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Despite the early hour, JK slowly awakens from my bed after having spent the night at mine. His inked canvas of an upper body remains shirtless meanwhile loose boxers dress his lower half but fail to conceal his print.

He sits up and exits my bedroom with a groggy hum to find me in the living room; fully dressed and placing a single plant pot by the window. I continue to appreciate its healthy green leaves while JK leans against the doorframe and tiredly rubs one eye.

"...Fuck kinda weed is that?"

"Well good morning to you too. And this isn't weed, it's a Peace Lily."

"So... No drugs."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Whatever. Why you growing flowers?" He casually opens the fridge. My smile fails to fade as I shrug.

"Sometimes nature just... Gives you that wake-up call you needed, I suppose. Whenever my worries get too much, I wanna be able to bring myself back to Earth. Starting with this Peace Lily."

"Right..." JK pretends to understand whilst grabbing a J2O bottle and easily popping off its lid. His bangs tilt when he throws his head back and gulps before walking up from behind and capturing me in a backhug. The grumbles of his morning voice against my ear have me smiling shamelessly.

"Enough about flowers. How you like being ate last night?"

"Hmm... Well you had some trouble finding the clit at first but I think you got there in the end."

"What? Quit playing, I'm always on point."

"Uh huh. Sure." I chuckle. He's still got a long way to go if he thinks he can outshine Kim.

*Ring ring!* The buzzing on the coffee table causes JK's hold to soften. I reach for my phone and quickly answer.

"Hey Paps. Everything okay?"

"Aside from getting the bubble guts every 20 minutes from nervousness, I'm swell! Shego, could you do me a massive favor and bring me that suit I sent to the dry cleaners? I gotta collect it by 3 but I won't make it."

"No worries, I'll bring it to you."

"You're a lifesaver. I'll take it off your hands at your store. Thanks Shego!" *Beep.*

"What was that about? He sounds like he rushing." JK sits with spread knees.

"My Dad got offered to host an antique car show up in Beverly Hills tonight after his online popularity. I guess his consistency took him from 200 followers to like, a few thousand. Would you like to come? He's really nervous so I'm sure he'd love to have some familiar faces there."

"You know that won't apply to me but sure, I'm there."

"Awesome! The event's at 8 o'clock tonight so I should probably get going."

"Cool. Imma hit the showers first then meet you at the Customs."

"Okay. Lock the door before you leave." I toss JK my house keys after placing a brief kiss on his lips. He salutes me with two fingers as I wave my exit.

It doesn't even take a full minute for JK's phone to ring next. The tattooed racer tosses a towel over his shoulder before unflipping his phone and bringing it to his ear. "Yo."

"Ayy man it's Offset and Q. Watchyu doing tonight?"

"Uhh imma be in Beverly Hills. She's Dad's got some car show going on."

"Damn Beverly Hills? Y'all kicking it with the WHITE whites. It's cool. We thought you'd be at homegirl's shop but Me and Offset just passed through and only her Dad was there, so we left you a little something."

"And let us know if you change yo mind! Telling you man, this strip's crazy. You'll be missing out." Offset hollers in the background.

"Nah, I ain't really feeling the strip clubs lately. Thanks Q, I'll hit you up later." At that, JK easily hangs up and proceeds into the shower.

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I rotate the pink, heart-shaped wheel of my Chevrolet Camaro when pulling into the parking lot outside of Toshiko Customs. Careful not to crinkle Dad's suit, I then lift the dress bag by its hanger before hurrying inside. The door remains unlocked despite business hours being closed, prompting Dad to rush over at the sound of my entrance.

"There you are!"

"Here I am. Aaand here's your suit."

"Ugh, you're a lifesaver Shego. Gosh I'm so nervous. I mean what do I do? What do I say? Do I just hide out in the bathroom and hoard the free drinks? Oh that's good. Nobody will find me in there."

"Paps, you're overthinking it."

"Overthinking? Do you know who's sponsoring this event?? Motor. Magazine. And they're expecting little old me to host everything!"

"Okay look, your content revolves around car specs right? And you deliver the information through corny Dad jokes."

"...Well I wouldn't say they're corny—"

"So just write a script thanking the directors for the opportunity and be sure to make a ton of your jokes. Comedy is your best ticket out of awkwardness. Plus, I'm sure your supporters will find it adorable."

Dad waves his finger and nods with tucked lips. "Okay... Okay that's good. I'll pizzazz them with humor."

"That's the spirit. On a side note, I'm super proud of you Paps. It's great to see you doing your own thing and getting opportunities like this. You deserve it."

