As Long As I Have You (Sequel to The Step-Dad)

XIV.

YOUR POV

*STILL FLASHBACK*
*at the park*

Kyle : *pushing you on the swings*

Y/n : *giggles* Weeeee Weeeeee!! *kicks your legs* Higher daddy, push me higher!!!

Kyle : *chuckles* *pushes you a little higher*

Camille : *sees you* *yells after your dad* KYLE, BE CAREFUL!!

Kyle : *chuckles*

*a little later*

Y/n : *coloring*

Camille : *walks into your room* *smiles* Whatcha doing munchkin??

Y/n : Coloring.

Camille : *walks over to you* What're y--

Kyle : *cuts her off* *walks by yelling through the phone* HELL NAW NIGGA! I AIN'T FOR THAT SHIT!!!

Camille : *sighs* *gets up & closes your bedroom door*

Kyle : *yells* THEN FIX THE SHIT! AND I BETTER GET MY GODDAMN SHIT BACK!! *hangs up* *throws phone across the room*

Y/n : *jumps & drops crayon* *hugs your mom tight & looks up at her*

Camille : *holds you* *flares her nose* *yells* KYLE GET IN HERE NOW!!!

Kyle : *sighs* *walks in your room* Yes mama? *slightly smiles*

Camille : *sternly* Stop yelling. Right now. *gets up & sits you in the chair* *walks up to Kyle* *through clenched teeth* If you gon be doing all that goddamn yelling and cursing.. *sly pushes him* ..take that shit outside!

Kyle : *smirks* *pulls her into him* *kisses on her neck*

Y/n : *giggles* *covers your eyes*

Kyle : *mumbles* Then tell niggas to get they shit together, that way I wouldn't yell and curse round the house...

Camille : *holds the back of his head* *moans silently* Kyle....baby stop..

Kyle : *smirks & pulls away* *looks over at you* *chuckles* Okay, you can open your eyes now.

Camille : *looks over at you*

Y/n : *uncovers your eyes* *giggles*

Camille : *smiles*

Kyle : *scoops her up*

Camille : *gasps* *clenches onto his shirt* Kyle!!

Kyle : *ignores her* Night Princess.. *winks at you*

Y/n : *giggles & jumps out of the chair* Goodnight daddy! *winks back at him* *climbs in your bed* *lays down*

Kyle : *smiles* That's my girl.. *turns off the light* *walks off & into their bedroom*

Y/n : *giggles* *pulls covers over your face*

*some years later*
*First week of 6th grade / sitting in class*

Mrs. Ray : *finishes lesson* Okay class, you may talk amongst yourselves until the bell rings.

Y/n : *lays your head on the desk*

Darnelle : Girrrrrrl, y'all ain't gone believe this...

Y/n : *lifts your head* *looks at her*

Takara : Girl what you see??

Darnelle : *giggles* I saw the finest dude when I was walking down the hall..

Y/n : *sighs & rolls your eyes* You've said that all week..

Darnelle : I mean it this time [your first initial]! *shakes you* He's an 8th grader..

Takara/Darnelle : *squeals & jumps in their seats*

Y/n : *shakes your head* Oh God...

*bell rings*

Y/n / Kara / Nelle : *walks out of the classroom*

Takara : We'll see you at lunch Y/n.

Y/n : *smiles* Okay. Safe me a seat.

Takara : *nods*

Takara/Darnelle : *walks off the their next class*

Y/n : *walks in opposite direction* *looks down at your schedule* *sighs* *bumps into someone* *drops your books* I'm so sorry..

? : It's cool lil mama..

Y/n / ? : *gets down to pick up your books* *bumps heads*

Y/n : Ouch! *rubs your head*

? : *chuckles* Sorry.. *rubs his head*

Y/n : *looks up at him*

? : Names Diggy by the way..

Y/n : *giggles* Diggy?

Diggy : *smiles* Iight it's Daniel, but everyone calls me Diggy... *picks up your books*

Y/n : *smiles* *takes books from him* Goodbye Daniel... *walks off*

Diggy : *watches you walk off*

Y/n : *blushes down the hall*

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Y/n : *gasps loudly*

Oh My God!!!! That's why he seems so goddamn familiar to me! Oh I'ma kick his ass..

Diggy : *runs in* You okay baby??

Y/n : *looks up at him* *eyes widen* *gets up & walks over to him* *holds his face* Diggy?

Diggy : *smirks* *kisses you*

Y/n : *softly* Why didn't you tell me?

Diggy : *shrugs* I figured you'd remember sometime.. *kisses you again*

Y/n : *mumbles in the kiss* I'ma kick yo ass, you know that right..?

Diggy : *scoops you up not breaking the kiss* *carries you upstairs*

Y/n : *blushes & giggles* *hides your face in the crook of his neck*