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“You a man. Use your words,” I said firmly, startling him a bit.
“Ye…. Yes.”
“That’s because I’m your real daddy. I’m gone be around a lot more. The man you know as your daddy won’t be around for too much longer.”
“But why?”
“That ain’t nothing for you to worry about. Just know when you look in the mirror every day, you are seeing your real daddy. If you ever want to see me, look at yourself and you can find me.”
He nodded his head, and I looked at him, and he quickly answered yes. He was already learning. He was smart, and he got that from me. He was going to be a hard nigga, I could already tell. He had no choice, though, look at who his daddy is. I carried him back to his room. I tucked him into bed.
“Aye, man, you remember who you come from. If you ever want to talk to me, ask your mom and have her call me.”I kissed the top of his head and left the room. I walked out of the room, and Crystal was at the island in her kitchen, downing more drinks.
“Did you have to go that far with things? It’s the first time he has seen you in months. Why would you tell him all that?”
“What? Tell him the truth? You should have been told him. Tomorrow morning, we're going to get his name changed.”
“What? No, that's too much, Kole!” she said, hopping up from her seat, looking panicked.
“You think I’m worried about the money you're thinking about losing? I ain’t worried about that shit. WE ARE CHANGING HIS FUCKING NAME!”
I wasn’t trying to get hype, but I was serious. He wouldn’t be going another day being named after a man who wasn’t his father. His name would be mine.
“Why are you doing all this, Kole? You haven’t been there for him. Now you want to take him away from the only father he knows, to keep deserting him and me. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of him by myself,” she said as the tears gathered in her eyes.
“How about you get a job. I mean, all this money this nigga been running through your hands and you ain’t got shit to show for it? You were supposed to have been on yo’ own shit. I may be a lot of shit, but if you ain’t learn shit for me, you should’ve learned how to calculate and be out for yourself. Why don’t you have some fucking business? This nigga is lacing you with money, and yo’ ass worried about looking good instead of being good. You the one fucking up, not me,” I had to keep it a buck with her ass.
She had low-key disappointed me. She was a hood bitch, so I didn’t know how she was playing herself so damn short. These bitches were using niggas as a step stool everywhere, but somehow, she was sitting here holding nothing but a damn house she was sure to lose once the truth came out.
“Are you going to be here for your son?”
“I will. Plus, that nigga won’t be around too much longer anyway. This is going to be the new wave, so you may as well ride it.” I meant that shit too. I didn’t give a fuck what my father said. I wasn’t putting myself in harm’s way just to save someone’s life. If it came down to him and me, I knew my trigger was faster. I ripped her from the stool and flung her against my body. I grabbed her face and kissed her on the mouth. She initially resisted me, but she eventually gave in. We broke apart, and I stared into her eyes.
“Show me how much you missed me. You want a position? You better earn that muthafucka.”
She wasted no time dropping to her knees and pulling my dick out. She swallowed me whole, and I threw my head back and let the pleasure take over.
Chapter 19
Terror
“How do I look?” Dyami asked for the fifteenth time. We were in her house, and this was the first day she was going to meet MJ. She was nervous as hell for some reason. It was cute, but I knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. He would love her.
“Baby, you look great. Stop stressing,” I said, approaching her and wrapping her in my arms.
“I know, but what if he doesn’t like me? I haven’t been around kids in like forever,” she admitted.
“I get it. Shit, I was scared as hell myself when he was born. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I figured it out. And the best part about it is that you're not doing it by yourself.”
“I know. It’s just—"
“He will love you just like I love you, so stop stressing, Dyami,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She pushed away from me and looked at me.
“I love you, too. I want him to like me."
“Stop stressing,” I silenced her with a kiss and grabbed a handful of ass. “Let’s go. Momma is waiting on us, and she can’t wait to see you.”
I wasn’t scared of anything I was feeling for her. It was like nothing ever left from back in the day. This whole time, I felt like I was searching for her without even knowing it. No one was ever good enough for me. I would always find fault in any chick who tried to get too close. Secretly measuring them up to that feeling I had that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I knew what that feeling was now. It was love, and I was man enough to say it and prove it every chance I got. I kept my word to her about handling my shit my shit with Crystal. I wasn’t going to play about the two most important things in my life. I hadn’t been this happy in a while, and I was determined to keep it that way.