"Aw Pumpkin." Dad lowers the suit to embrace me.

"It means the world that you'll be there. It'll feel like father-daughter time again." He kisses my head whilst stroking my back. "...I don't think I could do this without you."

"That reminds me! I invited JK earlier. He'll be coming with us as well."

Dad's expression wilts over my shoulder until he's staring at the wall with an unconvincing smile. "Yay."

I playfully swat his back once we pull apart, to which he suddenly clicks his fingers and approaches the front counter.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. One of your friends dropped something off here not too long ago."

"Friends?" But I don't have friends...

"Uh, yeah. He said his name was Q?" Dad crouches behind the counter with a groan from the spinal stiffness, before ultimately placing a hot silver tray on the countertop. I furrow my brows and step closer.

"What is it?"

"I don't know but it smells delicious."

Dad removes the silver-foiled cover to reveal a long tray of freshly made brownies. Steam instantly escapes the surface while its deliciously plump fudge radiates a sweet, chocolaty scent.

"These look amazing. But why would your friend leave behind brownies?"

"You said he only just dropped these, right? Maybe JK told Quavo about your car show and left these to show his support."

Paps shakes his head at the baked goods whilst patting his belly. "Eh, I don't know if I should. I'm on a diet you see, so these brownies? These wouldn't be good for the old scale..."

"...Paps, you're picking one up."

"Shego I don't know what you're... Oh. I guess I am." Paps gawks at the treat in his hand before shrugging. "Huh. Well it's already in my hand so I suppose I have to eat it."

"Great logic," I chuckle.

Without a second thought, Dad tosses the first brownie square into his mouth and chews it whole, leading me to take one and bite half. We both mutually nod at the satisfying taste and texture.

"Mmf, now that's good. Please tell me this friend of yours is up for hire." Paps grabs two more.

I pluck another square and nod with both entangled brows and widened eyes. "Right?? There's something so addicting about these."

As the clock's hands turn, Dad and I clear the tray brownie by brownie until our supply of 20 servings declines to a mere 2.

I reach for my final bite and inch the brownie towards my lips when suddenly, the world around me bursts with beautifully spiraling colors. The room's whiteness almost turns blinding while the sky outside swirls with shades of blue that seem animated. I look around in confusion but it's as if the sudden weight of time has my eyes and body moving in slow motion...

The simple act of walking forward feels like missing the step of a staircase, causing me to scream and grasp the countertop for dear life. As I look down, I watch my feet dangle over what looks like green clouds and a black sky, while my hand appears to be latched onto the top of a tower.

"Paps, help! I'm falling!"

"Falling?" He asks with squinted-red eyes, before morphing his dazed expression into a slow chuckle. "I thought we were floating."

"Oh... You're right." I slowly stand straight and spread my arms. He's right... I feel so light all of a sudden. Like the clouds are lifting me as well as every object in the room.

That's when the environment hits me. The overly saturated colors, the echoey, deep effect on our voices, the trippy pulsing motion of the walls around us... For some reason, I begin laughing hysterically.

"Paps... I-I think we're high."

"High...?" Paps slowly looks at his feet. "But we're on the ground now."

"N-no, as in drugs... The brownies..."

Paps wheezes laughter and slaps his knee, almost falling over in the process. "Oh Shego, I don't think people can bake drugs into food... Can they?"

"I don't know but I feel weirddd haha. Gonna... Get some fresh air."

The store's front door magically opens by itself the more I slump towards it. Its light is so bright and blinding... This must be the portal to heaven.

After only a few footsteps however, I lose balance completely—

"Yo!" My body suddenly freezes mid-fall from the two arms that bind beneath my underarms. I open my eyes to get a good look at JK who holds me up with my chest to his, though it's hard not to get distracted by the little cupids flying around his head. I weakly toss my arms around his neck with laughter.

"JK! What are you dOing in Heaven?! You don't belong here!"

"Heaven? What are you on about?" He distances me with two hands on my shoulders. "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?! What's up with YOU? Always so hOrny... Haha." I flick his nose. JK lowers his brows even more when grabbing my jaw and turning me to face him.

"Wait. Did you eat Quavo's brownies?"

I nod innocently, my cheeks squished between his finger and thumb. "Yep! Paps and I ate the WhOoOle thing."

"What?!" JK hurries towards the front counter, only to witness the silver tray that's now littered with crumbs. His shoulders slack at the sight.

"Damn, y'all couldn't leave me one?"

