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𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨
Winter was fast approaching. The bitter cold in Minnesota, Mercedes had grown accustomed to it. Minneapolis, MN was his second home. Louisiana would always be first. He preferred the warm weather of his hometown, but December in Minnesota had a sense of holiday spirit in the air. Snow very seldom reached New Orleans, but it poured from the sky in Minnesota so frequently that residents were prepared for the heavy snowfall in December and January.
December 8th brought on multiple challenges for Mercedes. He was facing his old quarterback who now led the Atlanta Falcons and threats from Unique Harris. The child that he didn't want to be his bore an uncanny resemblance to him. A baby girl that Unique named after him. Her name was Mercedes just like her father. The rapper was sure of who her child's father was. Thus, the reason she was pushing for a DNA test. Men lie, women lie, but DNA didn't.
"Hey, mama" Mercedes made his way over to the sidelines, greeting Naomi with a warm hug. He sensed the awkwardness emitting from mainly her and Nashea. His mother never liked her, simply because her sisters didn't think Angelo was a saint. They blasted him in the past on social media, bringing negative press to his image. Naomi was all about keeping the Laurent name intact. It exuded power and prestige. She wanted things to stay that way. "Hi, baby. You played your ass off tonight and I bet it was nice squaring off against a familiar face"
"Yeah, it was good to see my old QB" His arm moved to Nashea, wrapping around her figure. He held her close, enjoying the scent of almond and vanilla on her skin. "Hi, baby" He pecked her lips a few times back to back, letting the last one linger. His lips savored the final one, holding hers hostage in a kiss that cut off her breath. Her lips were always soft and sweet. Mercedes poured every ounce of emotion into it because he knew what he had to confess on the car ride home. The strange nightmare he had was haunting his brain, unwilling to let him go back to normalcy. Everywhere, there were signs and warnings that conveyed there was truth within that dream.
Nashea pulled out of the kiss, chuckling. "Why are you kissing me like this is the last time we're going to kiss?" He furrowed his brows, a pained expression etched on his features. Unlike his older brother, Mercedes was a terrible liar. He chose not to say anything at all than to open his mouth and force a lie. "Can you wait for me in the car? I'll be out once I change and say goodbye to everybody" Nashea stared at him skeptically then nodded and walked off.
"I really wish you would do like your brother did and get a girl less problematic" Naomi had her nose turned up. "Angelo is doing just fine with Parris. They are so adorable"
Any woman his mother approved of, Mercedes wasn't interested in. She liked women who were from a certain background like herself. Naomi came from Houston, TX. The daughter of wealthy entrepreneurs, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. It was still a mystery as to why she fell for Bryson who struggled a lot early on in their relationship.
