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"You need to stop this. Your mum is busy and she will not be pleased to hear you misbehaving." Kami just glared at the babysitter, and picked up her juice bottle, throwing it to the floor. "I want mama!" She cried. The woman sighed, and grabbed the buzzing phone on the counter. "She's busy right now. What can I do for you?" She spoke, picking up the bottle that Kami threw, the girl still crying. "Uh, who is this? Where's Kallie at?"

"I'm the babysitter. Kallie isn't here right now," she said, trying to give the bottle back but Kami wasn't having it.

"Okay, I'm coming over. All I hear is Kami sobbing so something isn't right." The woman furrowed her brows as he hung up the phone. She shrugged, setting it back on the counter. "Can you stop crying? She'll be back soon. So I can finally get out of here." Kami just cried more, the woman rolling her eyes and grabbing some snacks before going off the living room, leaving the 2 year old to cry in the dark.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. The babysitter quickly got up and walked over to the door, pulling it open and faced with Lewis, and Roscoe at his feet. "How'd you get past the gate?" She questioned in confusion. "I know the code. Where's Kami?" Lewis asked, seeing how the woman wasn't holding the child like most babysitters would. She rolled her eyes, "she's in the kitchen, probably still crying."

Lewis walked inside, rushing off to the kitchen, he switched on the light and saw Kami still sitting in the highchair, tears running down her cheeks, covered in food and Roscoe barks at the babysitter. "What kind of babysitter leaves the baby by herself in the dark? Did you even change her?" Lewis immediately went over to Kami, the girl still crying as she whispered for her mum. "You try a changing a child who throws tantrums every time you go near her. She refused to eat. She refused to drink. She threw milk all over me. I don't get paid enough for that."

"You're not getting paid at all. Get the fuck out of here. Unless you want to be sued for child negligence." Lewis glared at her, and she scoffed, grabbing her purse and jacket, "whatever." He ignored her complaints as she walked to the front door, his focus on Kamiyah. "Come here, princess. I got you. She's gone. Don't worry." Lewis picked her up carefully, his words soothing her as she didn't cry as much.

"Let's get you all cleaned up. I'm sure your mum will be back soon." Lewis spoke, taking her up the stairs, noting the mess the babysitter made. He was definitely gonna clean that up. He knew how much Kallie hated messes in her house. She was a very clean person. "Okay, where does your mum put the diapers?" He mumbled in confusion, looking around the bathroom as the bath filled with some water.

"Room," Kami mumbled as she sat on the floor, petting Roscoe who tried to comfort her.

"Oh, you're right." Lewis says in realization, picking her up and walking to her bedroom. He found some diapers and they walked back into the bathroom. He switched off the water and helped her out of her sticky clothes. "Who gives a 2 year old chocolate syrup?" He muttered, setting the girl into the tub and pulling up a stool. "Do you know where your mum went?" He asked, and she just stared at him for a few seconds before returning to her bath toys.

"Right. You're 2. I keep forgetting." He chuckles, grabbing some of the baby soap and lathering it in his hands, "this smells really good. I'm getting hints of coconut, maybe a little vanilla. I should definitely get this for my godson." He spoke, glancing at the bottle to check the brand and it was from Kez and Kallie's fragrance line. They also made soaps, shampoos, lotions, and all of that stuff, so it made sense. Kezie's kids also had very sensitive skin so that's what drew her to making a soap that wouldn't cause her children to break out in hives.

"Do you like baths?" He asked, and she nods in response. He smiled, using his thumb to brush her tears away, "no more crying, okay? It makes me sad when you're sad."

After the bath, they went down to the living room and he put a movie on. Roscoe curled up next to Kami in a protective manner as Lewis started cleaning up around the living room, scoffing at the mess left behind from the babysitter. "I'll be right back. I'm just gonna clean up the kitchen, okay? What does your mum usually feed you?" He asked, hoping she could give him an answer or hint.

"Milk," was all she gave him as an answer.

"Okay, warm milk and pasta should do it," he mumbled, walking into the kitchen. The first thing he did was clean up all the food Kami threw on the floor, and the mess she left on the highchair. He noticed Kallie's phone on the counter, and wondered if she was in a rush or something cause she always took her phone with her. After making dinner, he brought it to the living room, passing her the bottle of milk. He opted to just feed her so he didn't have to worry about her becoming a mess again.

