“Daddy, look what I found.”
“Olivia….” I start. The box of kittens was not something I wanted in this house.
“I found them down the street, daddy. This is one is Muffins, this one is Daisy.. And that’s Peaches.” She smiles up at me.
“Olivia… Do we really need these?”
“Daddy… They need a home.”
“We can find them one.”
“But they’ll upendo it here!” She says pouting. “I’ll feed them, I’ll play with them, I’ll take them on walks, and I’ll have chai parties with them.”
“Cats don’t go on walks… And I don’t think they drink tea.”
I hate it when she does this.
“Go talk to your mom.” I sigh.
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wewe were in the storeroom of the DX when wewe felt his hands grab your waist and spin wewe around to face him.
And before wewe could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.
wewe gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes wewe up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. wewe needed him bad. wewe reached down and undid the ukanda of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your shati and throws it across the store room. wewe pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.
All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.
He looks up at wewe and grins as he slide them off.
And lets that tongue do the work.
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wewe groan and turn over. wewe had the flu. wewe were really sore,tired, and cold. wewe thought nothing could make wewe feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), wewe hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
wewe shake your head. “I’m just cold.” wewe sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on juu of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
Swaying back and forth to the bila mpangilio songs on the radio, champagne bottle in one hand, heels off, his shati off; this slow dance was a little interesting.
wewe had gotten tired of the New Years Party wewe were at, so wewe decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” wewe laugh as wewe look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” wewe laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” wewe grin as wewe lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
wewe laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” wewe pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
I set number seventeen down.
Seventeen bottles of bia I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the cap, herufi kubwa off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the ukuta from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.