Dave pov
"I'm not telling you where she stay Sunday, I'll handle it." I spoke looking at her. Looking at her face you could sense she didn't believe me.
"I'm not putting my trust in you AGAIN! You have proven to me you are unreliable and irresponsible when it comes down to our children."
I really wanna punch her ass in the face but that's only cause I know she right. Maybe I need to grow up and actually try this co-parenting shit.
"I'll give you the address if you help me parent our kids better." I spoke staring in her big beautiful brown eyes.
She looked shocked by my response, could you blame her?
"Okay, well what do you want to kn-" she said but got cut off to twiddle dee and dumb coming through her front door.
"Wassup bug"
"Hey sissy pooh"
These niggas so gay
"Hey, yall hungry ?" She asked looking at them like I haven't been sitting here arguing with her the whole time.
It's just fuck Dave day huh?
"Hell yeah suh, you gotta room I can lay up in until you done in the kitchen?" Marcus spoke rubbing his eyes. Swear this nigga act like Yoshon a lil bit, he to fucking old.
"Yeah, yall mind sharing a room ?" Sunday said looking between dom and Marcus. They both shook their heads walking towards the door she was pointing at.
My eyes followed her as she took her heels off and walked towards the kitchen. I'm not gonna yieeeee my baby mama stacked and she pretty in the face, if only her mouth wasn't so damn slick.
Following her into the kitchen I sat down at the bar.
"You gonna show me my room?" I spoke looking directly at the back of her head .
"You were sitting in it." she laughed softly while seasoning the pork chops, didn't even look at me.
This why I don't like her mean ass.
"I aint sleeping in no fucking living room I'm a grown ass man." I sucked my teeth staring at her dizzy ass.
"You a grown ass HOMELESS man right now darling. You gets no say so in this motherfucka." She said looking dead in my eyes.
I'm sickkk she dead ass serious yall, I hate it here!
"Whatever you say Sunday, let's play 21 questions." I just wanna get to know her without judgement and vice versa, I really want to do better for my kids.
"You is too fucking grown but whatever let's do it." She smiled.
Pretty ass girl !
"Full name?" I asked
"Sunday Billie Molina , you ?"
"David Hakeem Brewster, favorite color?"
"Pink"
"I'm crippin so it's blue baby. When your birthday?"
"June 12th big cancer, what about you?"
Lowkey give me the ick with that zodiac shit.
"December 3rd, you always wanted to be a stripper?"
"Okayyy... question game over." She spoke rolling her eyes.
Tf I do now omggggggg
"What I said wrong Sunday?" I genuinely want to know why every time this get brought up she ready to beat my ass.
"You always want to be funny and joke about me being a stripper when I'm in nursing school as well as have two kids that I'm raising you think it's funny when Im just trying to survive." She said looking at me wiping tears off her face.
I got up walking towards her, I know I hurt her feelings. I wouldn't have even asked if I knew I made her feel this way. She seem so tough on the outside, I didn't realize I was hurting her.
Hugging her tight "I'm so sorry mama for making you feel less than cause you strip, You are a great person and a great mom." Leaning down I connected my lips to both her rosy cheeks and forehead, letting those small kisses linger.
"I'm gonna do better I promise pretty girl." I spoke looking into her eyes, all she did was nod her big ass head.
"No ma'am I want words." I said sternly
"Okay David
