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Author's Note: Thank you for all the votes, and comments🫶🏽

I know it's been a minute but I've been working !!  

Please excuse any typos or Misspellings 

Please enjoy.

~Charmed

Diamond's POV

After touching down in Houston, I made a few calls and was able to get picked up and escorted to my destination.

Once I got there, I was greeted by guards and lead onto the property.

"Dime, baby!" A voice yelled from over the balcony. I looked up to see my father with a big smile on his face. I softly smiled up at him.

"Thank you gentlemen." He said to his guards , dismissing them. "I'm coming down baby girl." He said before turning to disappear into his house. A few seconds went by before his front door opened, and he came charging straight to me. Pulling me into a tight hug.

I nearly cried when he squeezed me. Squeezing my eyes shut, trying not to let the tears fall.

Taking a deep breath and hugging him back, he mumbled "I'm so sorry."

The tears I tried so hard not to let fall, started pouring out of my eyes like waterfalls. Letting out a body shaking cry, my father gently rubbed my back, whispering a few "It'll be okay's" and "I got you's" until my feelings were subsided.

Pulling away from each other, I wiped my remaining tears with the back of my hand before staring up at my dad.

"Come on. I made dinner." He said while taking my bag from me and lead me into the house.

Closing the door behind me, I watched as my dad placed my bag on his tan L-shaped couch.
Looking around taking in the decor of the area, it made me feel warm. The aroma of fried chicken filled my nose as I stepped into the house.

Following him into the kitchen, I nearly fainted when I seen all the food on the middle of the island. There was a pan of fried chicken, baked Mac-n-cheese, grilled asparagus and corn bread.

"Sit. I'll make you a plate." My father stated, pointing at the stool on the side of the island. I walked over and took a seat, watching as my father filled my plate. Once he placed a portion of every dish on the plate, he placed it in front of me. Then handed me a fork, gently taking it from him. I looked down and looked at the plate. Tears started to build up in my eyes all over again. Stabbing a piece of mac-n-cheese with my fork then sticking it in my mouth, I closed my eyes sobering the deliciousness.

"How is it?" He asked, before taking a seat next to me with his plate in front of him. I slowly chewed and swallowed.

"It's perfect... as always."

Opening my eyes, I glanced over at him. He had a wide smile on his face, causing his eyes to light up.

"I'm glad you like it. When I heard you were coming into town, I know I had to make one of your favorite meals... and I also..." he stopped before getting up and walking over to the refrigerator, pulled out a plate of cheesecake with strawberry slices.

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