Smoke [Sequel to Me, You, & Henny]

Smøke Twenty- Eight

Smøke | Twenty Eight

Levianna Stevenson.

"Wesley, long time no see." His arms wrap along my waist as we give each other a warm hug. I hadn't seen Wesley in months, he kind of distanced himself and I can't lie and say I hadn't done the same.

"Yeah look at you with ya haircut. You know you can hit me up when you need a trim." He says, I smile and let him inside. I felt a little awkward, Wes says he isn't gay then is gay. He's honestly confused but won't admit it.

"I'd never have you trim my hair..." I say and he gives me a skeptical look as I lock the door.

"I mean your vagina, you know if you can't trust-"

"Hey! I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself." I defend, "freak."

He laughs but I was pretty serious. " So, where the kids? I had a gift for them in the car." He claims sitting onto the recliner as I get cozy on the couch. Just looking around, I think I needed to up my game in decor. I spent so much time redesigning Chris' place, I don't know what level to go to for decor without repeating myself.

"With their daddy. Kind of glad I have them out of hair for awhile. Besides we alternate days."

"What y'all call legal custody." He chuckles.

"Well yeah to us, I mean I'm not taking him to court unless he tries underseeeing them or overseeing them, or to cases where it gets unfair." I shrug. I didn't have a problem with it and we came to an agreement. Wes should mind his own business sometimes.

"What about Noeomi's birthday? Girl bouta turn 13. Can you believe its been 13 years?"

"I know, it's really crazy. She said she wanted to go see Bryson Tiller in concert with some friends. I'd obviously come along, but Chris hadn't offered over one suggestion yet." I say.

"Why don't yall throw her a party. Right here, I'll help set up, buy the cake, whatever you need."

"Lifesaver! But yes! I like that idea, we spoil her too much." I chuckle.

"Her daddy buys her Chanel bags, she's only 13. More Chanel that you and I have combined. What the nigga do again? Change oil in cars?"

"You fool, he's a mechanic. And something else to do with sport cars. I don't know, but I caught him sleeping with some heffa that walked out his house last weekend. Told that nigga I didn't want any random hoes around my babies."

"Straight up, but that goes for you too, its only fair." He adds.

"Excuse me? I haven't been seeing men, unlike you may have."

"I guess I gotta give you the tea..." He decides almost unwillingly.

"You getting D?" I say raising an eyebrow.

"Are you?"

Christopher Brown.

"Michael you know I can't be smoking." I say dapping him up as he invites in a few girls also. I wasn't complaining shit.

"Nigga we got loud, I know you can't smoke but we just tryna turn up." He says, then greets his nieces and nephews. I watch Brayden eye a couple of the women and talks to Carter about it.

"Aye, go upstairs." I snap and they take themselves upstairs, with the others following.

"Daddy, when can I go see mommy?" Mariah asks. I rubbed the back of my neck and thought for a moment.

"Mommy is on a gig, she'll be back soon. You know daddy loves you though right?"

"I guess, you tell me you do. But don't show it. I mean Nomi gets whatever she wants and I don't get a lot." She frowns.

"Aye no tears baby girl. I love my kids equally. Now go upstairs and we can talk about this later." I decide, she climbs the stairs and noticing Noemi was the only one not moving upstairs irritated me.

Michael took himself and the two girls downstairs into the basement, sure to close the door.

"What brat?" I say tickling her sides.

"My birthday is coming, can I go see Bryson Tiller?"

"Didn't mommy already promise you that though? Now go upstairs."

"I'm telling mommy you have other girls around." She smiles, so innocently. Fuck, I didn't like when she looked at me like that, it killed me inside.

"You ain't gone say nothing." I say picking her up over my shoulders as she wailed for me to let her go.

"Yes I will!" She yells.

"I promise you you won't." I finally make my way up the stairs and kick open her bedroom door, letting her go she gasps dramatically for air and flops onto her bed.

"I'm gonna text her right now." She says reaching for her iPhone on the dresser, she beats me to it and is already in the thread with Levi.

"Don't play girl." I laugh tickling her again, I reach for the phone again and accidentally press the camera on the bottom of the messages. The most recent pictures show up, and to be honest, I didn't like what I saw.

"Daddy wait!" She says biting my ear as I scream out in pain.

"Fuck wrong with you, I ain't ya siblings, don't bite me like some dog! Give me the phone Noemi. Forreal." I say using the most authoritative voice I could. Which was a natural fail, I'm too much of a goof to be a responsible dad, well most of the time.

"You can't see that." She says hiding the phone behind her back.

"Oh yes I can. Give me the phone before I break it." I warn.

"You can't break an iPhone, so no." She says flipping her curls behind her shoulders, the sun was just setting and I suddenly realized I hadn't hit up Amanda to cook dinner.

"I can break a lot of things. Now give me that phone, I'm not playing no more." I say snatching it from behind her back. "What's the password?"

"Why do you need it?" She sasses. "You don't own me."

"The hell I do. Just for being smart about it, I'm taking the lock off your phone. You twelve, you don't need no lock. Give me the code."

"Sprinkles."

Kids are weird. I typed in the letters and it opened. I hesitantly looked at her for a moment then at the rainbow flower to tap on the photos.

"Wait, daddy I can explain." She whispers.

But opening up to the first picture, it was me. Naked. And I was definitely surprised.