[De] Attachment (A PartyNextDoor Story)

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~~ Nakita T. Ncube ~~
Thursday January 28th 2016
Toronto, Canada.

"Happy birthday Jay" I say as I speak to Cole.

"Thanks Kita. What you get me?"

"You play too damn much."

"Forreal Kita"

"You know I gotchu. You wanna do up OVO fest this year?"

"You know I'm on it."

"And Imma get you wireless too"

"Much love Kita"

"Have a good one" I say before hanging up.

So 'work' came out yesterday and it's in the top 10 already. At the moment Jahron is still a ghost writer but he is still listed on the song. You won't ever catch me saying ghost writer to his face; he's a writer - that's what he says.

I hear the front door open and I know it's Jahron. His light foot steps are heard coming up the stairs and soon his head appears round the door. Neely barks at the sight of his daddy.

"How you feeling?" He asks.

"Have you got the Naproxen?" I ask.

"I got the Naproxen and tampons and a book." He says as he walks over to the side of my bed. He hands me a glass of water and my tablets. I take them as fast as I can. He strokes Neely who shows his appreciation by panting the best that he can.

"Thank you Nino" I say.

"Ain't a ting. Lemme get in"

"I'm all gross right now Nino" I say because I honestly do feel like shit.

"But you're not" he says as he kicks off his slides.

"I am gross"

"You're my grossness." Since I've refused to move up, he walks round and climbs in the other side of the bed. I don't know why I'm being stingy because we all know I wanna cuddle with him. I sit up and crawl between his legs so I'm sat comfortably. Of course Neely doesn't want to be left out and jumps onto my lap. I grab the book.

"You remember this book?" He asks.

"No why?"

"It's the book you tried to read when you got high" he says and I laugh a little remembering that day. That was a good day. I look up at him and he pecks my lips. I open the book, ready to read it. I skip past the first few pages with useless text.

"Mae Mobley was born on early Sunday morning in August, 1960. A church baby we like to call it. Taking care a white babies, that's what I do, along with all the cooking and the cleaning - did you bring food?" I ask.

"I ordered pizza for 4pm. I gotchu" he says and I can just feel the smile on his face.

"I done raised 17 kids in my lifetime-" I continue to read before being cut off.

"We gon raise 3" he says.

"We will but shush. I know how to get them babies to sleep, stop crying and go to the toilet bowl before they mama even get out of bed in the morning..."