"JK, wanna see me run fast? I swear I've got super speed. On your marks, get set—!"

"Yeah and watch your ass run into a wall." He lifts me by the waist from behind, allowing my feet to pedal rapidly in the air.

"Where's your Dad?"

"Oh, um... I don't know. I think he crawled away..."

"Aight, let's get you to the car." Airing another sigh, JK effortlessly picks me up bridal style, urging me to throw my arms with swinging legs and a bright smile. "Wooo, I'm a kite!"

He somehow manages to maintain a serious composure before placing me in the passenger seat of his Dodge Challenger and taking my store keys. He then shuts the door and heads back inside to look for Dad; eventually finding him asleep on my office floor with a flushed face and a missing shirt.

"I gotchu Paps." Despite his heavier weight, JK picks him up with only a slight groan. His forehead creases and golden muscles intensify as he carries him to the car and places him in the backseat.

Dad flops onto the backseat unconsciously while I lean against the window with dazed giggles. JK takes the driver's seat after locking up the store and shakes his head at the both of us before starting the car with a sigh. "Rookies."

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— LATER —

My face scrunches throughout my slumber from the cold, wet strokes that lap across my nose. As I gradually awaken, I'm met with a big black button sniffing all over my face...

"Where... How... Long have I been asleep?"

"About 15 minutes," JK answers from the kitchen. "Don't worry, you're still high as fuck. And I brought you to mine. AK, leave her alone." He snaps his fingers.

AK immediately backs away so I have room to sit up. Unlike the immense pressure of drunkenness, I still feel... Weightless. Like I've woken up in the middle of the Milky Way. It doesn't take me long to fall back down and giggle at the ceiling.

"What... Time is it?"

"2 o'clock. Imma try sober you up before your Dad's event though."

I continue to lay on my back when breaking into more dazed giggles. JK glances over his shoulder and cracks a grin before reaching into the cabinet beneath his sink and pulling out some sort of glass bulb.

"You have a crystal ball?!" I point, letting my arm dangle over the couch. "I knew you were a witch."

JK lights a pipe that causes the glass bowl to bubble. He then lifts it to his lips and allows smoke to engulf his face.

"Actually it's a bong. I'm tryna match your energy."

"Well THAT'S not being a good influence." I pick up a cushion to toss at him but horribly miss. My dreadful aim makes him chuckle.

"Not gonna lie, I think I prefer you high."

"Pfft you would say that. JK, hold me."

My random request fuels JK to draw nearer with a grin. A squeal quickly escapes my mouth when he effortlessly picks me up with his veiny hands securing my thighs and my legs hooked around his waist. I snuggle against JK's shoulder with a big goofy grin before playfully humping him.

"I can feel your 10 inch."

"Well you humping it ain't gonna make it go away."

"JK, do you love me?"

"Come again?"

"Do. You. Love me?" I cutely smile with closed eyes.

There's a moment of silence as he stares at me with a serious expression before licking his lips and looking away, as if debating on whether to answer.

"...You know what. I don't wanna say it like this. You won't remember it."

"I... Don't even know what we're talking about." I snort.

"Exactly. Here." After putting me back down, JK brings me a glass of lemon water with a bag of cashews. I quickly smack the bag from his hand with a pout. "nO! I don't want your filthy nuts."

"It'll sober you up." He picks up the packet and opens it. My random stubbornness is short-lived as I accept the nuts and water while JK sits beside me, casually igniting a lighter against the bong to smoke it above spread thighs.

"Yo... There's something I should probably let you in on. Since you're high, you won't freak out."

"Have you killed more people?"

"Nah... It's my secret kink."

"Secret kink?" I lean forward and squint. "Are you into feet?"

"The fuck? Nah." After another hit of his bong, JK turns to me while smoke escapes his lips and redness tints his eyes. He then uses his thumb to part my lips when gazing at them with an enclosing smirk...

"I like to spit in girls' mouths."

I lean back with a surprised gawk.

"Like... Ah-Tu!?"

"Yeah. It's hot."

"Wow, not gonna lie that's really weird."

"So you down?"

*Sigh* "I mean if that's what you like..." I face JK properly with an open mouth. He immediately coughs smoke while laughing.

"She, I'm playing. For now at least. I respect you being down so quickly though."

"Okay now it's myyyy turn to break some news. I'm warning you, mine's way better than yours."

"Oh yeah? What?"

I giggle before signaling him to lean closer. JK rolls his eyes before leaning closer. Again. And again.

With my lips practically grazing his ear, I finally whisper...

"I'm... Pregnant."

