The NoteBook (A Queen Mafia Love Story) Pt.3

The NoteBook•13

Kierra POV

I straighten out the pillows on the couch when I hear him knock on the door. I haven't seen Jordan since the hospital 4 days ago. The staff and nurses kicked him out so this is the first time he's going to see Khloe.

I walk to the door and fix myself up a bit before opening the door.

"Hey" I say

His eyes peeled down at me.

"Wassup."

"Come in." I say stepping out the way.

He walks in and I close the door behind him.

"You want anything to drink?"

"Nah. I'm cool."

"Well she's in the back, you can wash your hands  while I get her."

I walk to the back and into her room. I walk to her crib and lift her up. She moves around a bit as I walked her back out to the living room. He sat on the couch as I walked up to him and placed her in his arms.

"Her name is Khloe Drew Kelly."

He stared down at her as he examined her face and hands. Fatima explained to me that Jordan blamed her for not getting to the hospital fast enough and also was upset about the mix up.

Everything happened so fast, I know it's bad to say but I totally forgot about Jordan. I don't know how, I just did.

"I wanted to apologize about the mix up at the hospital. And I'm sorry you didn't get to the hospital soon enough. It wasn't Fatima's fault, it was a lot going on."

He doesn't say anything.

"....I wanted to talk to you about co-parenting."  I say changing the subject.

"...What about it?"

"Well you have your own place and I have mine. I don't know if you've prepared for her to come and stay with you a few times out of the week, but if you did want that I'm open to it."

"...Yea, I'd like that. How long will you let me keep her?"

"She doesn't do much but eat and sleep and I know you have a lot of stuff going on so, I guess whenever you're available or do want her. Do you have stuff for her?"

"I got a couple of Kamryn old stuff, but I don't mind buying new stuff."

"Should I make you a list?" I ask

He nods.

"That's fine."

"Okay."

"....You spoken to Kamryn recently?" He asks

"...Yea. You?"

"Yea. Your mom calls me."

"I know. I gave her your number."

"...She getting big."

"Yea and talks a-lot." I say

"Yea she do."

We both laugh a little before we hear a knock on the door. My heart sinks a little because I know who it is.

"Hold on."

I get up and walk to the door. I look out the peek hole to make sure and sure enough it's X. I open the door and step out closing the door behind me.