"So, I know this probably isn't usually what you eat, because your mum is practically a professional cook, but I'm not, so this is the best I could do for you." Lewis spoke, sitting down on the couch next to her, the movie still playing. It was Turbo, because Kami picked it. She took a bite of the pasta from the small spoon and gave him an approving nod. "Good job," she spoke in Korean, patting his shoulder.

He blinked in shock, "did you just speak Korean?"

She just ignored him, grabbing the fork to feed herself more pasta. "You are the most confusing child ever," he mused, taking the fork to feed her because she didn't know how to use it properly. After she didn't want anymore, he put it away and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. He returned to the couch, Kami sitting there waiting for him. He chuckled, laying down to get more comfortable. She climbed over him, laying her head down on his chest as they watched the movie.

She ended up falling asleep before the movie could finish. So he picked her up and took her to upstairs, setting her down in the bed and tucking her in. "I love you, Baba," Kamiyah mumbled tiredly. He smiled brightly, and in that moment, he knew he loved this girl like a daughter. He knew he would do anything for her, anything to keep that smile on her face. And now, he had even more determination to make Kallie fall in love with him.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her head, "I love you, too. I'll do anything for you, princess."

Kallie groaned tiredly, climbing off of her motorcycle. She pulled off her helmet, and looked up when the door opened. She furrowed her brows in confusion, "Lewis? What are you doing here? Where's Marsha?" She questioned,  knocking the kickstand down and setting her helmet on the table. "Marsha? That's her name?"

"Yeah, what's going on? Did she let you in?" Kallie kicked off her shoes and picked them up, walking into the house, Lewis shutting the door after her. "I asked Kaylen for the code. What were you thinking hiring her? I called you, but she picked up, and I heard Kami crying in the background so I came over. She left Kami sitting in the dark crying her eyes out. There was a mess everywhere. She didn't even change her. She literally had syrup all over her, I had to wash it out of her hair."

"What? Where is she?" Kallie looked around, going to run up the stairs but he stopped her. "She's sleeping. She's okay, I promise." Kallie shook her head, "no, no, I need to see her." She rushed up the stairs, going to her daughter's room. She pushed open the door quietly and sighed in relief at the sight of her daughter sleeping peacefully, holding onto a stuffed bear of Kezie's Black Panther character.

Her eye twitched, and she turned around, shutting the door. "I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch." She stormed down the stairs, Lewis trying to stop her but she shrugged him off, sliding on some shoes. "Kallie, just take a breath. Think about this." He stopped her from going into the garage, standing in front of the door. Kallie took a breath, nodding to herself, "okay, I took a breath. I thought about it. Now, I'm gonna go kill her. Tell Kez to bail me out."

She walked over to the front door but Lewis grabbed her, pulling her hands behind her back. "You're not thinking straight. I know you're mad, but all you can do is move on and never hire her again. Kami is safe, and she needs her mother, preferably not as a felon. Come on, baby, take a breath." He whispered, putting his arms around her, rubbing her sides slowly, feeling her start to relax against him.

"I shouldn't have left in such a rush. I'm a terrible mother," she cried, almost falling but he caught her, pulling her body to his.

"You're not a terrible mother, don't even think that. These things happen, it wasn't your fault. I promise, she's okay. I took care of her. I gave her a bath. Made her some dinner, and watched movies. She's perfectly okay, that's all that matters." He spoke, his words soothing her previously sad and angry mood. "You can let me go now. I'm not gonna go on murder rampage." She mumbled, kicking off her shoes. He reluctantly let her go, but made sure to take her keys before she got any ideas.

"I need tequila." She muttered, turning around and going to the kitchen. He followed behind her, and she climbed onto the counter, pulling open the very top cabinet and grabbing the bottle of tequila. She hopped down and grabbed a glass, pausing as she looked at him, "you drink?" He shook his head, "nah, not anymore." She nods, getting some ice before setting it onto the counter and pouring the tequila inside.

"I'm gonna have to take her to Jeddah with me. I can't leave her with anyone I don't trust." She spoke, taking a large gulp of the alcohol.

