Shay
“I can’t believe Isha still has to deal with skanks even after eight years of being with the guys,” I said.
“You telling me, you don’t deal with women hitting on your husbands?” Camille asked as she held her newborn little girl, Sade, in her arms.
“I honestly haven’t noticed. I’m too busy trying to keep their hands off of me in public. I swear Bryson and Bryce will find any opportunity to f*ck me. I’m not complaining, I love it. But other women drama? We just don’t have it,” I said. I felt blessed.
“Mama, can I haf some mowe of Wya’s cake?” I looked down at my little Briar. Her strawberry blonde hair, so much like her brothers, shined in the sun. She had on a cute little yellow bathing suit with a ruffled butt. Camille made it for her third birthday almost a year ago. She’l
