When they finished, Morocco pulled a cigarette from his pocket and slipped it into his mouth.
“Let me get my nicotine fix then I’ll grab June, if that’s okay.”
I nodded quickly. “You’re good.”
“Thanks.” He slid past his brother and headed out the front door.
Stone exhaled and collapsed at the table with me.
“You look so cute being all domestic,” I said.
He chuckled. “Yeah? Me washing dishes is doing it for you?”
“Yeah, actually.”
He winked at me. “Well, watching you snuggling a baby is doing shit to me too, so…”
“Aw. You want to be my baby daddy?”
“Baby daddy, husband, and all that.”
“Maybe I’ll let you. You seem like you’d be a great house husband.”
“A house husband?” he repeated.
“Mhm. Trust me, baby daddy, I make great money selling these feet pics.”
“I’d sling dope again before I let you take care of me financially.” He scoffed.
I pursed my lips.
“Well, if we get married, our money would be shared anyway.” I lifted my foot and set it on his lap. “Plus, you can always feature in my content when you want. Then, we’d be business partners and you’d be responsible for half the profit anyway.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I think we’d look great on camera.”
“Oh. I know we would.”
I wagged my eyebrows and he chuckled.
“You’re fucking trouble.”
“That’s why you love me, Stone.”
“I do love you,” he confirmed.
We both looked back as the door opened and Morocco walked inside.
“We can keep her while you shower if you want,” Stone offered.
“You sure?”
“Junie is knocked out. She’s good. I promise.”
“Jiselle?” He looked at me.
“Yeah. We’ve got her.”