My Son Now Has My Heart

One "Date" Wouldn't Hurt

Odell POV

The changing table dropped on my foot. "Oh my gosh. That hurt." I said moving it.

"You act like you broke it." she said moving the table away. "It wouldn't have fell if ya dumbass would've put it together correctly." she said. I looked at her.

"One, it feels close to being broken. Two, bitch, you didn't help."
"Hey, don't call me that. Anyhow, if you wanted help you should've asked."

"I did. Several times." she laughed. "Can you hand me that screwdriver?" I asked her. I pointed to the one in the corner. She went over there and picked it up.

"You know that we wouldn't be in this predicament if you didn't tell me to keep this baby." she mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

It's been 4 months since we found out she was pregnant again. Chris and I convinced her to keep the baby. She wasn't talking to me at first but she got over it. Somewhat.

"You know, that it's a good decision in the end."

"Yeeaah, I don't think it was."

"Says?"

"I said. Are we gonna paint the room today?" she asked. I looked over at her. She had the paint chilling by the closet door. I looked at the wall. We were going to paint it the room a light blue and she was going to have Andrew paint his hand and place hand prints along the wall. This room was going to be the playroom for Andrew and the new baby.

"I don't think so." I said. It was starting to get dark and my mother had both my son and Andrew. Andrew is a hand full sometimes. What am I talking about? Not sometimes. All the time.

"Alright." she pushed the paint into the closet to hide it from Andrew. Andrew stay coming into the room and playing with the things we have out. We walked out and I locked the door and handed Zendaya the key. She mumbled something and took the key and walked away.

I sighed and followed behind her. "What you bout to do?" I asked. She turned around and looked at me.

"About to go to the bathroom. Why you worried about it?"

"I want to make you happy." I said smiling.

"I would be happy if I never met you. This wouldn't have happened." she mumbled. I think that she thought I didn't hear her. But I did. I shook my head and stood there.

"I know that I changed a couple of things in your life but, I want to make sure everything is right with you."

She stared at me for a second. At first I saw the anger in her eyes. Then it flickered over to something less mean.

"You don't have to take me out. I'm Gucci."

"No you're not. I know you know that I know that you are upset. I can see it."

"I'm not."

"Get dressed. We going out."

"Odell."

"Don't Odell me. Go get dressed."

"Ode-"

"'Don't." I sang. She looked at me for a second and then walked away. "I'll be back in 30 minutes. Be ready, Zendaya. I'm not playing with you."

"Yeah, whatever man." she muttered. I smiled then went home and took a shower and got dressed. Then threw a bottle in the trash. When I did, I saw a piece of paper balled up on the floor. I picked it up. Then uncrumpled it.

Dear Odell,

I don't really know what to say to you right now. But, I just want you to know that I have feelings for you. (That was scratched out. But I could still read it) Odell, I want you to know that I thank you for everything you do for me. It's lovely.

Thank you,

I squinted and and crumpled it back up and threw it away. I sighed and turned back around.I rubbed my temples and thought about the letter.

Who wrote that?

I looked at the clock and then grabbed my keys and went over to Zendaya's house.

I opened the door. "Baby, I'm back."

"Oh my gosh. Stop calling me that!" she said. I know she was rolling her eyes. I smirked and went into the kitchen and took it upon myself and got something to drink. I heard Zendaya come down the steps. I turned around and dropped some juice down my shirt. She stared at me. 

She was looking mighty fine. For someone who is pregnant. Like, bitch, you ain't only slay pregnant bitches, but you slayed everyone else. 

 Her dress was tight fitting. It was black so you know black make the do wonders. Then, she had on red bottoms. Her hair was up in a bun but she was still beautiful. I couldn't help but stare..

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

I looked down and sighed. Took a napkin and wiped my shirt. "Nothing." I muttered.

She walked up to me and grabbed the napkin. "Don't do that." she said. She wet the napkin and starting wiping my shirt. I looked down at her. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked.

"No reason." I looked away and I saw my mother pull into the driveway. "My mother is here." I said. She looked out the window.

"That'll give you enough time to change your shirt and get OD3 dressed." she said. SHe bent down. A little bit of her boob came out of her dress. I bit my lip as my mother knocked on the door. I sighed and opened it,

"Oh my gosh. This little boy is a lot." my mother said handing me OB3 and Andrew slid past her. "He so cute though." she said smiling at Andrew. 

"Thanks." Zendaya said.   

"Alright, I'mma let y'all get ready for whatever yall had planned. Although niggas could've invited me." 

"Sorry mama." I said kissing her cheek and shooing her out the door to hurry up and go out with this beauty. I mean one "date" wouldn't hurt.