*Atlanta*
August POV:
Travis: "So! When can I meet my niece?"
Me: "Ummm. Wheneva you decide ta go back ta Houston"
Travis: "Why?"
Me: "Cuz she's with Miracle. She's gonna stay in Houston wit ha..."
Jamal: "You out yo bat ass mind. You left my niece wit dat ding bat ass braud?! Tha fuck wrong wit chu?!"
Me: "Nun is wrong wit me. It'll give ha responsibilty. Make ha mature a lil. Yea I know I gotta do my part. So. Imma get a house in Houston. I'll be out there time ta time..."
Travis: "Why not juss move there?"
Me: "Hell no. Dats not even an option. It's juss betta off dis way. I hate it, but Ava's is tha kid dat has ta go back and forth til she grown. Well...technically. When she fourteen...she'll be able ta choose who she wants ta live wit. But til then. She'll be wit Miracle"
Chandra: "Why don't chu juss get full custody?"
Me: "And have Miracle pissed off at me bout dat shit?! Oh fuck no"
Jamal: "Maaan. Don't do it. Don't leave Ava there wit ha. You gon' regret dat shit. Poor beybe..."
Then I slowly look at him. Chandra's phone rung so she answered it
Travis: "Don't chu want yo beybe hea' wit chu? I couldn't be away from Cal. If Tima still lived in Houston and if I was hea' dat would be a problem fa me"
Me: "Of course I want ha hea'. Its only been a day and I miss ha. But she good where she at"
Jamal: "'Iight. Don't say nun when she callin' you down ta Houston every weekend. You know she be clubbin'..."
Then I got ta thinkin'...
Chandra: "Gotta go"
Travis: "Where?"
Chandra: "Miami"
Jamal: "Fa what?"
Chandra: "Nosy much?"
Jamal: "Yup"
Chandra: "If you must know. MeMe hit me up. She needed a hairstylist cuz tha one she has was ova booked fa ta'day. So! I'm doin' ha and Bresha's hair fa ta'night..."
Me: "Oh really?"
She nods
Me: "I need a small favor..."
Chandra: "Wassup?"
Me: "Well...."
*Los Angeles*
Michael POV:
I'm still pissed off about tha fact that Angela wants to take my ass to court so she can have full custody of our son. She out her rabbit ass mind if she think that shit gon' happen. And I would be a dumbass to even let tha shit happen. So...I'm talkin to my lawyer, Luke, about tha bullshit. Plus, I have Kirk here so I can have somebody here to steer my ass in tha right direction just in case. Cuz Ion think before I do shit. Ever...
Luke: "So what's the problem?"
Me: "My sensitive, over dramatic ass baby mama. That's tha damn problem"
Kirko: "Calm down"
I take a breather. I hand Luke tha paper and look at him
Me: "She wants full custody of our son, King. I can't let that happen. At all"
