck." 
                          
Ashley fan me off. "Bitch I'm not surprise, you be wanting dick almost everyday damn." 
                          
We walked into the living room sitting on the sofa. "No I don't girl. You exaggerating to much." 
                          
"For the last two months you kept talking about your much you want Bryson dick, but he won't give it to your horny pregnant ass." She rolled her eyes. 
                          
I chuckled. "Mane boe fuck you!" 
                          
"I bet you want Bryson to fuck you doe!" She got up standing on the chair and start dancing. "Nya mad cause she ain't getting no Zick.... No Zick. Haaaaa!" 
                          
She started crying laughing making herself fall off the chair. 
                          
I felt my eyes get watery. "You hurt my feelings Ash." 
                          
She stopped laughing and looked at me. "You forreal?" 
                          
I nodded wiping the falling tear. 
                          
She pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry phoobear. Oh yeah, have y'all found out the gender?" 
                          
I nodded. "We're having a boy."
                          
She let go of me and started twerking. "Yassss bitchhhh you having a Bryson jr."