Zachary's Point Of View
Atlanta, Georgia
Friday, 6:45 P.M.
The Epilogue
Officially a dad of three, and Fatima and I have been married for Seven months now. I wouldn't change this life for anything!
T3 was three months and 1 week old, she had all of us wrapped around her fingers, especially me.
The perfect replica of me and my wife, but my wife swears baby little mama looks exactly like her, but imma let her have it because Zamaris was daddy's twin.
By far married life has been my absolute favorite besides being a dad.
Watching my wife conquer motherhood will always be a sight to see and cherish. I loved that woman so much.
We were currently at the Yard House celebrating Jaycee's birthday. It's crazy how fast life be moving, but I wasn't mad at it.
Over the past seven months, our lives have undergone a significant transformation.
Fatima and I decided to move back to Atlanta, which is crazy because it was my wife decision.
My wife felt like Atlanta was where she wanted to be, that was home and I agreed with her.
The last time y'all heard from us was our wedding day, and my parents decided to show up even though I thought they asses were dead.
I still don't got the answers I was looking for, and I got tired of asking.
It is what it is, I got my own family to worried about, even though that shit still fucks with me.
Baby little mama's small cries echo off in the restaurant, snapping me out my thoughts. I instantly jumped into daddy duties.
I reached over and grabbed her out the carseat, and laid her on my chest while we waited for more people to arrive, my wife was currently in the car pumping.
Izabella, Zamaris and Kasai were at mama and papa Wilson house, while mom and dad enjoyed our night out.
"You're a great father" My mother commented, sitting across from me, I didn't know where my father was at the moment.
Sometimes I hated how forgiving Jaycee was, she was the type to always see the good in people, but me on the other hand? I wasn't going for none of that shit.
They had me believing they were dead, like what type of sick shit is that?
"Thank you" I said plainly, she was telling me shit I already know. I literally raised Jaycee all by myself.
"You know me and your father did what we had to do to protect you and your sister" She says, but I wasn't trying to hear none of that bullshit.
"Ma, I'm fucking 35 years old, y'all left when I was fucking 16. How the fuck was y'all protecting me? Man I don't want to hear that shit, I don't" I snapped out.
"Tonight is all about Jaycee, let's keep it about her" I said, calming my nerves cutting our conversation short, Fatima had made her way back to the table.
"This why she's so spoiled now because you hold her all the time babe" my wife stressed, shaking her head at me.
"What? You just expect me to let her cry?" I laughed, baby girl was spoiled as hell.
