Wednesday 13th June, 2023 NBA Youngboy's Mansion Los Angeles, California 8:52am
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Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden's POV:
"This nigga always in sum shit mane." I grunted lookin' at Clemenza.
"Crazy man." I called my son by the nickname I gave him.
I stood starin' at him, and he stared back at me. He know he guilty. "Det's how you comin'?"
"Mane, this man done dumped all his cereal out. Ma'Ma! Come clean this shit up. Please." I called fa Jaz.
I picked Clemenza up, and sat him on the kitchen counter. I put his jacket on fa him then carried him outside ta the rain wimme.
"You gone be a big brudda son. You know det?" I kissed his cheek twice. "You not gone be the baby no mo'e."
Clemenza looked at me smilin' like he knew what I was sayin'.
"Let's check on yo li sister righ' na."
I FaceTimed Diamontè's number. Hopefully she a answer.
She still warmin' up ta the fact det we startin' a family together. When I had handed Diamontè them results det confirmed I was the father of ha baby, she done dropped down ta ha knees cryin'. Shawty lost it. Ha dramatic ass did the fuckin' most. I had ta carry ha back on the bed, but she cried hollarin' fa hours.
She stayed at my house fa 3 days after det. She ain't eat, sleep or talk ta nobody. Ha ass extra fa no reason.
"Let's see if she gone pick up." I mumbled under my breath.
"Hello." She answered sleepily.
"Wazzam? How you doin?" I asked ha.
"Good." She replied shortly. But she still looked fuckin' sad.
"I'm callin' ta check on y'all. Y'all good?"
"Yeah." She yawned, lookin' in the camera like she bored.
And why the fuck she answerin' me like det fa?
"You mad?" I questioned ha.
"No."
"Then why you got a attitude, talkin' ta me like you is? You seem like you mad." I frowned my face.
