Chris
"Damn, you couldn't give me notice that you were coming through?" Diamond questioned as she let me in her place.
"I didn't know I needed permission to come see my daughter, you act like you got a nigga in here or something."
"Maybe I do! You lucky, I been up trying to get her back to sleep. I'm exhausted, not everybody can be like you moving freely Chris. It's 3 in the damn morning, shit I want to be coming back some where I probably shouldn't be. But I'm up titties hurting, mood shot, and hear crying every time I'm ready to lay my head down."
Damn, I remembered suddenly why I don't spend that much time with Diamond anymore. All she wants to do is nag my fucking ear off. I thought after the baby we would be back to being cordial. Maybe I need to give it more time. I considered she had raw emotions while being pregnant and that was mainly why we couldn't see eye to eye before the end of it. Now I'm starting this she just got a stick up her ass when it comes to me. Maybe not making shit serious between us was an issue. I don't know. People were in my ear saying she was an opportunist. The moment she got knocked up, the energy shifted.
"Instead of arguing with me, go take your ass to bed." I said calmly, I even gave her a kiss on the cheek to sweeten it up. "I got it from here, gimme' my lovely lady." I reached for my daughter as I babied my voice.
"That's a damn shame, she stops acting up immediately after she gets in your arms."
I smiled as a looked upon her small face, "that's because she know already her favorite person here. This daddy baby, this my baby!"
Diamond yawned, "whatever you say." She kissed Lovely on the cheek. "Thank you for taking over."
"Just incase let me get a bottle, then you can go about your business."
"These are the bottles," she pointed to her chest. "Let me pump really quick, I'll be right back."
Diamond staggered to her bedroom. The light in her room dimly lit as she leaned back on the headboard to get comfortable. Her machine rested on one of the pillows, when she pulled out her breast I turned my back to head to the couch.
I know I feel this way about all my children, but Lovely is definitely the copy + paste version of myself. I didn't think I was ready to become a father years ago, but this shit keeps me together. No woman will ever come before my kids, these bitches just hurt me in the end regardless or here from some personal gain. Now I'd be real fuck petty if I remove everything Savon did for the album, even pushing to remove everything Felish did too. But I can't though, Felish laid the bone work for that album, her arrangements and songs are the foundation of it.
Can't believe this girl had the audacity to call me out about some fucking pills. I take shit though, but I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of being right. I can only admit it to myself. I'm not hurting nobody, I'm not acting crazy anymore like I used to. Who the fuck don't pop a lil' something in this day and age?
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