Chapt. 22 - Whitney

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"Are you coming to get Ursa today? I got something to do." I listen as Zoe sighed through the phone. "What you got to do that's more important than our daughter?" I finish getting Ursa dress then started on her hair. "It's not more important than her but I have a date if you must know." It got quiet for a minute. "I'm on my way."

"Baby girl your going with Ma today okay?" Ursa nodded her head as the doorbell rung. "Hold on, im coming." I went to the door and opened it. "Have she been around my daughter?" Zoe walked in looking around like a mad man.. Well mad woman. "Hey to you too. But no she hasn't, not yet." She stopped and turned around to me. "Not yet? Don't have no random ass bitches around my daughter Whit. I'll break yo jaw and theirs son." My panties got wet hearing her New York accent come out. "So she's just your daughter now? She came out of you? You went through 12 hours of labor by yourself? Your girlfriend showed up 2 hours after she was born? She's not YOUR daughter. She's mine, but mainly she's ours. Get it right or take yo jealous, mad ass out my fuckin house." She got in my face and I could tell it was taking everything for her not to hit me. "You know you still want me son. I know it too. Go dry ya fuckin panties cause it's not happening." She know that whispering in my ear does something to me. "Ursa baby, let's go. Get yaself together Whit." She grabbed Ursa and her bag. "Mommy loves you okay baby. Be good for Ma and Jas okay? Listen to uncle Jo. I love you." My daughter wrapped her arms around me tight and long. "I love you too. See you later mommy." Zoe grabbed her hand and looked at me as they walked out the door. "I fuckin hate you." She blew me a kiss and winked her eye before slowly closing the door.

Ugh, that girl still does something to me and she knows it. It's like she uses it to keep me under her wing, to continue to control me. I love her so much but hate her so bad. It's a feeling I can't control. I know its some ladies out there that understand.

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