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Dior was bored and Donna was sleeping, so she walked over to Brian’s.
“Hey,” she said excitedly as C hugged her, lifting her off of the ground.
“Look at you. I knew I shouldn’t have left ya’ll alone,” he joked as he looked down at her protruding belly.
“Shut up.” She laughed as she playfully hit him and walked into the house.
“You lookin’ good, though. When you due?” he asked.
“A lil’ over three months.”
“Cool. The Reese men live on,” he said proudly.
“What’s wit’ this family and men?” she asked as she sat down.
“That’s all we make,” he told her.
“Whatever. Where Brian?” she asked.
“Sleep.”
“What ya’ll do last night?” she asked suspiciously.
“Got drunk.”
Dior shrugged and started to change the channels on the TV. She’d been at Brian’s so much lately that she felt right at home.