Zariyah pov
*the next day*
My alarm went off at 7:00am and I got up and shut it off. I walked into my connected bathroom and started brushing my teeth and washing my face. Once I was done with my skin care I grabbed my phone and went downstairs to the kitchen. I pulled out some eggs, turkey bacon and biscuits and started making breakfast. 30 minutes later and everything was done. I cut up some fruit and made me and kharson plates.
I yelled kharson's name and sat down and started to eat mine. Kharson came down 5 minutes later rubbing his eyes. He was dressed in a wife beater and pajama pants with white Nike socks.
¨ Hey baby¨ I said he sat down and I leaned over and kissed his head. ¨hey ma¨ he said, starting to dig in his food. We eat in a comfortable silence with occasional sound coming from our phones. While scrolling through instagram i see an ad for nba youngboy that he is having a show in br next week, around the same time we'll be in br.
¨omg i just know he's gonna be there¨ i say out loud subconsciously. I see out of the corner of my eye that kharson side eyes me.
¨ Who's gonna be where?¨ he asked.
¨kentrell at the reunion¨. I say.
I never hid from kharson who his father was because he always asked about him, up until last year when he stopped caring to know anything about him anymore. And I know Kentrell is gonna be there because he was close to my family back then. My grandma always took him in whenever he and his mom fell out.
¨you not gone force me to talk to him right?¨ he asked.
¨hell no, like i keep telling you it's your choice if you want to get to know him and allow him in your life¨ i say. Kharson has attachment issues and he likes to keep a small circle of people who are consistent in his life.
He nods his head and gets up and puts his plate in the sink and goes up stairs. I get up with my plate and go to the sink and wash our dishes. If there is one thing I hate it is a pile up of dishes. I hate clutter and messy kitchens.
After I'm done washing our dishes it is around 8:30 am and I go upstairs and throw on my black 2 piece tracksuit and my waist trainer. I throw my scrubs in my work bags and spray on my ysl black opium perfume. I brush my teeth again and put my new balances on and walk to khar room.
¨khar im heading to work, sy said he'll be here to get you in 20 minutes.¨ I said. He just nods his head while looking down at his phone.
Sy or sybree is khar god dad. Sybree was there throughout my whole pregnancy even though we were 12 he made a promise to me he would be here by my side through everything and he kept his promise. He literally stayed with me in the hospital for a week and his mom had to come and drag him out of the hospital so he could go to school.
He's very protective over khar that's why i made him his god dad. Khar just calls him dad and he is cool with that, he even calls khar his son. That's why I think khar doesn't really care to ask about kentrell any more.
I headed downstairs and grabbed my keys and went into the garage and got into my car. I pushed the garage button in my car and backed outta the garage and started heading to work.
I work in a hospital , I'm a labor and delivery nurse.
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I had no motivation to update this book until I saw a notification pop up and saw someone wanted me to update and that really made me wanna write. I felt like no one was really reading and that was making feel like I was wasting time mapping out and Planning these chapters but thank to that person who reassured that there is actual people reading my stairs and I'm not doing this for nothing . Anyways I hope y'all enjoy this filler chapter I'm currently working on chapter 4 and 5 and plan to have both of those out soon. :)
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Kentrell's secret
Non-FictionNba youngboy lying to the media about his true love and his real first bm