Page 68 of Intercept My Heart

Sunny sat down on my dick, and we fucked on and off for the rest of the night. The connection I felt toward her scared the fuck out of me, but it also reminded me of how much I had lost. Eventually, I would have to come clean and tell her the truth, but for now, I would enjoy my piece of heaven.

A coupleof weeks later

I sat in the dark room, with a bottle of liquor in my hands. Lately, this became my go to whenever things weren’t going right in my life. All week, I had been feeling off, but I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t until I received a flower delivery that I realized why things had been so off for me. The anniversary of my little girl’s death was today, and my emotions were all over the place. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that six years had passed since she went to Heaven.

I usually tried to stay busy on this day because I hated feeling so weak and defeated. I still remembered the last day like it was yesterday, and I didn’t think I’d ever be the same.

“Daddy, let me go with you.” Milani pouted with her little lip poked out. She climbed into my lap so she could get me to agree.

“We already talked about this. You have dance practice,and Daddy has football practice. Your mama is going to take you to practice, and when we get home, it’s pizza and movie night,” I reasoned. Normally, I would give her whatever she wanted, but coach requested we be at practice an hour early, and it conflicted with her practice time.

“I don’t want to ride with Mommy; I want to go with you.” Milani whined with her little arms folded. She was a daddy’s girl, through and through, and it made a nigga’s heart soft.

“Why are you acting like that? Why don’t you want to ride with mommy?” I chuckled at her rolling her eyes. She might have been my shadow, but she got all her attitude from Harper.

“She’s mean,and she never lets me listen to the musicI want to listen to. Plus, she’s always on her phone, and she drinks out of her special cup but won’t let me have any.” I shook my head because she was telling the truth. All Harper liked to do was gossip, and she never cared about who was around. I didn’t understand how her friends continued to tell her their business because she couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.

“I’m sorry, baby. Don’t you have those headphones I got you?” I had a little TV in the back of my truck so she could watch her shows when she rode with me. The headphones were so I wouldn’t have to hear the same shows on repeat.

“I can take them from your car?” She perked up at the mention of her headphones. I laughed because she had to be desperate to have a way to tune her mother out.

“I’ll tell you what. If you hurry up and put your shoes on, I’ll help you connect your headphones with your tablet so you can watch all of your shows while you’re gone, okay?”

“Deal!” She squealed with her pinky out to seal the deal. I hooked my finger with hers and then kissed it. A huge grinflashed across her face, making my heart swell. When I first found out I was gonna be a father, I didn’t know what to expect, but Milani came in and took over my world. Nothing in this world mattered more to me than her, and I made sure she knew it every single day.

“Come on, Lani. I have a nail appointment that I can’t be late for! Hurry your ass up!” Harper yelled. I didn’t play about my baby girl, and she knew that.

“Aye, who the fuck are you yelling at?” I shouted as Harper stepped into the room. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, hey, baby. I thought you left for practice already.” Her tone changed instantly, pissing me off even more.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop cussing at her? She’s six. You know that, right?” Milani rested her head on my chest while I talked to her mother.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m in a hurry, and she likes to play around when it’s time to go. I need to make sure she gets to practice on time so I can get to the nail shop. I’ve timed it out perfectly, and I can’t afford to be late,” Harper expressed.

“Fuck your nails. Either you’re gonna talk to my baby with some respect, or I’m gonna talk to you disrespectfully.”

“You’re always taking her side. No matter what it is, you always run to her rescue. I’m her mama. I’m allowed to correct and discipline her,” Harper complained. This was an ongoing argument in our household. From the moment we brought Milani home, Harper was in constant competition with her.

“And I’m her mothafuckin daddy. I won’t let anyone talk to her crazy, including you. Go put your shoes on, pretty girl. I’m gonna go get your stuff.” Kissing her on the top of her head, I watched as she climbed off my lap and raced out of the room.

“She’ll never respect me if you’re always saving her. In your eyes, she’s a perfect princess who can do nothing wrong, but that’s not true. She’s a spoiled brat who only likes to listen toyou.” I ignored Harper as I finished getting dressed. Grabbing my keys off the dresser, I headed toward the door.

After we all got ready, I helped my princess inside the car and kissed all over her face.

“Daddy, your beard tickles!” Milani squealed.

“Okay, I’m done. I’ve got to get to practice, but I’ll see you soon. I love you, princess.”

“How much?” she asked.

“Hmm, let me think.” I stroked my chin as if I was in deep thought.

“Daddy!”

“I love you past the sun, and the moon.”

“What about the stars? Do you love me past the stars too?” Her innocent eyes peered up at me.

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