Once in a Blue Moon

|Dix-Neuf|

A/N: BEFORE Y'ALL EVEN READ THIS. READ THE PREVIEW OF THE NEW BOOK I'M PUTTING OUT SOON. IF YOU LIKE OIABM YOU'LL LOVE IT.

Ahem.

Funny story. When I was learning French in school and we were on the numbers, we had to count out loud and when we got to nineteen, this bald head bitch screamed "DIX-NUTZ!" 😂 Had me rolling. Do any of y'all watch Being Mary Jane? I've been binge watching it and CHIIIILEEEEE!!!!!!! Why nobody told me it was that good?!

Anyway.

Enjoy this chapter 💞

"Blue." Gunz had called her name at least five times, but she wasn't responding. They were still sitting in Outback, the very back booth. To all the other families and couples, they just looked like a cute couple on a dinner date with an older relative. No one could guess the bomb Tracy just dropped. Gunz himself could hardly get a grasp on it, and he'd seen some real soap opera shit growing up with his mother.

Delilah was still staring at Tracy, her mouth slightly open. She wasn't even crying anymore, just letting him rub the back of her hand. His mouth was in a tight line, as if all his words were used up. He looked as if he aged ten years with that one conversation.

Gunz was getting uncomfortable. Delilah wasn't even blinking. "Delilah!" He snapped, getting the attention of a few people close to their table. Her head turned towards him. "Why...the fuck...are you yelling at me?" She asked quietly, and then gave him a confused stare.

Gunz couldn't say shit. He didn't want to say anything. He felt like moments like these are the prime times for a nigga to get slapped for saying something insensitive. Let me not fuck up, he thought. If I just stay quiet as fuck maybe she'll let me give her some feel better dick later.

Delilah took her hand from Tracy, stood up, and walked out. She didn't even take her bag. Gunz sucked his teeth. "Look, I ain't bout to be caught carrying no fucking purse. You kicked this shit up, nigga." He threw it to Tracy and stood up.

He started to walk away, but didn't feel anyone following him. Gunz turned around and gave Tracy an annoyed expression. "Get your sad ass up, the fuck?" He turned back around and shook his head. "Niggas told me don't get no damn girlfriend. I could be somewhere getting my balls sucked right now."

This shit was stressing him out, and it didn't even have much to do with him. Life was a lot simpler before he got into a relationship with Delilah, he would've been stupid as hell not to realize that. But when he saw her leaning against his whip, staring at the moon, all the shit he was talking flew out the window. Delilah had his heart, period. There was no going back.

"You okay?" He asked her, grabbing her arm.

Delilah stared at him as if he had shit his pants. "My dad is alive, my mom is alive. My bad, my real mom. You know, as if it wasn't bad enough the woman who raised me can't stand me, apparently I'm not shit to the point where the woman that gave birth to me doesn't give a fuck either. She was just fine with me not knowing she existed. And my dad. What kind of fuck nigga lets his daughter mourn his death for years like that? Do you have any fuckin idea what I've been through because of the people that's supposed to love me?" Delilah was shouting, she had started crying again.

Gunz took a deep breath and pulled her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry.

"Deelie?" Tracy stepped forward, handing her the purse. "Anytime you wanna talk..."