Every time Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, he was constantly reminded of the most traumatic moment of his life. He grew to hate himself until Namiko randomly waltzed into his life one day and began teaching him how to love himself again. It...
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"'Where is your bd?' Is that an abbreviation for boyfriend? He went to get us breakfast because doordash is down." Namiko read a comment on her TikTok Live as she applied leave in conditioner to her naturally curly hair.
"'That means baby da—' oh guys, come on. I don't call him that. He's more than just my baby's dad. That's my man. And he went to get breakfast like I said." She chuckled, standing up to get her wig brush out of the box labeled 'bathroom'.
She leaned over to dig through the box that she'd previously organized pretty nicely, but Isaiah ruined it when he tossed his stuff in. He was nowhere near as neat as her when it came to packing so she constantly went behind him to re-pack each box.
"Yooo, Nami, wassup mama? What you doin'?" Isaiah noticed the camera first and then he saw her bent over in its line of view and her tight fitting sleeping gown that stopped above her mid thigh had risen up and almost showed something that was his.
"Getting my brush?" She said as if it was obvious, holding it up for him to see.
"Yo' whole ass out girl. You good?" There was a small frown on his face as he pulled the gown down, and her mouth formed an O shape before it dropped into a smile at him kissing her face.
"Sorry baby. I didn't realize. Did you guys see my coochie or my butt? And be honest?" Namiko walked back over to her camera, and Isaiah shook his head at her with a light laugh while walking over to the bed.
"Dada!" Naia smiled at him when he removed the covers from over her head and she fell out in giggles when he tickled her sides. He'd seen her trying to hide when he walked in but she was way too obvious to the point where it was comedic because she was serious at the same time.
"Wassup dada baby? You hiding from me? Huh?" He continued tickling her for a couple of seconds before he stopped, listening to her scream. That was her way of letting him know she was done playing.
"Aight. I quit." He raised his hands in surrender, chuckling at her jumping into his arms anyway as if he wasn't just lying in the bed with her an hour ago.
"Dada," she used her thumb to touch the tip of her fingers at one time and moved it closer to her mouth to sign 'food' in sign language.
"It's on yo' table. Gon' head." He kissed her cheek before placing her down on the ground, and she took off running towards the kitchen.
"Get off that live Namiko. Go eat." He sat down on the edge of the bed, just a foot or so away from her.
"No. You go eat. I'm doing Q&A right now."
"Isaiah! You're going to get me banned!" Namiko turned around with a frown on her face when the sound of his hand making contact with her butt echoed throughout the mostly empty room.
"Daddy sorry." He gripped the same spot at the same time that he kissed her forehead, and he laughed at how her frown immediately disappeared and her arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