"Do what you need to do, as long as it's what's best for her," he encouraged. She sighs, rubbing her head in exhaustion, this had really not been a good day for her. "Why were you calling me anyways?" She questioned, looking down at her phone. "I called you because I wanted to take you and Miyah out for dinner," he answered, standing up and walking over to the fridge. He grabbed a water bottle and closed it, moving to stand across from her, leaning back against the kitchen island.

"You just reminded me, I haven't even had dinner today," she mumbled in amusement.

"Want me to make you something?" He asked, smiling softly at her.

"Can you even cook?" She deadpanned, and he scoffed in offense, "yes, I can. Miyah approved of it herself. She actually said good job in Korean." Kallie smiled, her eyes shining against the kitchen lights, "she spoke Korean again?" Lewis nods, furrowimg his brows slightly, "what did she say before?" He asked. "She called Lando stupid head because he said he was better than Carlos," she answered, both of them starting to laugh because of how biased Kami tended to be.

"I should probably get going, it's getting late," Lewis said, closing his water bottle.

"Can you stay over again?" Kallie asked shyly, and a smile grew on his lips.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt. But, I do have to ask, do you have any comfortable clothes I can wear?" He asked, as he was definitely not in the mood to sleep in jeans. "I'm not sure you're the same size as Kaylen, but you might be the same size as Mike, and he leaves some clothes in Mari's room so you could check in there. I'm gonna smoke some weed and make some banana bread in the meanwhile."

"Which room is Mari's?" He questioned, and she chuckles, pointing up the stairs to the right, "the door that says "do not disturb."

"You mind if I take a shower?" He asked, and she nods, shrugging a shoulder, "you can use mine."

Half an hour later, Kallie swayed along to the music, waiting for the bread to finish. She grabbed a lighter, taking another hit from the bong. She glanced over at the baby monitor and smiled, Roscoe was laid next to the bed again, watching over the princess as she slept. "My babies," she mumbled, taking another sip of her tequila. She only had a cup, having put the bottle back in the cabinet.

Lewis walked into the kitchen, adorning some black sweatpants that originally belonged to Michael. His hair was semi-dry, some water dripping from his curls and sliding down his bare chest. "Mari still asleep?" He asked, leaning against the counter. She nods, exhaling the smoke, she sat on the counter, switching the song to Me U & Hennessy by her sister and Lil Wayne. Keziyah always had the best late night songs for some reason.

"Just five more minutes until it's done," Kallie smiled, drinking the rest of the alcohol.

"Let me see that." Lewis took the bong from her, and grabbed the lighter, taking his own hit. She smirked, loving the sight of smoke escaping his lips. But, she wasn't bold enough to say that to him, yet. "Does Kez write songs about original experiences?" He asked, moving his head along to music. "Most of her music, yeah. She likes to be real. Her life was a big inspiration for Electric," Kallie answered, hopping off the counter as the music switched to Consistency by Megan Thee Stallion and Keziyah.

She pulled open the oven and used a mitt to take the bread out. She set it on the kitchen island and pulled the loaf out from the parchment paper. Setting it on the cutting board, she grabbed a knife and sliced it, the hotness not bothering her. She put away half of it, knowing Kami would want some in the morning. "Alexa, turn off music." After that, she carried it to the bedroom, and he followed after her, bringing the bong with him as he wasn't risking Kami waking up and finding it on the counter.

"Alexa, put on my late night playlist," Kallie spoke, setting the board on the bed as Triggered by Keziyah started to play.

Lewis sat down, picking up a piece of the bread to eat. Kallie groaned tiredly, pulling her shirt over her head, only a red bra under it. Lewis blinked, his mouth open as he intended to eat the bread, only pausing when he seen her undressing. She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down and off next, now only in a matching red set. "I think you're supposed to eat the bread," she spoke, and he cleared his throat awkwardly, taking a bite of the bread.

"So, do you know what you're going to do for break?" She questioned, grabbing her own slice of bread and biting into it.

"I planned to go to South Korea, but it's still under consideration. Do you have plans?" He looked up from the bread and eyed her, smiling at the way she moved along to the music. "Well, I know I want to be far away from the places I usually reside at. Which includes Africa, Korea, London, LA, and Monaco." She answered, taking the bong he set on the nightstand. "Have you ever been to Brazil?" He queried.

