𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴

ain't you pretty

c h a p t e r    F I V E

mihty

I walked to the front door.

I was back a week later, seeing Kanji.

I put my hand up to knock but the door was opened before I could. It swung open to the image of Kanji and a little girl who was around his neck.

My eyes squinted at him.

He ushered me inside, "come in Mint. you can put the bags on the counter."

I walked in and took my crocs off. I put the bags on his kitchen counter and started to take things out of the bag. He was supposed to be teaching me how to make chicken alfredo.

He came up behind me, "how much was everything, i'll send you the money back."

I shook my head. I don't even know why he asked. "anyways, who's the pretty girl?"

He hesitated for a second. Kanji isn't someone I know to hesitate so I raised my eyebrows at him.

"she's my daughter, Regina."

I smiled as she reached her hands out for me. I scooped her up and she pulled on my beanie. "hi there princess. i'm Mint."

He scoffed, "this is crazy. she got ya' nickname quicker than me."

She whispered badly, "I betta' den Da."

I laughed, "wayyy betta' than yo Da."

He rolled his eyes and I shrugged sitting down on the island chair. He chuckled and walked around me looking at the products I got at the store.

After a few minutes of playing with pretty girl I looked up at him, splitting my attention.

I saw that he didn't have outside clothes on so I asked, "you just came back from somewhea'?"

He nodded, his back to me. "yeah ma dukes called me to see my daughter."

I ain't know he still had his moms in his life. Most hood niggas either ain't in contact with them or they dead tbh.

I hummed and watched Regina play with my watch. That's how you know it's real cause babies like real shiny shit.

And these diamonds SHINE.

I laughed to myself and he looked at me funny. A nigga funny as shit what can I say.

He spoke lowly even though we were in his crib, "go put ha' in the crib in the living room. We gotta cook."

I walked with her in my arms and she babbled when I put her into the crib. There were a few toys in there and a small blanket.

I walked back over to him and he had put some 90's RnB music on. I rubbed my hands together, "alrigh' so where we starting?"

He looked at me concerned, "you eva' set water to boil before?"

I nodded and scoffed playfully, "what you mean bruh, don't do that."

"you told me you burnt ramen noodles my nigga is you good? all you have ta do is stick it in the microwave"

I mugged him, "my microwave was too hot."

He squinted at me, "stop showing yo stupidness. fa' real."

I laughed, "alrigh' alrigh' but whatchu want me ta do?"

"go grab the blue pot in my cabinets. fill it like 2/5th with water."

I grabbed the pot and I noticed how organized his shit is. Everything in his life seem like that to be honest.