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Inhale (14)

Inhale (14)

"I'll be ya bad girl, I'll prove it to ya. Can't promise that I'll be good to ya. Cause I have some issues, I won't commit, No. Not having it." Andrea sang to Rihanna's voice as her thick hips swayed. Her hair in a messy bun, still wet from hers shower, making her shirt wet. Sticking to her skin,"Bad girls ain't no good and the good girls ain't no fun. And bad girls just want a real nigga and real niggas just want ha."

Her voice was angelic, I sounded soft as hell but damn it truly was. I sat Wayne on the island and played with his fingers while Andrea made dinner.

Wayne started giggling causing Andrea to jump as she turned around and put her hand to her chest. I laughed with Wayne as she glared and kept dancing to the music.

My mind went back to the phone conversation with Kiesha, she ain't wanna see her son. She just wanted someone to fuck.

Wayne didn't deserve her bullshit. Even if I did let her see him, he wouldn't even recognize her. During the time when Wayne was first born, she cared for him. Always played with him before she started messing around. Always calling me to pick him up, making the excuse that he was crying for me.

I never denied picking him up. If I was dealing, I would call it off and go pick up my son. The day Kiesha told me she was pregnant, Wayne became my main priority. I always spent time with him, but Kiesha never had time for him.

The few times when he was with her he would be locked in her room with a few toys till he fell asleep or started crying for food while she invited man after man in the house and just smoke. I smoked, but I never did it in front or near Wayne.

He was such a good baby, he deserved more then what his mom gave him. I couldn't believe in two more days, Saturday, he would be one. I've been blessed with him for a full year.

"Jaylen!" Andrea said, I turned my head to her.

"Huh?" I said.

"You ready to eat?" She asked.

"Yeah, ma." I said before picking Wayne up and pecking Andrea's lips before siting Wayne in his high chair.

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"What were you thinking so hard about?" Andrea asked as she picked up a messy Wayne.

"Kiesha." I said as I followed her to the bathroom.

"What about her?" She said as she started a small bubble bath a she removed Wayne's clothes.

"You think I should let her see him?" I asked as she held Wayne while the warm water filled the tub.

"Honestly, no. She doesn't want him." She said protectively as she stopped the water and put him in the tub, "She'll claim she does, but she doesn't. A women carrying a baby for nine months, that doesn't even give a shit about him." She chuckled as Wayne put a finger to her lips for saying a bad word, "Moms should have a special connection with their child."

"You play that role so perfect." I said as I got on my knees and moved beside her. She took a small rag and put baby shampoo on it and started washing Wayne's hair. My baby boy was growing up so fast.

"I want him as my own." She said,"He's so I don't know. It's the way he looks at me, like I'm his mother. Like he wants me to kiss his cheek to make it all feel better when he's hurt." She said as she washed his back as he giggled. She washed his face softly, as he scrunched up his nose.

"He looks up to you as a mom, he never knew what it meant to have a mom. " I said as he wrapped his arms around her into the towel she had on her chest.

"I know." She whispered as she stroked his hair softly. When we got to the room, he was knocked.

"Mommy," He cried when she layed him down. She kissed his cheek before getting his night clothes.

"I'm coming, baby."

I helped him into his onesie before I climbed into the bed with her and Wayne.

I kissed her lips before I layed Wayne down on my chest with her in my arms before falling asleep, peacefully.



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"So you gone tell me what's up or you gone keep taking a ass beating till you bleed to death." I said as Len's workers sat chained with blood falling from their nose, lips and scars.

"I'm not telling, shit." This one had a smart ass mouth. He had bruises all over his body, his note was most likely broken from the punches Damon was delivering. His face was covered in pain, know matter how much he didn't wanna show it. It talked for itself.

"Look, you just wanna die don't you. I ask one simple ass question and you rather get your ass beat then answering."

"Seven, Call Q." Damon said.