Did you ever take a moment to enjoy life and all that comes with it? The unexpected blessings. The thought of someone other than your family and friends, loving you for who you really are. Your time isn't up until you've had a moment to shine!
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Sometimes it can be hard for people to open up about their thoughts and emotions. Most people bottle up their feelings act like nothings bothering them just so that others don't have to worry, but that only causes them to worry even more.
Whenever you're ready, speak up and be heard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hakeem's POV
It's been three days and Neveah still isn't talking to me. I fucked up bad. Like really bad.
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"Are you still trying to get Neveah to meet up with you son?" My dad says sitting across from me in the living room. "Give her some time and she may come around."
I needed a distraction so I came to my parent's house, but this only made me think about Neveah more because Nova's currently at school and momma went out with Keenan for the day.
"I know. It's just I really fucked up pops! I should've just told her from the start that I had a son!" I got up and started pacing. "You know what messed me up even more though is the fact that I slept with her friend, who I thought was her friend's sister, twin sister at that. The hospital told me Keenan's mom died pops! They lied to me!"
"Yea that's right. The doctor said that Leeyenna died while giving due to blood lost. We seen her lifeless body laying in the hospital bed. How could they have played that off so quickly like that? And where was Keenan's real mom when we were looking at her twin sister's dead body?"
Before I could answer, I heard a car pull up in the drive way and the engine turn off. Then I heard crying. Yup momma and Keenan are back.
Walking outside, I go and help momma with Keenan as pops takes the shopping bags from the trunk of the car. Damn she really went shopping shopping!
"Damn momma! Who's all them shopping bags for?" I asked as I placed a bottle of milk in a small saucepan to boil for Keenan, who was currently slobbering all over my hoodie. "Aye lil man chill out on daddy's clothing. I don't need to be walking around with a giant drool stain today."
In return all he did was giggle, showcasing his gums.
"He's acting just like you when you were his size. I had to keep washing my clothes because you would drool and spit up before and after I fed you." Momma states cracking a smile.
"Yea ok. Sure."
Grabbing Keenan's bottle from the saucepan, I sat it in the sink and ran cold water over it so that it'll cool down a little faster because Keenan was getting fussy again.
"Shhh bud. I know I know. Your bottle is coming up right now." I turned off the pipe and squirted a little milk on my arm and it was warm so it was good to go. "Here you go Key."
Tilting the bottle down towards him, he latches on immediately.
"Damn son slow down." I laughed while gently taking a seat back in the living room. "The bottle isn't going anywhere. Take it easy."