"You know I've been there," she retorts.

He rolled his eyes, "not just there for racing, I mean, like, have you genuinely just been there to be there?"

"Not really. I usually just go there to race, occasionally go clubbing and sometimes even to see my sister's concerts. I haven't really explored it beyond work." She shrugged, grabbing another slice of bread. "You should, it's very beautiful. The culture there is a wonderful experience. I think Kamiyah would love it there, if you plan on bringing her, that is." He said, taking the bong back from her.

"I'll take that into consideration," she replied.

"Is this our thing now? Late nights, music, and weed?" He mused, leaning back against the pillows.

"I don't know. Do you want it to be?" She chuckled, taking the last slice and splitting it in half. She gave him the other piece and bit into hers. "If it means I get to spend more time with you, then definitely," he answered, causing her to look away as she grew flustered. She got up and quickly put the board back into the kitchen before returning to the room, pausing she seen his head thrown back, smoke spilling from his lips as he exhaled.

"Fuck." He chuckled softly, and she frowned. Did she say that out loud?

She shut the door and walked over, moving onto his lap and he made zero attempts to stop her. With the way he was looking at her, he was practically encouraging it. His hand found her waist, caressing her soft skin. "Thank you for taking care of my daughter. It means a lot to me that were there." She spoke, sincerity in her eyes and tone. "Kallie, I would do anything for you. I would do anything for her. You two mean the world to me. I want you to know that."

His words definitely shook her. They scared her. But she couldn't exactly run away. He was in her house, and she told him to stay. She couldn't just kick him out. She had to let him know the truth. At least she told herself it was the truth. "I can't fall in love with you," she breathed out, shaking her head.

He reached up, brushing her curls from her face, "yes you can. You're just scared, and I get it. I was scared, too. I was scared that you would become the only thing I care about. I could've reached out to you. I had plenty of opportunities. But, I was scared. I wasn't ready to love anything more than I love cars. Then I saw you in that elevator, with that amazing daughter of yours, and I knew I was ready to give you all of my love. I'm ready to love you and your daughter. I don't care how long it takes. You're gonna fall in love with me."

"No, I won't." She shook her head in denial.

"Yes, you will. Until then, I'll be whatever you want me to be. I'm here, so use me. Tell what you want." Her breath hitched at his words, his hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's way as they moved up to her back, brushing over her spine tattoo. She grabbed the bong, taking a hit and setting it back onto the bedside table. She leaned forward, blowing the smoke into his mouth before connecting their lips.

They pulled away, both exhaling the smoke before rushing to connect lips again. He flipped her over, trailing his kisses down her jaw and to her neck, sucking and licking at her skin. She arched into him, he got the hint and unhooked her bra, pulling it off. Staring up at her, his tongue swirled around her breast, a soft moan escaping her soft lips. His hands dropped to her waist and pulled her closer into his body, his mouth still attached to the soft skin of her breast.

She brought him back up to her, admiring his beauty up close, feelings beginning to stir. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, caressing her skin with his thumbs. "You don't realize how much I crave you," he murmured, butterflies swarming in her stomach at his compelling words. She didn't respond verbally, instead just connecting their lips, moaning softly as he grind his hips into hers.

Lewis broke away to trail a heated path down her body, kissing and sucking at her skin. His fingers hooked around the band of her panties and he pulled them down her legs. She pulled her legs onto his shoulders, urging him to get closer and he smirked. He littered kisses on her inner thighs, purposely ignoring where she wanted him most. "I can literally never get enough of you. You're so fuckin' perfect," he murmured against her brown skin.

"Mhle, please, I need you. Please." She whined, a small smirk growing at his lips, loving when she begged for him even if she claimed she never begged for anything. He was the only exception. She always begged for him.

Lowering his face to her wet core, his warm mouth enveloped her clit, making small flicking motions with his tongue. Her hips bucked up on instinct causing his nose to nudge her clit, his tongue exploring the spots he knew she loved. "Fuck, right there. Fuck, fuck, fuck." She moaned, reaching her hand down, she ran it threw his long curls. A groan escaped his mouth when she tugged on his hair, sending vibrations to her clit. God, how he loved when she pulled on his hair. Growing it out was the best choice he ever made.

