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Date Posted: 22:22:09 05/08/08 Thu
Author: Wes
Subject: **

Wes had booked himself some time off- he deserved it, since he had more clients and income than any of the other lawyers in the firm, and because his first child was due to be born any day now. He and keisha had been sorting the nursary, with Dre's help of course, though Dre was at school throught he days, which left him and keisha plenty of time to prepare. He was pretty excited about the whole thing- in his cool, relaxed , chilled out manner he had. He had really enjoyed painting the nursary- despite him offering to get the contractors in, they could more than afford it, but Keisha had wanted them to do it together, and her word was pretty much law these days.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, glancing in the mirror as he ran another over his shaved head and dried his broad shoulders. For a guy pushing thrity he was looking pretty damned good, he didnt mind admitting it, but then his pops had aged pretty well too.
He wandered out into the bedroom to dress, glancing to keisha in bed, not yet awake. He had already dropped Dre off at school and picked up some papers from the office, and was finding himself quite at a loss as to what to do. He'd given up on making her breakfast, because he could never get it right these days- she always wanted something other than what he'd made- with her cravings and such.

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