He leans back with the most mortified expression I'd ever seen. As if all the blood from his face drained within a second.

"N-No you're not."

"You're right, I'm not. Gotcha!"

JK slumps his back against the couch with the biggest sigh of relief and a hand on his forehead. "She don't do that!"

"Hey, you pranked me first!"

"Whatever." He abruptly wraps his arms around me and falls backwards until we're both laying down; watching the ceiling swirl with colors and sparkles. I innocently pick up any nuts that had scattered across my chest from the fall and plop them in my mouth.

"Mmf, good nuts."

"I gotta better nut for you, She."

"Really? What nu- Ohhh I get it. Haha. Wait... We're not sex addicts, are we?"

"Well I am, I don't know about you."

"Hmm... So should we do it right now?"

"What, you tryna fuck high?"

I shrug, "I don't know... Is it fun?"

"Oh She, I got a lot to show you." His expanding grin has me biting my lip. With matching rouge eyes and goofy grins, JK and I lock our lips into a rough but passionate kiss.

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— SOME HOURS LATER —

My eyelids slowly flutter open from the comfort of JK's couch while the room sharpens from its dazed blur. I can feel JK's bare chest expanding and deflating beneath me behind soft snores as I lay nakedly on his hard abs and curl my leg around his.

The sluggish feeling makes me curl over and lazily reach for my phone. The moment I do, I flip open the screen and stare at the digits...

8:58pm.

My eyes crash open.

I immediately scramble and stumble in the process of sprinting off before tossing a cushion at JK's face. "JK! Get up!"

"Yo what the fu..."

"My dad's event started an hour ago and we were meant to be there first, come on!

JK barely has time to rub his eyes before I toss his pants against his face and bolt into the shower. He sits up and combs his fingers through his hair with a tired yawn.

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— BEVERLY HILLS —

Hosted in a spacious and luxurious hall, the car show is filled with hundreds of guests that admire the motors lined up correspondingly. JK and I walk towards the building with checkered buntins strung above us, as well as smoke from the barbecue stands behind. JK, of course, couldn't resist helping himself to some barbecue chicken.

"JK, you're gonna get sauce on your nice outfit."

"It's cool, you can lick it off."

I shake my head facetiously. To fit the formal setting, I prepared a shoulder-less, long-sleeved evening dress that webs around my middle fingers and matches the darkness of my pressed, raven-like hair. I whipped up a suit for JK too but he refused to wear the whole thing because it was too "restricting." Alternatively, he sports a fitted black suit without a shirt underneath, exposing his tanned and tattooed pecs. He supports the look with rings, a chain and tied-back hair that parades his undercut.

JK's practically allergic to suits so this was the most I could get.

Busy chatter fills our ears once we enter the venue's showroom. I must say, it's refreshing to attend a car event that's so different from Gatti. The guests here are all older while the motors contrast our usual supercars in every way. Each car has its own classic twist with some even showcasing open hoods to display their dated engine mechanics.

"This is so cool... Do you think my dad made it on time? He ate way more brownies than me. I'm worried."

"Don't stress, he's probably cool."

"I hope so. And remember the plan. If he asks why we're late, I had a bad reaction to the edibles so you were taking care of me."

JK's gaze distances while he chews and nods, as if resurging a vision. "Oh I took care of you alright."

"JK, the story's that you were taking care of me. That's it."

"Yeah yeah, I got it."

I release a breath whilst still keeping an eye out for Dad. My attention however gets stolen by the formula 1 section that draws the biggest crowd. More specifically, Smokey Yunick's black 1957 Kurtis Kraft 500G that hosts a shiny gold capsule with matching wheels. I recognize this car... Only 14 500Gs were built since they're powered by a 4.2-liter Offenhauser straight-four. Everyone knows that Indy roadsters are the coolest cars to ever race in Indianapolis. This one alone is probably worth a fortune.

"JK look at this one! Isn't it cool?"

"Yeah, I saw. It's dope," He chews.

"Well fingers crossed that Big Joe hooks you up with a circuit race soon. You might get to drive one similar."

"Hmph, don't even remind me about that."

Just then, I notice Dad up ahead conversing with some guests in a neatly pressed suit that successfully slims down his gut. His nervousness is apparent, from the sweat glossing his forehead to his awkward laughter, though that worry is quickly replaced with relief when he spots me and excuses himself.

"Shego!"

"Paps! You're okay!"

"Barely! I woke up on the floor an hour before the event started! Not to mention this suit is a lung cage." He shifts his belt. "Are you okay? What took you so long?? And why isn't JK wearing a shirt??"

