The smile never left his face when he left the room where his woman was stripping as she went to take a shower. Or as he entered the room with his daughters whom he hadn't seen since he left two years ago.
The three women in his life that he loves whole.
"Dad?" Robyn, his eldest gasps upon seeing him.
"Oh my gosh." Willow followed as she turned.
"My sweets." He grins, holding his arms out, and they race to hug him.
The feeling warms his heart that he even felt relieved, so much so that he got emotional.
"I missed you, dad." Willow cried, and he felt when Robyn softly nudged her.
"We missed you, dad." The older one corrects.
"I missed you more, so much." He answered, kissing their heads.
From the warm and safe embrace to a teasing one, their true colors came forth.
"Jamaica did you good. You're glowing and looking at least five years younger." Robyn astonishes him with her compliments.
"Look at that haircut!" Willow stood on her toes and touched his neat lineup. "This is not my dad. I've never seen this man before."
He laughs and hugs them again.
Willow sniffs him audibly. "He smells the same."
"Yeah, I thought I'd get to know what marijuana smells like," Robyn added, and he tickled her. "Dad, I'm playing."
"Sure." He said, not believing. "Look how you've both grown."
They sure did, but it seems they'll have their mom's height, since he's around Zuri so much, he was so used to her shortness.
With both born months after the other, the only difference to tell them apart was the way they dressed and carried themselves. Both are treated as twins and to make matters worse, they're in the same grade.
Robyn dresses more maturely in every way, and Willow, is like her mom. Known to gravitate to fashion and beauty.
They talked a bit but stopped at the sound of a voice that put a smile on his face.
"I was born strong
I was made for this
See, I met so many hard times
When I thought I couldn't make it
See, I had my trials when my pillows dried my eyes
Then the morning came
And my wings took flight..."
Lázuri is like a siren.
A voice that drew him up those flights of stairs that day as she sang. No matter the song, the sweet melodies and harmony need no soundtrack behind it. The soothing sound had no flaws, and it's a pity she wasn't a singer.
"I rise, I rise
See, I'm hurting, but not broken
Down, but I won't die
I rise, I rise
Soon, I will reach the sky
And still I rise..."
She made him know what people meant by Jamaicans are talented people. He was able to test her himself, and she passed by a hundred percent.
She cooks, cleans, loves children, dances, sings, and acts, she does it all except grow. He chuckles at his thought and his girls look at him.
"Uh?" He asks, seeing as he gets distracted. Her singing always does that.
"She's here?" They asked.
"She went to shower." He told them, watching their expressions.
"Some say it's a mystery
How I still believe
Then, in spite of all I've been through
I can still push the will
See, I have power they can't see with their eyes
It's a little thing called faith
That makes broken wings fly.."
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Dickmatized Dainty (Book 3)
Short StoryDainty had to deal with Gio's friends eating her food that she'll need after the dick appointment. She has so much to go through and her mind on the money. Lázuri went through a scammer, police officer and ended up fucking a top boss, a billionaire...
