Can't Have It All

Sir Rap A Lot

Kenya POV-

"Little baby you dream. Daddy been waiting a long time to add you to the Beckham team. And I promise never to treat you mean. And best believe daddy gon have you dressed clean." Odell rapped into my belly holding me close, with his head on a pillow next to it.

He had been doing this shit ever since he came over to the house today. That was this morning. It's now afternoon and I hate to say it, but I was ready for
Weezy Can't Rap Baybeh, please say the Baybeh to go back to his apartment.

"And baby girl or baby boy, you gon be my heart. Imma treat it right from
The start. By never letting the dogs bark...at it."

"Odell." I rubbed my head like I
Had a headache. Cause child I did.

"At it. At it. Weka-weka-weka." He pretended like he was scratching turntables. "At it. At it. Weka-Weka-Weka--"

"Odell." I said louder.

He looked at me.

"Give it a break." I sighed hella annoyed at Sir Rap A Lot.

"Why you trying to ruin my relationship with my baby before it start?"

"Odell. I think the baby gets the picture. You suck." I laughed.

He looked at me with a mean mug.

"What you do?"

"First of all, my baby appreciates my craft."

"Your craft?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes my craft. And they told me, daddy I love how you choose to bond with me."

"And how did they tell you Odell?"

"We communicate with our minds. Like daddies and babies do. Ain't that right baby?" He looked around like
He was listening. See they answered back
Right now."

"Don't you have tape to watch?"

He looked at me. "You trying to kick me out, of my own house?"

"Technically you live in an apartment." I playfully threw shade.

"I'll call com-Ed right now and have your ass in the dark." He looked at me play serious.

"Do whatever you want. Just leave me be. Fake aka Drake wanna be."

He mugged me yet again.

I laughed and rubbed his head. He play bit me.

I laid my head on his.

"Nah get up."

"No." I kissed his cheek. "You played a great game baby after our talk. You making the game winning catch."

"Vic was mad too." He laughed.

"Proud of you." I laid my head on his chest.

"Why is it, we spend like two nights apart and we back good. But all this time together and we stay at it?"

"I don't know. Maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder."

He laughed. "You and them corny ass sayings."

"Better corny sayings than raps."

He stopped laughing. I cracked up.

He pushed me off of him. "I'm going to my house where I'm wanted."

"You mean your apartment."

He threw me the meanest look.

I cheesed. He threw a pillow at my head, then stretched and put on his shoes.