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TWO WEEKS LATER
MAY 5TH,
12:12 PM.

...

'2012' BY CHRIS BROWN played lowly in the candle lit bathroom as Dovani's belly floated above water as her mind was focused on the words on the page of her book.

"You fa' real like that shit?" Semaji scrunched his face up as the back of the book was facing him, massaging her feet with the scrub that was on the side of the tub.

"It's good. Give a little insight on how you niggas think," She snickered as she flipped the page to 'Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man' book by Steve Harvey.

"Dove, Imma hold yo' hand when I say dis'," Semaji started as he scrubbed her leg.

"If by whateva stupid fuckin' reason you ain't raisin my girls wimme in a house wit' dat' white lil' fence, I'on want my twins in any otha' nigga face calling him daddy. It's finna be yo' head if I find aht." Semaji criticized her.

He might've been joking in the moment but it was his worse nightmare. Parenting children that were calling someone else 'Daddy'.

"They'll call you daddy and that's it." Dovani commented.

Semaji nodded, though his face remained stern. "Damn right they will. Ain't nobody else steppin' in where I belong," he said, his voice softening a little as he rinsed the scrub off her leg.

Dovani's gaze returned to her book, but her mind lingered on Semaji's words. She knew his tough exterior masked a deep love for their family. She smiled slightly, appreciating the sincerity behind his concern, even if it was wrapped in his usual bluntness.

"Y'know," she said, closing the book and setting it aside, "You ain't gotta worry 'bout that. I ain't goin' nowhere, and neither are you."

Semaji's expression softened, his hands moving to her other leg. "I know, Dove. Jus'... can't help but think 'bout it sometimes. Wanna make sure we straight, you know?"

Dovani reached down, placing her hand over his. "We straight, Semaji. We always will be."

He nodded, The song shifted to another track, the rhythm gently filling the silence between them. Semaji finished scrubbing her legs and reached for a towel to dry them off. He worked methodically, his touch surprisingly tender despite his earlier intensity.

As he wrapped the towel around her feet, Dovani spoke again, her voice softer. "Semaji, what makes you worry so much? You know we've been through a lot, and we're still here."