Terminal One

He His Daddy Son

Same Day....

"Zac. You never told me you had a brother..." "I know.." "No secrets, No surprises..." "Mamas trust me. I understand.." "Do you?" "Fatima, calm down people are starting to stare..." "I don't give a fuck..." "Ok. Ok. Can we just take a moment to breathe?" He whispered softly.

Fatima sucks her teeth at him. "Mamas, how about we get out of here and head over to my next errand. We can talk about this in the car." He suggested, on pins and needles.

"Fine." Fatima mumbled, gathering her things aggressively. "But I swear to God if you skip out on any detail. You're on pussy punishment for a month."

Zac's face drops sadly, "But BABY..." he whined, watching her walk away angrily.

"I don't wanna hear it, Zac. Let's go!" She yelled back at him as he fumbled a little to get out of the picnic style seat, chasing after her, whining. "I'm sorry Mamas..."

Fatima's Toyota RAV4

"Babe, we've been married for over 2 years. Why haven't you mentioned this to me?" "Because he's technically supposed to be dead..." Zac confessed,

Fatima shakes her head, "Start talking..." "Ok. So my Dad had a son before me and my sister. But he has a different mother." "Ok." "He and I reconnected when I went into foster care.." "What happened to his mother?" "She fucked up on a child abuse case and that's how he got into the system." "Does Big Ma know about him?" "Yes but again. Everyone thinks he's dead because of what happened between us." "Is it one of the reasons why you were in jail?" "Yes." He confirmed. "But he's also one of the reasons why I'm out."

Fatima takes a breath, "Zac..." "Mamas, I swear it was never my intention to keep that from you but I swore to him that I'd keep his livelihood between just the two of us." "So why don't you want Big Ma or Ms. Amanda to know?" "Pierre is kind of the Black Sheep and my mom never really liked him considering his mom and her had mad beef." "Damn." "Yeah." Zac mumbled.

"But no matter what the adults had going on. Pierre always looked out for me. And my Dad equally loved us both but his mom..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "She was spiteful..." "Wow." "My Dad and Big Ma never got the chance to get him out of foster care like they did me so Pierre fell to the streets young." He explained.

"Ok." "So low and behold. Him and I reconnect alongside Ivy and Imani..." Fatima nods. "We get into some shit and all hell breaks loose." "Do we have to worry about retaliation?" "No. Because Pierre made sure the girls got away. And even though he and I went to jail. He took the rep for me." "Wow." "Yeah. I'm forever in debt with him because he didn't have to do that knowing full well we both were responsible for the shit we did." "Ok." "So shortly after I got out, Big Ma and I got a call from the penitentiary saying there was a riot and they found his body. However just a few weeks after, they called back and said a mistake had been made and he was very much alive. I went to visit and that's when he told me to let everyone continue to think he was dead..." he ended.

Fatima takes a sigh parking her car into a parking spot. "Zac..." "I promise that's it." "Are you sure?!" "Yes." He assured her.

Fatima sucks her teeth, "I mean there is that one kid around the way.."

Fatima grabs him, "FATIMA!!" He struggled, "WHAT'D YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!" "I'm playing.." he struggled in a chokehold. "I'm playing.." he chuckled.

She lets him go. Gathering her purse and phone. "Since you wanna be a clown. Ima make sure I stand on that pussy punishment...." As she opened the car door letting herself out.

"Aweee Fatima. Come on..." Zac whined opening up the passenger side door, running after her. "I was just joking...I'm sorry Mamas..."

A month later...
Shortly after dinner

"Shit...Fatima..." Zac stutters. "I'm cumming..." he pants, as his hands caressed her head, pushing it up and down on his shaft. "FUCK!" he growled as the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat.

His body twitched, as his feet got carpal tunnel, frozen in like a statue unable to move.

"Mmmm." She moaned, feeling the precum shoot down her throat, as she grazed her tongue on his shaft in an ocean wave motion. "Awe fuck.." he groans again, "Awe fuck." going harder. "Aweeee fuck!!!" he screamed loudly, shooting every drop of sperm down her throat.

His body hunched over, as she pulled his dick out her mouth slowly because, "It's sensitive."

Fatima gulps a swallow, then giggles. "You are such a simp." wiping the corner of her mouth seductively, getting up from her knees.

"Yeah, ok.." Zac panted, giving her a death stare. "Wait till I get that ass." as he stood trying to hold his balance, while pulling up his boxers, with one hand.

"Whatever. I'm going to brush my teeth." "Alright. I'll be there in a min..." "DADDY!" as Fatima opened the door, seeing the little version of her husband.

Zac laughs, "What's up My Guy?" he asked Angel, as Fatima squeezed his face, from the cuteness then went to the bathroom.

Zac picks Angel up who's talking complete baby gibberish trying his best to understand, while he's pointing and moving around. "I know you don't call yo self telling on me?" Amanda said coming up the stairs.

"Angel dood boy." "Angel, I will tap your little behind again. Keep it up." Amanda said sternly.

Zac coughs a laugh, "Momma, what did he do?" "Iyonna is downstairs painting and mind the business that pays her when this one, takes the paint, dumps his hand into it and brushes it all over the television...

"WHAT TELEVISION?" Fatima yelped, from the bathroom.

She spits the toothpaste from her mouth saying. "It better not be that 90 inch I JUST bought." "Sawrry Mommy..." "Ain't no sorry." Fatima retorted. "I told you to wait for Mommy. But you don't listen. Now you don't get to paint at all..."

"I sawrry Mommy.." Angel cried, making his signature sad face. "Nope. As a matter of fact. Zac..." "I'm on it." He uttered with Angel in his arms wailing a cry, taking him to his room.

"Daddy...paiinnn..." "I'm sorry man. But Mommy said no paint." Angel wails another cry followed up with baby gibberish.

"Hey, hey, hey...listen..." He utters, sitting in the rocking chair, with Angel on his lap.

Whimpering, Angel looks into Zac's eyes. He smiles. "Did Angel be bad?" "Yes, I sawwrry." he pleaded. "And Daddy understands that you're sorry man. But you be bad. So now, no paint." he shrugged, putting it in the simplest form he could.

Angel wails again, "ANGEL..." they hear Fatima scream in anger.

Angel immediately buries himself into Zac's skin, trying to hide his little body.

"Damn, I really spawned myself in this one." He muttered, seeing Fatima come into the kids room.

"I be bad. I no, I no, I no..." Angel muffled, underneath Zac's arm.

Zac is trying his hardest not to laugh, because he's been hearing that ever since he's been home and considering Angel wasn't saying that when he left makes the moments he gets to hear them all the more cherishable.

"Mamas wait..." "Zac, you should see that television.." "Ok. But let's take the situation for what it is." "He messed up. He doesn't get to paint. The television is still good and can be cleaned." He proposed. "And if it can't we'll just buy another one." "Zac that television..." "Is a materialistic item." he reminded her, putting Angel down on the rocking chair.

He walks over to her, brings her in for a hug and says, "The blessing is that it didn't fall onto him. The blessing is we can afford to buy another one if that one can't be cleaned. The blessing is that I get to see this facial expression that you're making now that's gon' put me and my son on punishment..." "You damn right." Kiss. "And I'll take that punishment with pride." he says, "Because at the end of the...

CRASH!!! "SAWRRY MOMMY!!! Daddy it bouk..." pointing to the lamp that got smashed into pieces, when the rocking chair slammed into it.

Shaking their heads. "That's your son..." Zac's head slumps. "Yup!"