𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 ❛ devanté swing.

038.

U AND I.
( CHAPTER TWENTY NINE ! )
MAKING AMENDS.

' 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑. '
the degrate's residence ━━ charolette, north carolina !

MORNING HAD AROSE IN THE DeGrate household, DeVante watched as Milani slept peacefully beside him. He still hadn't yet talked to his father, which he meant to do before he had went to bed. But Donald Senior had decided to tighten up for slumber, before they arrived back inside the home where everything occurred.

Everything was still tense, and you could feel it. And you couldn't break it, only the two of them could. But they were both stubborn to the core, not once had tried to make a move yet. DeVante eventually slipped from out of bed, settling the covers over Milani's body as it was much more chiller in the room than he remembered.

He placed a simple black t-shirt from his dresser before escorting to the bathroom to handle his business. He brushed his teeth before he decided to head into the kitchen, where he was met with his mother who was cooking morning breakfast. "Hey momma, where's dad?" He asked, pecking her cheek before rubbing the small of her back.

"He's in the living room, honey. I know after everything that transpired last night was hurtful and you have some kind of ill feeling towards him at the moment, but that's your father. Try and make amends with him, alright? I do have to deal with his stubborn behind when you five leave me this afternoon. Oh, and I don't mind seeing more of Ms. Milani Haynes. She's lovely, she's much better than any other girl you've introduced to me to, you've picked the right woman to carry my grandchild, I know that for sure." She said, DeVante smiled at the highly appreciated comment on his girlfriend.

"Thank you, momma. I appreciate that, now pray for me. I don't know what's to be hold within him right now." He sighed before making his way over to living room, watching as his father went over some music for the church choirs to sing on Sunday's upcoming service. "Can I talk you for a minute? Without the yelling too."

"Junior, come, sit down." Donald Senior told him, motioning for the free empty chair that was awaiting for him to sit in. He took a deep breath in before releasing it out and began talking to his oldest son. "I said a lot earlier, and son by the look on your face you've always had since you were young and just like any other kid, I know you've never listened. You're hardheaded boy, I'll tell you that much. But deep down, you know that I know what best for you." DeVante couldn't do nothing but just scoff in response.

"And that's the problem right there, and why we stand the way we stand right now. I'm getting older, like you said, I'm twenty four years old. You expected me, Dalvin and Derek to be some kinds of perfect sons, that you could control but that'll never be the case. I'm still learning the way, but I'm doing a good job at it, am I right? There isn't a booklet on how to be man, or a good son, or a good boyfriend, husband, father, there's nothing on any labels on how to be perfect." He shook his head, his father nodding at his words.