His tatted fingers slid into her warmth, her jaw dropping open with a choked moan. "That's it, baby," he praised, curling his fingers into her, feeling her clench around him, his name passing her lips breathlessly as he worked into her. He knew all the right things to do to please her.

"Lew, fuck, I'm coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her jaw slacked, her heart speeding up as a wave of pleasure hit her. "Let go for me, baby." He curled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot in her that always made her come undone. He gently put her legs back down and moved up her body, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips. "Always taste so good, darling," he murmured against her lips, her breath coming out of ragged gasps, still overwhelmed by the sensations he gave her.

"What's so special about me?" She questioned, still coming down from the dizzying heights her climax, her fingers running through his soft curls. She loved when he had his hair down, it always did something to her. Of course, she'd never admit that to him. Even if he knew about it, she still denied it. She didn't need to fuel his ego even more than it already was. Being between her legs was already an ego boost for him.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips, "I don't know anything that's not special about you."

At his words, she reached for his joggers and tugged on them. Aware of what she was asking for, he ridded himself of his them. Her hand trailed down his body, to his abs, and traced his v-line, leaving him to shiver at her touch, his muscles clenching. Just as he readied himself to slide in, she set her hand on his chest, looking up at him with dazed and confused eyes, "why not her?" He knew exactly who she was talking about, it was obvious. Nicole.

"She wanted a ring, and I wanted you."

Her brown eyes filled with lust as she pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a searing kiss, tugging on his hair again. He grips her legs and hikes them around his waist before sliding into her, both of them letting out a moan. He leaned back down, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss, she moaned into his mouth as he slid further into her throbbing cunt. Lips brushed against each other's, his pace slow and intimate so she could accommodate to his size.

"I'm- I'm so fucking good right now, you can go faster," she assured, reaching her hands around his torso and moving up his back, his muscles tightening at her cold touch. In a second, his pace sped up and he thrust harder, her back arching, causing him to hit her spot at a more pleasurable angle. Her breathing ceased, eyes rolling back as he focused on that, ragged breaths escaping him as his lips found her neck.

Her nails scratched down his back and her other hand gripped his long curls, only urging him on. "Mark me up, baby. I'm only yours. Do whatever you want to me. I don't give a fuck who sees." He spoke into her ear, his voice barely above a whisper. And she did, her fingers gripping onto him harder, he smirked into her neck, "that's my girl, do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours, baby. Only yours," he encouraged.

She moaned, his hand reaching down to rub at her clit, walls tightly clenching around his cock. "You can be louder than that, come on, mhle. Fuck me like you mean it." She moaned out, his thrusts speeding up at her words of encouragement. He pressed a kiss to her jaw, soft groans escaping his lips, and she clings onto his body desperately, gripping him hard enough to leave many marks.

"Call me that again," he murmured, though he came out more like a desperate plead, his free hand cupping her jaw, urging her to look at him. He always loved that name. Simply because he knew it was only for him. She never used it for anyone else but him, and she never would.

"Ah, you like that? You like when I call you handsome? Yeah? Fuck me harder, mhle." He faltered only for a split second before he pulled her right leg over his shoulder and picked up his pace, pounding into her harder, and faster. "Fuck, Lew," she exclaimed, her eyes slamming shut, body overwhelmed, nerves overshot by his actions. Her words became incoherent as she mumbled in other languages, even in one he didn't know. Nonetheless, it was extremely hot.

He smirked, feeling her body crying for any kind of release, her fingers denting into his skin desperately. Dropping his hand from her throat, he trailed it down between their hot bodies and rubbed small and fast circles over her clit with the pad of his thumb. "Look at you, squeezing me so fucking tight. You feel so fucking good. You're something special, Kallie. Only you can make me feel this good." She whined against his lips, his thrusts leaving her incoherent but his words made her feel some type of way. 

She inhaled sharply, chest heaving for air, whines leaving her throat, her eyes staring right into his soft brown ones. "I'm gonna come. Fuck, fuck. Let me come, please, please. Let me come, mhle."

"Come for me, baby. Give it to me. I wanna see good I make you feel." He words egged her on, her whole body consumed with a searing and intense pleasure. His head dropped to her neck, sucking on her skin enough to leave purple marks as he fucked her through her climax. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come." His thrust grew irregular and sloppy, moaning against her skin as came with her. He gently pulled her leg down from his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it.

