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games we play 17

i woke up hearing cries and sighed knowing it was braniyah. she's been waking up in the middle of the night with this cause she doesn't wanna get up to pee in the dark. at least she's not peeing in the bed anymore, that's all i'm grateful for right now.

but fuck! i have to wake up like twice in the middle of the night. with the girls having separate rooms now, she can't take it. she's the only one that didn't want them to have their own rooms.

i got out the bed heading down the hallway but i heard her talking so i stopped. my stomach was itching so i scratched while trying to focus on what was being said. i'm so tired.

"papa i'm scared."

i walked closer, peeking inside to see her on the ipad with beyoncé. the night light wasn't enough, she still sat there looking around the room in fear. i had to go get my baby.

"come on mama. you gotta pee?" i picked her up hugging her to my body. she held me tightly, laying her face in my neck. she whimpered. "it's okay baby."

"i wanna sleep with you momma."

"ok. come on so you can pee." i took her to restroom and gave her her privacy in the restroom. as i stood against the wall, i was looking around her room. it turned out so pretty, the princess theme.

i'm surprised she agreed to it because she wanted some other shit. i didn't want to do my babygirl room all boy ish. no.

"onika."

"mm?" i looked to the bed seeing the ipad sat up. damn has she been watching me this whole time? creepy ass.

but fuck her.

"you already did their rooms?"

"mmhm."

"imma come by today."

i looked towards the neon clock in the room seeing it was 5am. mmm. wonder why she's awake right now. knowing she'll sleep the day away, that's surprising.

"that's fine. they'll be here." i loved down at braniyah as she came out the restroom and reached for me. after picking her up i grabbed her ipad heading to my room.

it looked like she was wide awake now.

i just laid down leaving her to talk to bey. they don't need me to be awake for them to talk. it has nothing to do with me anymore. only time we should communicate is if it has something to do with the girls.

i'm out of the picture. although she's been blowing my phone up damn near everyday until i answer. then she'll say some bullshit like she's sorry....

"can i talk to momma?"

"mommy, papa-"

"i'm sleep." i grumbled turning the other way to ignore them. no. the worst thing about this whole thing is that the girls will try their best to make us cross paths.

the past few days bey has been picking them up and i'll simply walk them to the door. but it's always bre that's asking me to buckle them in. like girl since when have you ever asked me to do that?

i do it though. and take my black ass right back inside. i'm so serious about being done. fucking my cousin is wild, i don't care how long ago it was. we were together long ago.

like the fuck?

and lauren can kiss my ass because if i didn't think i would kill her, i'll tell her i wanna fight. which i still do, but i don't wanna hurt her too bad. my mom would be disappointed as well.

she still doesn't know what i go through with beyoncé ass. that woman love her some bey. but she'll have to let go of that love. i'm gonna tell her everything, then she'll never like her ass again.