*JAMIRA* “Ooh, Eric… I think I like this one.” “No, the last one was definitely better.” “But this one has a double oven and French doors.” “Those are so overrated.” I pouted as Eric gently kissed my lips. “Okay, crybaby. Set up an appointment and we’ll go see it in person. If you still like it, we can look into getting it.” I looked up at him. “You really mean it?” “Anything for the mother of my children.” “Children? Eric, we are one and done.” “You say that now,” he said with a smirk. That man always had something up his sleeve. He was so good at hiding it too, so I never knew what was going on inside that head of his. “Mimi, can you help me with my homework?” “Sure. As soon as your uncle chops those vegetables up for me.” “Do it yourself,” he laughed. “You sound like a man who plans to starve tonight.” “Takeout, baby.” “Eric!” Eric got off the couch and walked toward the kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he moved around. I shook my head as Kayla laughed at h
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