They both flopped down on the bed, attempting to control their breathing, a thin layer of sweat coating their brown and tattooed skin. Kallie grabbed her remote, switching on the air conditioner as it felt hot in the room. But maybe that was just because of the previous activities. She took a sip of her water and sat up, looking down at him, "I'm gonna take a shower. Can you change the sheets?" He nods, and she leaned down, pressing a peck to his lips.

She stood up and walked into the connecting bathroom, leaving the door open because privacy was practically non existent in this "friendship." Soon, he joined her in the shower, and yeah, maybe they got a lil busy in there too. She pulled on some clean panties and grabbed an oversized shirt that she totally didn't steal from her dad. Lewis had settled for some shorts that Michael left behind.

She sat in bed, switching on a movie called "Christopher Robin" and gesturing him over as he was putting on some cologne. She grabbed her gel and comb, beckoning him to sit in between her legs and he did. "You don't have to. I usually have someone who braids it for me," he said. "Trust me, you want me to do your hair. It's actually how I used to make money when I was younger. I would do people's hair. I do my dad's hair, Sang's, Kaylen's, Kezie's, Jhené's, Mer's, and I started doing Lando's after he got that terrible buzzcut."

Lewis snorts, "you should've done my hair when I was a kid, my dad was always cuttin' my ear."

She chuckled in amusement, parting his hair. As she focused on his hair, he was watching the movie, trying not to fall asleep. And then, the door pushed open, both looking over to see a tired Kami rubbing her eyes, accompanied with an equally tired Roscoe. Then Kami's eyes lit up at the sight of her mother. "Mama!" She ran over, and climbed onto the bed, hugging onto her mum. "Hi, babygirl. I missed you so so much. I'm so sorry for leaving. I'll never let that happen again, okay? I love you so much."

"Sleep here," Kami says, and she nods with a smile, "yeah, you can sleep in here."

She crawled around her mum and hit Lewis's shoulder, receiving an offended look. "Doggy!" She points to Roscoe, clearly wanting him on the bed with them. Lewis chuckles, getting up and picking up Roscoe, setting him on the bed. Kami smiled, putting her arms around him as he curled up next to her. She laid down, watching the movie with Lewis as Kallie continued to do his braids.

Eventually they all fell asleep, including Lewis. Kallie chuckled, getting up and putting the stuff back into the bathroom. She washed her hands from the gel and pulled a bonnet on to protect her curls. Lewis walked into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "You got another one of those?" He asked, looking into the mirror, an impressed expression on his face as he looked at the braids and pattern she did.

"Uh, I got a matching one," she chuckled, reaching into her drawer and pulling out the matching bonnet. He shrugs, "that's fine. Can you put it on for me?" He requests, and she knew he could put it on himself but clearly he just wanted her to do it. She did it anyways. Kamiyah walked into the bathroom, a smile on her face upon seeing Lewis's hands on her mum's waist. "Me too!" She exclaimed, and they jumped at her voice, now just realizing her presence.

Lewis chuckled, leaning down to scoop her up in his arms. "You just pop up everywhere, don't you? Nosy girl."

Kallie grabbed smaller sized bonnet that she had gotten because it matched hers, and because Kami wanted to match her, even if she barely had hair at the time. Lewis set her on the counter and she put the little bonnet on Kami's head, the girl giggling excitedly. "Now we're all matching," Kallie chuckled, picking the girl up. Lewis grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of them all. "Okay, you are up way past your bedtime, so let's get you to sleep."

They walked back into the bedroom, Kami crawled in the middle. Kallie on her left and Lewis on her right. "Mama," Kami mumbled in the dark, shaking her mum's arm. Lewis was fast asleep, Roscoe lying at the end of the bed snoring. Kallie groaned, opening her eyes to look at her daughter. "What is it, babygirl?"

Kami smiled, setting her hand on her mum's cheek, "can we keep him?"

Kallie smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her daughter's hand, she nodded, "yeah, we can keep him."

Kami giggled, laying back down, she hugged onto Lewis and pulled her mum closer. "Good night."

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a/n: there, you got your smut, happy now?? 🙄 (joking, ily guys <3)

they're already a family idc kami gots two parents now

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