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o "Yous gonna keep em' dis weekend, Or do I gotta . 🚬 find somewhere to take da' little hellion, eh?"

Don stood just inside your doorway, a cigar in-between his teeth, leaking an aromatic smoke inside your apartment.

One hand was holding a stack of cash, and the other was sifting through it counting bills. As he finished counting, he waded the bills and shoved them into his suit pocket.

Pulling the cigar from in-between his teeth to flick the cherry off on the railing of your steps.

"Say, sweetheart, What's tha' landlord say ya' rent is this month?"

Glancing at the baby on your hip, and the glare in your eyes... He figured it'd be a better idea not to give the kid a hard time breathing and just toss the expensive cig all together.

"..eh, my bad." He dusted his hands of the cigar, and patted his chest to try and shake the smoke off.

"..My ma' wants to see em', yous uh, think we can arrange sumthin' for the grandmama to meet our...."

Don trailed off, not really wanting to finish that sentence with the look you were currently giving him.