Sequel of his therapist (nba young boy) Jalanee is now trying to adjust to her new life without Kentrell,after the duo both decided to let go of their relationship. Kentrell still goes through the obstacles of his life,while trying to maintain his c...
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Jalanee Coleman
"You got so big siah' " Jalanee said to her nephew,as she poured warm water over his hair. He started to smile and splash the water all over the place. I rinsed out the remaining soap that was in his hair,and wrapped a towel around him.
"I'm hungry." He managed to say out. I picked him up,and dried his body up. "What you want to eat?" I asked him.
Kayla and Joe were out doing god knows what,and I was home alone with Messiah and Kington. Living here has been okay,but I hated feeling like I was intervening Joe and Kayla's privacy all the time. I was grateful she even wanted me to move in with them. I had plans to move out and find my own place,but that was a whole longer process.
"Cookies!" He said excitedly. I smiled at him,and placed him on the bed where his clothes were all laid out.
"How about we just make them from scratch?" I said looking at him. I had nothing better to do today,and I honestly loved messiah's company. The only person around me who's life was really normal,and was constantly happy. It was good to have a sense of that still around.
"He don't know how to make no damn cookies." Kingston said,jumping on the bed. He was so damn bad. He had the mouth of a grown man,but I blamed Joe. Messiah looked at him,and started laughing,not knowing understanding most of what Kingston said
"Kingston stop cussing. Go downstairs while I get your brother ready. You wanna help us make cookies too?" I asked as I rubbed lotion on Messiah's legs.
"Yeah." He said picking up his ipad and running out the room. "Cookies!" Messiah called out,while drooling.
"I wonder when your parents will be back." I said looking at my phone,that read 7pm. I put on Messiah's clothes and placed on the floor. He quickly stood on his own and started patting my stomach.
"What?" I said looking at him confused. He started going on his tippy toes,and I was still confused on what he wanted.
"What you want? You wanna get picked up or something?" I said. He nodded and I let out an exhale as I picked him up. Taking care of a almost two year old was tiring,but I think if I had my own child it'd fall in love with the whole process.
It's crazy that I always had dreams about me and Kentrell having children. It's like it was almost a sign. I was so ready to go give that man a baby too. He did always make handsome children.
"You too big to be getting carried now." I said as I walked down the steps barefoot. As I got closer downstairs,the sod of loud music was playing,and it automatically bothered me. I wanted a quiet and calm night.
