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“Damn!”

“I can’t feel my legs. You may have to carry me into the shower.”

These last two weeks went nothing like I imagined, but there were no regrets on my end. I’d made it back to the only man that’s hold the keys to my heart. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

sixteen

“What?”Ipulledthephone away from my face to make sure I’d dialed the right number. I was taken aback by the dry tone on the other end of the line.

“Hey, did I catch you at a bad time?” Ever since I’d started dating Onyx, things between Freedom and I have been strained, to say the least. I couldn’t understand why since he’s the one who suggested I move on. I thought he’d be happy for me, but instead, all I’ve received from him was coldness.

“I’m always busy. What do you need? Is my son, okay?” His harsh tone caught me off guard. My baby daddy was the definition of bitter. He hasn’t called to check on Sincere in a week, but now he suddenly cares.

“He’s fine, your mom has him.” Freedom scoffed before I finished my statement, letting me know this conversation wouldn’t go as smoothly as I thought it would.

“Figures. Is there a reason you’re on my line? I’ve got other shit to do.” I bit my tongue to stop myself from cussing him out.

“Okay, then. The reason I’m calling is because I checked the account you set up for Sincere, and there wasn’t any money in it. I haven’t been keeping up with it since I haven’t needed much, but with Christmas coming, I wanted to get him a few things. Do you know what’s going on with the account?” I asked. I’d called customer service, but since my name wasn’t on the account, they weren’t able to tell me anything. The last time I checked the balance two months ago, there was a balance of five thousand dollars in it. Imagine my surprise when I went to the store to buy Sincere some pampers, and the card declined. Luckily for me, Onyx had given me money to get my nails and hair done for our date tonight. Still, I needed to get to the bottom of it.

“Yeah, I took the money out.” Freedom replied smugly. My eyebrows bunched in confusion, so I waited for him to continue.

“What the fuck do you need my money for? Yo’ nigga ain’t taking care of you?” My mouth dropped in shock. My ears must have been deceiving me right now.

“What does my man have to do with anything? You put the money in there for our son. Are you not going to take care of your child because I’m dating? Make it make sense!” I paced the floor to calm my nerves because I felt myself about to explode.

“You hoes kill me. How are you fuckin’ a nigga, and he can’t even take care of you? Huh? Why the hell do you have your hand out begging when you have no problem flaunting that cheesy ass nigga all over social media. That shit is embarrassing. Do better, ma.” My ears grew hot, and my nostrils flared. I counted to ten in my head, then decided to forget all about that being the bigger person shit.

“I always knew you were a fuckboy, but this takes the cake. The fact that you’re sitting here on my line trying to justify not providing for the child you helped create is weird. Who I date has nothing to do with you, just like whoever you fuck with is none of my business.

At the end of the day, we share a child together. I shouldn’t have to ask my man for anything concerning our son because that’s what his parents are for. You’re too worried about what I’m doing with my pussy, you’ve decided to be a fucking deadbeat ass bitch. How fucking sad!” Freedom better be lucky we were on the on the phone and not in person. The way I felt right now I could spit on that man and not bat an eye.

“I ain’t no fuckin’ deadbeat, bitch! I’m just not about to be giving a hoe money when she has a whole ass nigga. Who the fuck do I look like?”

“A father, dumb ass! You’re sitting here as if the bullshit you’re spitting makes sense! It doesn’t matter if I have ten boyfriends, Sincere belongs to you! There’s no off and on switch to parenting. You don’t get to stop because you’re in your feelings!” I was so focused on the phone call, I hadn’t even realized Onyx was walking into the living room. Tears were falling from my eyes from me being so upset.

“Hell, the way you keep dumping him on my family, I should be giving the money to them. I never thought I’d see the day when you become a thirsty ass groupie. You’re no better than the rest of these hoes out here leaving their kids with any and everyone.” I won’t lie and say his jab didn’t hurt me because I always felt so self-conscious about allowing other people to help me when it came to Sincere.

“Imagine trying to call me a trifling parent when you can’t even tell me what size diapers our son wears or even his clothing size. You make every excuse in the book, but when it comes down to it, you’re a sorry excuse for a father. One day you’re going to look up and Sincere will be calling another man daddy.” I was being petty, but he deserved it. I’d been holding my tongue for so long. It’s time for me to get some things off my chest as well.

“Bitch, if you ever let me hear my son calling that fuck nigga daddy, I’m going to let you watch when I shoot that nigga dead.” Freedom didn’t faze me one bit with his empty threat because I knew the real him. He might have the bitches in Cali fooled, but the Freedom I grew up with was soft as cotton. I honestly had no idea who this version of him was.

“I didn’t call to argue with you. When it’s all said and done, we need to be able to get along for the sake of our child. If this is the way you’re gonna act, then we can go the legal route. I have no interest in taking all of your money, but what you won’t do is try to punish our child because of your bitterness. You really need to grow up.” I spat. My mind was blown at how fast this conversation took a turn.

“I’m not tryna hear any of that shit. If the nigga can’t provide for you just say that. All on the internet frontin’ like you’re happy, but here you are begging. This shit is wild as hell. Pussy much be trash.” He chuckled, sending me into a complete rage.

“Fuck you, Freedom! I’m not about to beg you to do a fuck thing for Sincere. I’ll let the courts handle it, bitch. And don’t you worry about my pussy, my nigga goes to bed with a smile on his face every night, bitch ass nigga!” Disconnecting the call, I took deep breaths to get myself back under control. I hated that I’d even allowed him to get under my skin like this. Freedom was not worth the energy. If anything, I felt angry for choosing someone like him to be the father of my child. He still has a lot of growing up to do and I refused to stick around while he figures it out.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Onyx held me in his arms where I released all of the emotions, I’d been holding in. Lately, Freedom and I’d been arguing about the silliest issues and it was starting to become overwhelming. I wanted my son to have two parents who could at least get along with each other, but we couldn’t get on the same page to save our life.

It took a few moments for me to calm down. Of course, Onyx waited patiently until I stopped crying before trying to get information from me. When I explained what led up to the argument, he’d walked in on, I could see his facial expression change. For a moment, I worried that he was upset with me for some reason.

“What did you need from him?” The question confused me at first because I wanted to know where he was going with his line of questioning.

“I wanted to pick up a few toys and outfits for the wintertime. Christmas will be here before you know it and I wanted to make sure I had enough money to really do something special for Sincere. I know he won’t remember it, but it’s important to me.” I rambled. Onyx sat me on his lap, so we were facing each other.

“Let me explain something to you. I’m your man which means if you have a need, It's my job to fix it. Let today be the last time you beg that fuckboy for a single thing. Do you hear me?”

"I understand your intentions, however, Sincere has a father. I’m not expecting you to take on my responsibilities just because we’re in a relationship. You don’t owe me that.” The glare marring his handsome face told me he wasn’t in agreement with what I’d said.

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