"Uh..."

— FLASHBACK —

My thigh crease cuts deeper the more I grind against JK's face while simultaneously jerking his saliva-coated length and sucking. JK catches the wet drops between my thighs with his tongue and uses his fist in my hair to bop my head more aggressively. I can't help but moan loudly against his skin while he smacks my ass hard enough to leave a rouge print.

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"Well?"

I swat JK's hand in a panic, to which he clears his throat.

"We was... Uh... Fucking?"

I quickly smack him on the arm with enlarged eyes.

"Oh um... Actually nah. I wasn't fucking your daughter. That'd be gross." He winks at me proudly. My Dad merely holds his head.

"I... Must still be hallucinating from the brownies. What did you say, Son?"

I quickly pull JK back and deliver Dad a sweet smile. "He said that he was taking care of me. I didn't have the best reaction to those brownies either."

"Well thank goodness you're okay. I really appreciate you two showing up. You look beautiful Pumpkin. And JK, you look nice in your... Almost suit."

"It wasn't by choice."

*Thump thump thump.* A deep echo travels through the room when one of the suited presenters taps his microphone on stage, grabbing everyone's attention.

"My, what an amazing turnout! We would like to thank all of our wonderful guests for attending our antique car show this evening as well as our lovely caterers, and our very special guest host of the night! Paps, care to come up here and say a few words?"

"That's you, Paps!" I excitedly shake his arm. Despite my happy whisper and JK's singular pat on the back, Dad gulps and scrambles to retrieve a crinkled paper from his pocket before approaching the stage with flushed cheeks.

"Thank you, t-thank you everyone for coming. *Ahem* Uh... It means a lot to be presented with this opportunity, as somebody who's watched the vintage car era evolve firsthand. You know, back before gas prices started rising and all. Although not to brag but I did get gas yesterday for only $1.99... Unfortunately, it was from McDonald's." He rubs his belly with a chuckle.

Everybody in the crowd laughs and gives a soft round of applause, the praise easing Dad's nerves massively. I can't help but watch with a tilted head and a smile as he proceeds.

"He looks happy." JK whispers.

"He is. I'm just glad those edibles wore off enough. I've never felt so loopy."

"No shit. I mean you was out here talking about getting pregnant. I won't lie, that shit scared me."

"Scared you? But you love kids."

"Yeah as long as they ain't mine. Otherwise it's just nightmare fuel."

"...So me getting pregnant would be a nightmare?"

JK shows a subtle eye roll. "Not like that. I just seen the shit Offset goes through and I don't wanna deal with all that. Not now anyways. I'd rather vibe and practice making them. If you feel me." He flirtatiously pulls my waist closer.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little hurt, but this has always been his plan. I guess there's nothing wrong with him having a choice. So I ultimately look up and muster a faint smile.

"I understand."

Sensing my flat tone, JK slings his arm around my neck to draw me closer. I give in and hook two hands onto his forearm while he presses a kiss to my temple from behind. "Don't overthink shit I say. You got nothing to stress about."

"Yeah, I know." I smile.

"Psst, Shego."

JK's embrace loosens when I rotate to see J behind me in a flaming red suit alongside Meek who wears a brown one. This time his hair remains untwisted and instead, neatly combed behind both ears to flaunt his perfect forehead while tinted shades conceal his eyes.

"J!"

"What's up Cuz?" With a happy beam, J spreads his arms and wraps me in a hug.

"Yo who's this?" JK instantly gears up. I chuckle and shoot him a whisper;

"Relax, J's family. I didn't know you guys would be here!"

"And miss Paps' big event? Never. Who's this?"

"Oh! J, meet JK. JK, this is my cousin J and his friend, Meek."

"Ay nice to meet you man. Nice chain." Meek and J slap hands with him, to which JK reciprocates.

"I ain't never seen y'all. You from around here?"

"Nah, we came from Glendale." J replies.

"Glendale? Oh so y'all like some clever college boys."

"You could say that. So you're the famous JK Shego's always running back to... Just make sure you treat her well this time. I don't want us having issues."

JK plants two hands in his pockets and tilts his head. "Why? Ain't got no faith in me?"

"Hey, I'm just protecting my family. From what I've heard, you're not the most—"

"Ohhhkay no need to get into specifics." I intervene. "The point is, JK and I are very happy. Nobody has anything to worry about."

"In that case, I have no issues." J extends his hand with a friendly smile. JK looks down for a moment before locking his hand with J's and shaking it. "Thanks."