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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟴
"ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ her wrist, baby," Solana warned De, walking into their mansion that late night. She released a elongated breath, shutting the big front door, and setting the luggage on the wall.
"I got her," he assured, holding a sleeping Lani. "What happen to her wrist?"
Solana rolled her eyes with anger seething from her being. "Ima tell you. Can you lay her down for me?"
De gave his assurance before going upstairs. The light from the hall shined into her soft pink theme bedroom. He carefully undressed her to her comfort: her shirt and bottoms, starting to pull the blanket over her and paused to look at the pink cast on her right wrist. The questions start to arise making him proceed to cover her, kiss her forehead, and leave her to rest.
Once De returned downstairs, he found Solana in the kitchen swallowing down her second glass of white wine. Easily moving behind her, he placed the glass out of her hand and on the island, turning her around to face him. "Talk to me," he encouraged. "What happen?"
"Remember I told you I called his Mom?" he nodded, and Solana continue, "Me and Kolby pulled up on everybody there her wack ass father knows. I went by his Mom crib once I got there and she was gone. Her neighbor had to tell me she rushed out earlier to the ER. The whole time I was calling her she was there and knew my baby got hurt at the park with her father. She lied to me, DeAundre. Lied, while my baby was in the hospital bed with a broke fucking wrist. Who lies to a child's fucking mother?"
"I went off," Solana continued. "I cussed everybody the fuck out. He talkin about he told them not to tell me cause he knew I was gonna be dramatic," she scoffed, "He called me dramatic about my baby! That basically tells me if something worse happened to her they would hide it. Who does that? That's why I'm getting full custody, no visitation."
"Solo—"
"Don't try to talk me out of it," she interrupted. "I know you want to give your opinion as a Father, but I called him over fifty times, DeAundre. I thought my baby was dead..." Her voice cracked, eyes watering, and causing him to exhale and listen. "I know Marco—the life he was in before getting his shit together. You was in that street life, so you know just because you get your shit together don't mean the enemies stop lurking."
"You not wrong bout that."
"So imagine how I felt not hearing from him thinking my baby was dead, and it was all for a broken fuckin wrist." She wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks, and he held her face gently.
"You got every right to be as mad as you are right now..." he assured, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "At all of em and even more him for allowing them to lie to you. But tell me this, when you saw Lani was she awake, smiling?"
