Still My Thug

22.

Noami's POV

Today's our last day in Louisiana. And honestly, I'm ready to go back! I continued to pack my things with the help of my baby daddy, who was really getting on my last nerve.

"So, you're not gonna tell me where y'all live?" he asked.

"No." I said.

"But I wanna see my damn son!" he yelled.

"Oh my gosh, please don't do this to me right now. You will see him when I decide to come back down."

"And when will that be, next year? Noami, when I see my son shouldn't be based of your fcken feelings!" he yelled.

"I can't with you!" I yelled going into the bathroom.

I was not feeling Tray at the moment. He's been all up under me since he found out Tyrone was his. What point does he not get about us not getting back together?

I did my hygiene things and came back out to Tray and Tyrone laying on the floor.

"Ask mommy is she calm?" he told Tyrone.

"I was never hyped." I smartly said back.

"Then there wasn't no need for you to storm into the bathroom."

"Please, stop talking to me."

"Alright."

I continued to pack as Tyrone crawled up on my leg.

"What is it fat man?" I asked picking him up.

"Since it is y'all last day here, I wanna go out." Tray said getting up.

"What as a family?" I asked.

"What else will we go as?"

"Two parents having a day out with their son."

"Whether you like it or not Noami, we are a family." he semi-yelled.

"Why are you yelling?"

"So, you can yell but I can't?"

"I haven't yelled."

"Oh my fcken gosh, you're so fcken difficult it makes no since." he said.

"Sure Tray, cuss in front of your child. That's good parenting."

Once I said that he looked at me like I had lost my mind.

"Don't ever say that sh*t again." he said

"Or what? What you gone do?" I asked.

"Do you wanna go out or not?" he asked through his teeth.

"Not, I pass. I have a lot more to pack." I said putting Tyrone down.

"Fine, then Tyrone goes with me." he said picking him up.

"No, he doesn't. He barely knows you and I don't think you properly knows how to take care of him." I said.

"Bye Noami."

"Tray, I'm not fcken playing."

"Good parenting, cuss in front your son." he said

"Put my son down."

"Or what?" he asked.

I stood there thinking of something but came up with nothing.

"Exactly." he said leaving out the room.

I followed him downstairs and my mom and Nathan walked in.

"Tray give me my fcken child!" I yelled.

"Hold on, wait, what's going here?" mom asked.

"He's taking Tyrone when I told him no." I said.