A MAFIA STORY: MY FATHER'S DEBT

First real talk

ZOLA'S POV

" Hmmn, what do you think it's going to be like with you as a dad?" I asked, hoping that would buy me time but apparently that wasn't exactly a smart question at the moment.

"I don't plan to have kids though.." he murmured, sliding his sweatpants up his legs." Wait, what? Does that mean you aren't on pills? He asked.

" Uhmm I am actually, I'm an adult and I got them the last time I went out with Alfred," I said, nodding. I don't remember the last time I went out with him.

" Hmmn you fluffy?" He hummed.

"Oh yeah," I replied, hoping this wouldn't get more awkward.

" Hmm," he shrugged while picking up his laptop while I looked around for something free and comfortable to wear.

" Why don't you want to have kids though?" I asked, packing my hair into a high messy bun.

" Uhmm.. I think that uhm, ahem" he cleared his throat, he seemed nervous. " I don't think I'd be a great parent, of course, no one is great at parenting but.. ahh" he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. " I have a messy path that I'd have to clean up for them. I feel like I'd be too busy trying to provide the best life I could give and I don't want them running and watching their backs their whole life because of the choices I made," he said.

" Like me," I whispered. " There are good parents out there Joseph, I don't mean they are perfect of course they are still humans but they try and their kids love them and understand, just like my dad," I concluded.

" He got you here," he reminded me.

" Of course, I remember. But firstly, he took us out of America to keep us safe, to keep me safe. He tried and yes I Know he didn't have a good Job but he did all he did for me and I know I'm here today but that's fate and you aren't going to kill me are you?" I asked sarcastically, smiling.

" I still don't think I can do parenting or can I learn it?" He asked.

"You didn't exactly have a great relationship with your parents right?" I folded my legs and cuddled it with my chest.

" You should be a Psychologist," he said and we both laughed.

" There are good parents, Joseph, you don't learn parenting, it's a bond you form when you see the life you created," I said, crawling my fingers towards his hand casually resting on the bed. " When you are so conscious of how bad of a parent your parents were, you'd make the same mistake they did. You don't have to be scared and I'm sure you'd make a great dad" I concluded, squeezing his hand a little. And we both smiled, his dimples denting in. I'd die for a dude with dimples.

" If I ever have a daughter, I want her to be as beautiful as you," he said, holding my hand in his.

" When your wife is pregnant, ask her to cross over my legs," I said.

" What's that?" He squeezed his face, confused.

" It's an African thing" I whispered and he started laughing.

I tucked the loose strands of my bun to the back of my ear and climbed down the bed, strolling casually out of his room. Thinking about it, we just had our first real talk.

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" Hey! Hey! Hey!" Joseph said, waking me up from my sleep.

" What do you want Seph!" I growled, turning to the other side.

" Get up, we have to go RightNow!!" He yelled, searching for something from his drawers.