" I said FUCK THAT NIGGA MY ATTITUDE CHANGE!" I sang as I laid Sir down to change his diaper.
Stink getting so big I don't fucking get it.
"Stink stink you gotta stop growing I'm losing my fucking minds." I pouted as he just looked at me.
Daddy❤️ Hurry up before I just pull off with whoever in the car. ↪️ so you was gonna change his diaper.
I gather their bags and walked outside.
"Damn took you long enough." He mugged as I strapped Sir in.
"You don't have to watch them if you don't want to. I'm perfectly fine dealing with my basketball team." I shrugged being truthful.
My dad doesn't have to watch them.
"So what you saying gangsta you gonna make me take them from you?" He tilted his head to the side snatching the diaper bag out of my hand then closing the door.
He bucked at me before hoping in the car and speeding away.
"Old ass bitch." I mumbled walking back to the house.
I changed my clothes into some a white shirt, some black jeans and my black channel shoes. I tied my hair up and left the house.
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Pulling up to the building I let out a deep breath this could either way.
I walk in and greet the receptionist at the desk.
"Hello my name is Amina Jackson I have a meeting with Roscoe James."
She nodded her head and typed on her computer, "ok you are the third floor room 311."
I nodded my head before grabbing my bag and walking away.
Riding the elevator I gwt off and start looking for the room.
307, 309, 311...
I walk in without knocking sit my purse on the desk and get comfortable.
"Let's get this shit over with..." I mumbled sending my location to the group chat letting them know I was there.
"Damn I didn't think you was gonna show up." He spoke walking into the room followed by a chunky white lady and two older gentleman.
"You brought company." I nodded analyzing each person.
"Let's get started." I shrugged. Causing everyone to find a seat.
"First layout thing you want. Who's gonna start?" The older man spoke.
Aww he brought a lawyer.
"He can start." I spoke causing eyes to shift from me to bones.
"Well I feel as though all earning should be split in half. We were married 5 years we split everything." He stated causing his lawyers to nodd their heads.
"Ok your his lawyer I'm guessing your his bodyguard...." I nodd them point my finger at the woman, "who the fuck are you?"
"His fiancée." She smirked.
"You proud of that?" I turned my nose up her them went back to what I came here for.
"Ok it's simple I don't want SHIT you came in this with. You aren't getting anything I came in with. Simple next, anything in my kids name is off limits. The barbershop, and the beauty bar shouldn't even go into this he hasn't helped in anyway to grow any of my businesses nor does he know what the inside looks like so he shouldn't be entitled to anything." I leaned back in my seat and looked bones dead in the eyes.
"Oh another thing, keep that same energy you had on the phone you didn't wanna claim Amir,Amour, and Izzy then don't claim Amir, Amor, Izzy, Sir or Sincere period."
"Those are my kids what the fuck you mean don't claim them?" He mugged me leaning across the table.
"What's amour favorite thing to do?" I asked tilting my head to the side.
*crickets*
"She likes to go to her secret spot and eat Oreos she can finish a whole pack I'm 30 minutes if you let her." I chuckled shaking my head.
"Those are my kids you ain't been there fuck nigga don't come now. You are not about to have my kids questioning their self worth because you don't know if you wanna be with them or chase after this discharge dog you got sitting next to you." I cleared my throat.
I opened my purse and pulled out the papers.
"This is my draft of the divorce papers tell your lawyer to send me your draft I'll look over it send it back with corrections.
I gathered my things and walked towards the door, "If you want to make this messy we can, but just to let you know if this goes to court... they will look at financials, they will look at infidelities and they will look at you as a person Damn how does it feel be a 25 year old black man with a record, never worked a job, has no source of LEGAL income and is shacking up with his current fiancée and y'all three kids when we haven't even been separated a year."
Shaking my head I left the room and walked to my car. I sat in the back of the parking lot waiting on them to walk out.
They eventually walked out and got into an all black charger.
Checkmate
I Took a picture and sent it to the group chat.
Shoot this bitch up every time you see it.
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