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ෆ the best dad but most bitter babydaddy
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"Kevin, don't throw my baby in the air like that," you screamed, seeing how high he was tossing him.
"I got him," he snapped at you.
"Kevin, don't let them bitches touch my baby"
"Kevin, don't take off his sweater"
"Get him something to drink, Kevin"
You were getting on his nerves, his last one. You were killing his vibe, fucking up his high, and needed to be quiet.
"Bro, please shut the fuck up," he rubbed his face, before his focus was back on the boy.
You had broken up with Kevin about a year after your pregnancy. With his career blowing up, a plethora of women and connections took up most of his time, so you fell back.
He thought the reasoning was dumb, but went along with it, as long as nothing changed around Kacie. His son deserved a two parent family unit, and he wanted to try his best to give him that.
Flying out to Los Angeles for the weekend, he had a big show coming up. Taking his mom and sibling, naturally he wanted Kacie there. He still wasn't used to having him on his own, so he asked you to come, but was now regretting it.
All day, you had been talking to him as if he didn't know how to take care of his son. Nagging about everything, it was only a matter of time before he fucked you into a mattress, maybe you'd stop being an aggravating bitch.
"Who are you talking too, cause you can't be talking to me?" you told him, sitting his blunt in the ashtray, he looked at you.
"I'm talking to you," he said, lowkey wanting things to escalate, you were sexy as hell, when you got mad.
"Hey, you two, don't start," his mom said, you smacked your teeth, storming to your room.
"Don't look like that, she's just being a mom, I was the same with you," she turned to her son, who, with a frown, went back to messing with his child.
"She be on that bullshit, this my son too, she can suck my-she need to chill," he grumbled, as his mom gave him a look.
"How about you guys talk it out like adults? you want to coparent, you need to find compromise, now go get dressed, your show is in about an hour and a half," she told him, taking her grandson, cooing at him.
He had taken Kay's entire face and skin tone. It looked like you had no parts in making the child, he even had a tiny gap, always showing as he smiled at everyone.
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"How you doing? My name Eric," the random man approached you, reaching out his hand.
You, along with everyone else were backstage. You held Kacie, who excitedly clapped for his dad. Kay initially wanted to bring him out, but changed his mind, remembering how unsafe that could be for a three year old.
Now, afterwards, everyone walked to his trailer, where you chose to stay outside. Rather than piling up with all of them inside. It didn't feel right anyway, you weren't together anymore, so it was pointless hanging under him all the time.
"I'm Y/n," you nodded, accepting Eric's gentle handshake.
He was brown skin, around Kay's height, dimples, waves, and slim, with a muscular build.
"You work for brodie?" he nodded towards the trailer, glancing at the sign on the door, 'KAY FLOCK' written boldly.
"Nah," you shook your head, laughing.
"Cool, look, I couldn't help but notice you, since you got here, if you're down, I'd like to take you out for lunch or dinner," he said, anxiously shoving his hands in his pocket.
Before you could answer, Kevin walked out, Kacie in his arms, Aubree, his baby sister, close behind, and a blunt in his mouth. He glanced your way, a mug immediately went to his face.
"Um-
"Fuck you in my girl face for, bro?" Kay asked him calmly, his eyes never moving your way.
"I ain't know she was with you, my fault, I ain't mean no disrespect," he said, glancing between you and Kevin.
"You good, she got two kids and be acting like a smoochie," he said, as Eric chuckled, walking away.
"Seriously Kevin? Two kids and a smoochie?" you looked at like he had lost his mind.
"Keep playing with me, I'ma knock you up again, but you know everybody use to think Bree was ours," he smirked, taking his sister hand, as he brought them to the ice cream truck, not too far off.
Following him, you waited until they both had their ice cream. Kacie held Aubree's hand, as they walked slightly ahead of you.
"You can't keep doing this, I let you have your fun, mess with your smoochies, be with whoever. You can't keep cockblocking every time somebody look my way," you explained to him, from the expression on his face, he didn't give a damn about what you were talking about.
Opening the door for them, he watched as Kacie and Bree entered the trailer, before he shut the door. Standing toe to toe with you, he towered over you.
"You still mine, you not fucking on no other nigga, or he can get flocked," he shrugged.
"Kevin, we're not together-
"I ain't tryna hear that, feel me? You know who that pussy for, so stop tryna give my shit away," he stepped closer.
"I swear, you act like you bitter or some shit, like you don't want me to move on"
"Whatever ma, get yo fine ass in there and take care of my son," he said, a smirk in place, watching as you stormed away, going into the trailer. Angry, but turned on my his words.
He grinned, biting his lips, content knowing that his words were still effective. No matter how bitter he seemed, cockblocking, or ruining ever chance you had at meeting a new man, you both knew why. You were still his, separated or not, you just needed him to remind that pretty little head of yours, where you belonged.
