Zac's POV
I sat on the couch, phone pressed to my ear as I told my lawyer exactly what I wanted. No hesitation, no second-guessing. Full custody.
Sabrina had her chances, and she kept proving over and over again that her only concern was how she looked as a mother, not actually being one. I wasn't about to let her keep using Kolby like some social media accessory.
As I spoke, I watched Fatima move around the kitchen, doing what she always did—stepping into the role that was kinda forced on her.
Kolby had woken up for the morning, and like always, she was looking for us. No matter how hard we tried to get baby girl to sleep in her own bed, she always ended up in ours. Apparently, she rolled over and realized we weren't there, so of course, she came looking.
Fatima, without missing a beat, picked her up and started giving her some breakfast options, making sure she got exactly what she wanted. Then, like clockwork, she took her upstairs to get her cleaned up before bringing her back down to eat.
The thing is—there was never some big shift from Titi to Mommy with Fatima. She had always been this way with Kolby. Always attentive. Always making sure she was good. Always being the one Kolby could depend on.
From the time she was just her godmother, Fatima had shown up for Kolby in ways Sabrina never had. It wasn't forced. It wasn't calculated. It was natural.
And that's exactly why I had no hesitation about filing for full custody. Kolby deserved stability. She deserved love. And she already had that with us.
My lawyer reassured me that he'd get on it immediately, laying out the steps we'd take moving forward. I nodded along, my focus still split between the conversation and the sight in front of me—the loves of my life.
Fatima was now sitting at the table, helping Kolby with her food, making sure she didn't make a complete mess. My little girl giggled as Fatima wiped syrup from her chin, her tiny hand reaching for Fatima's face like she always did when she wanted attention.
Fatima leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before playfully tickling her side. Kolby shrieked with laughter, her little voice filling the room.
I smiled to myself, shaking my head. This was what it was about. This was what mattered.
As I hung up the phone, I leaned back into the couch, watching them.
This wasn't just about fighting for custody.
This was about making sure my daughter never had to question who truly loved and cared for her.
And I'd fight however long it took to make sure she never had to.
Watching Fatima and Kolby, my heart swelling at the sight of them. This was my family—our family—and no one, especially not Sabrina, was going to interfere with that.
Fatima caught me staring, and she smirked, shaking her head as she finished wiping Kolby's hands. "What?"
I shrugged, still smiling. "Nothing. Just... I love y'all."
She rolled her eyes playfully but her face softened. "We love you too, baby."
Kolby perked up at that, turning to look at me with those big brown eyes. "Daddy, you love me?" she asked, tilting her little head.
I let out a deep laugh, standing up and walking over to them. I crouched down to Kolby's level, tapping her tiny nose. "More than anything, Peanut."
She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck as I lifted her up. She still smelled like syrup and baby lotion, and I knew I needed to clean her up more, but I didn't care. I just held her close, feeling the weight of how much she meant to me.
