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𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝟮𝟰 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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"But babyy," Kianna whined, curling up her lips into a pout as she sat on Samir's lap, "I'm nervous."
Samir sighed deeply at his girlfriend. He'd been telling her for the past week to have a talk with both of her parents, especially, Ms.Cadence about how she was feeling— and every time she was very reluctant.
The couple were sat on Kianna's bed, Stranger Things playing absentmindedly in the background as Samir's hand, that was tucked underneath her tank top and holding onto her right boob comfortably, squeezed the swollen flesh gently. Samir raising from his rested position to plant a kiss to her neck.
"I understand that mama, but you can't continue to give him the opportunity to treat you like that, it's not right." Samir stressed.
"And y'know you been said you was gonna have that talk wit yo' mom's explaining everything."
To Samir it seemed like Kianna was brushing past all the things that she needed to do to allow herself the ability to grow.
Every time she would claim that she'd talk to her mother about her dad, she always found an excuse to not do it. Samir understood that it couldn't be easy for her, but at the same time he never wanted to see his lady as sad as she was that night, he felt his heart tug at the memory.
He rolled his pointer finger over her budding nipple lazily, the action not done to be sexual but comforting as Kianna's tenseness slowly eased.
"I know this shit not gonna be easy pretty, but it's something that causing you pain so we gotta fix it. I'm not tryna rush you baby, I'm just saying don't push away something that's gon' help you."
It was Kianna's turn to sigh, bending her head back so it could rest on Samirs chest, her body slowly relaxing feeling his breathing.
"You're right, I've just never really been the confrontational type, specifically with my dad, he ain't raised me with the chance to speak back so this is all new."
"And that's okay baby, it's nothing wrong with beings scared about something that was never introduced to you, it only matters if you try mama, you hea' me?"
Kianna nodded her head, but her reluctance was still seen clear as day on her face, "I hear you, papa. I'll try."
Samir took the hand that was in her shirt, out, using that hand to tilt up her chin, and force them to make eye contact.
He kissed her on her forehead and bent his neck down to press another to her lips.
"That's all I ask for, pretty."
Kianna rushed to press two more quick kisses to his lips before they decided to separate.
"I think imma do it today, I'll text him and then after we talk, I'll tell my mama."
Samir smiled, seeing her willing to push through her discomfort to do what she needed to for herself. "Sound's perfect, baby."
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Two hours later, Samir was back on the road and headed to Rasheed's house.
