"azzy come here" i called out to my daughter.
"yes mommy?" she asked focused on her ipad.
"You going to Dada house today, go pick an outfit." i told her. Today was her father's weekend with her and I had to drop her off.
"Is dis okay mama?" She cane back with a grey and pink set with asics to match and i shook my head yes in return.
While she got herself dressed i packed her overnight bag. I always pack extra of everything because you never know... and I also pack her some snacks just in case.
"Aziah fix your pants" I said looking back at her to see what she was doing. I know she's only 3 but I want to teach her while she's young.
"Otay mama I ready" she said dancing in the mirror.
"okay come on" i grabbed her hands with her overnight bag in the other hand. I locked the door to the house and got the car ready.
"What you wanna listen to booboo" I asked switching to radio stations.
"This one!" she clapped to sexy redd Rich Baby daddy. "girll" i chuckled.
We made it to her father house in no time and parked outside waiting for him
In the mean time i called my best friend Kasani. "hey mirahh" she answered the phone. "hey boo whatchu doin" i asked.
"Me and deedee getting ready to go the mall real quick" she said picking up the phone to show me her outfit.
"Awe you look cute and go to the mall for what?" I asked being nosy.
"We going on vacay soon, I need some clothes of course" she said.
Kasani has a shopping addiction so hearing her say she going somewhere real quick is an understatement.
From the corner of my eye I seen Satan's house door open so I hung up on Kasani.I got Aziah out the car along with her things and walked up to the house.
"Her asthma treatment in the bag she needs it before bed and if she starts wheezing" i said passing him the bag.
"I already know g" he said making me suck my teeth. I looked up at him and he look tired, stressed and it looked like he had been cryin but that ain't my problem.
"Bye booboo mommy love you" i hugged and kissed aziah. "Bye mommy" she hugged my back.
"You finna just dip?" He asked me making me frown.
"Whatchu mean" I asked.
"Mirah Im tryna talk to you, you be quick to leave a nigga" he said softly. Satan has a deep and stern voice and he knows when he talks softly it's almost like a way of making someone's heart melt.
"Whatever" I said walking in the house. I can't lie his house is nice as fuck, he keeps it clean and it's decorated nicely.
"go play dada coming" he said shooing aziah off. He held my arm forcing me to follow him into what used to be our bedroom.
"mirah wassup witchu?" he asked. I stared at him with nothing to say.
"Satan i got thin-"
"stop calling me dat shit" he mugged me.
"ain't that yo name" i asked.
"my street name and you know dat so stop playing with me samirah"
"alright Amari what you wanna talk about" i asked sitting on the bed.
"Us Samirah, I been missing you and you know dis shit, I can't keep my mind off you and Aziah, I want my family back" he said.
"Amari I can't keep doing this shit with you, one minute you lovey dovey and the other you ready to switch up on me." i said avoiding eye contact.
"Mirah don't do that, look at me" he held my chin. Looking at him brought back all the toxic but enjoyable memories of us before I had aziah and a little after i had her.
Me and Amari has been off and on since our junior years of high school but I ended everything with him after i caught him cheating on me with a client.
"you know I love you " he said softly.
"mhmmm" i said.
he kissed my lips repeatedly while holding my waist and of course i was kissing back.
I miss him so much but i can't tolerate the bullshit he put me through mentally.