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love you, but you got to start stepping up to the plate. I need you to do better.” She sincerely said with a pout on her face.  “You have so much potential. You just don’t want to do anything with yourself.”
    “I do whatever I need to do to take care of me.”
    “And, I guess that would be leaching off of me?” Lauren pondered like she was appalled at that comment.
    “I didn’t say that, so quit putting words in my mouth.”
    “Well, you aren’t saying much of anything this morning that’s making sense. I honestly think that anything I ever say to you goes in one ear and out the other.”
    “Nobody wants to hire a convicted felon, babe. I put in applications all the time. I’m trying here. You don’t want me back out in the streets, so what else am I supposed to do?” he questioned, feeling frustrated.
    “I don’t know,” she said, getting out of bed. “But, you need to do something or I’m gonna start second guessing our relationship. I ain’t built to take care of no grown ass man that’s thirty-six years old. Hell, when my son turns eighteen, he’s gonna be on his own, too.”
    “Yeah right,” he uttered. “You spoil him rotten.”
    “Well, that is MY CHILD and it’s also MY MONEY. Plus, what the hell do you expect? He’s a three year old, my God.” She shook her head with a roll of the eyes as she stepped inside of her closet to find something to put on.
    Rich was starting to feel some type of way. “You got a real foul mouth, you know that? You need to watch how you talk to me sometimes. I’m still a man, baby.”
    “And, I’m still independently taking care of my own. So, until you can help out a little, you can continue to expect this attitude.”
    “Yeah whatever,” he said and turned back over like he was going back to sleep.
    Lauren didn’t say another word to him as she searched through the rack of clothes hanging up in her closet. She did love Rich, because he came in her life at the most vulnerable moment and put a smile back on her face. A smile that she thought was gone forever. The only problem was that his good looks and good dick was running off of time that he was about to lose if he didn’t get his shit together. She was tired of hearing the backlash from her sisters. Even her parent’s had started questioning her judgment in men. She’d left Jamal, a confused married man that had no problems taking care of her and their son, but his wife cut that short when she realized that he might leave her to be with them.
    “This shit is for the birds,” she whispered as she grabbed a plain pair of denim jeans and a pink fitted Aeropostale t-shirt. She wanted to be comfortable since she’d be standing on her feet most of the day doing Kerry’s hair.  She started out of the closet and into the master bathroom to wash up just as her cell phone rang. Rich looked over his shoulder towards the ringing of the cell phone then put the cover over his head like he had an attitude.
    Why the fuck is he mad? He should be good. She thought as she walked over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone to answer it.
    “What’s up, B?” She asked, realizing that it was one of her younger sisters.
    “Nothing much, girl,” Bianca responded. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m getting ready to head over to Kerry’s house. I’m micro braiding her hair today.”
    “She did tell me that you were gonna be doing that today. I think I’ll make my way over there later, because you’re gonna be there all day fooling with that thick ass hair of hers.”
    “Tell me about it,” Lauren said, but she didn’t mind. Any time spent with her sisters was always time well spent. “So, what’s up? Why are you up so early? It ain’t even eight o’clock, yet.”
    “Yeah, I just had some things on my mind and needed someone to talk with.” Bianca said.
    “Is everything good with you and Tory?” Lauren asked as she stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door. She knew that nosy would be