"You been in this funky ass mood for two months." Kd grilled me while holding Yasir.
"I told yo ass it was gon' be okay all you have to do is be patient."
"But it hurts literally." He sighed and sat beside me on the bed.
During these two months everybody became close and trying to come to terms with not having Kentrell around anymore.
It's still not easy.
"I know and unfortunately I can't do anything about the pain but if I could I would take it away so you can be back to your goofy self." He bounced the baby on his lap.
"But you do have to be a mother not saying that you haven't been but babies can feel energy and they can feel when your sad." He informed clapping Yasir's chubby hands together.
"He said his first words the other day talm' bout some dada that nigga ain't even here." I said rolling my eyes.
"Don't be talking bout nephew like that hoe he recognized who real niggas was." I flicked his horn and grabbed my child from him.
"I'm glad we made a strict rule on clothes while we're here I don't need to be seeing y'all dick and balls all around the house." He smacked his lips side eyeing me.
"It ain't shit you ain't seen before." I hit his ass with a clock I saw on the bedside table.
"We all agreed about not talking about that shit nigga! get out my damn room!" He waltzed out my room.
"You need to do that head walking around this muhfucka' looking like Frederick Douglass and shit." He mumbled closing the door behind him.
"Stupid ass nigga." I looked down at my kids admiring their features.
"Y'all look like y'all sorry ass daddy yes y'all do." I grinned tickling them both hearing their squeals.
"I can't wait to tell y'all to go get me the remote from the other side of the room." I sighed eating their baby puffs while also feeding them some.
