"Hey mama...." I smiled at my three month old daughter, whom just woken up. She smiled at me.
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"You're so beautiful. You know that?" I asked her.
"I mean I tried.." I looked over at Y/n, my girl, flipping her hair. "I make cute babies, don't I?"
"Nigga you only got one." I shook my head. "And last time I checked, my damn sperm created this beautiful masterpiece." She rolled her eyes.
"Who carried 'that beautiful masterpiece' for ten months?" She questioned. "Not nine months, TEN months...."
"Who was beatin your shit to make you carry her for 'TEN' months?" I asked back.
"You didn't even want her!" She spat, stabbing me in the chest.
"Aye!" I gently covered Christinia's ears. Y/n rolled her eyes. "You know that a sensitive subject for me."
When we found out that Y/n was pregnant, the first thing that came out my mouth was "You gettin it aborted right?"....and that was a mistake on my end. I never knew or wanted to know what life would be like with a kid. My dad left my mom when she got pregnant with me. She always said it was hard being a parent, but even harder being a single parent. I didn't wanna experience that. I'm only 20, I'm not even out of college yet.
"Whatever Trevor." She walked over, taking Christinia from me. "Come on Nia Nia. Let's leave daddy in his petty feelings and that bitter attitude...." She stuck her tongue out at me & walked in the house. I shook my head & smiled.
