*Keith's POV*
"Weeeeee Weeeeee Weeeee!" I said while throwing Naila lightly in the air and stopping so she don't throw up on me "Hey pretty mama"
She smiled and squealed while trying to put her fists in her mouth. I took 'em away before putting her little mittens on so she don't try scratching herself.
"Look fat mama, you can't keep trying to put them hands in yo mouth. You gon' choke" I said while giving her a serious look
She stared at me and blinked causing me to chuckle.
"You lucky you a baby cause if you didn't say nothing and you was older, we would've been giving you a whooping" I said
She made a little noise and I snapped my neck back.
"Who you talking back to? Huh? It bet not be me. A ghost better be behind me or something" I said giving her a look that meant she was in trouble
She didn't make a sound and I nodded my head.
"Bet not be talking to me" I muttered
See I'm gon' be one of them fathers that's gon' be fun and laid back but still gon' whoop yo ass when you acting like kids these days. To be honest, ion know what the fuck going on with these kids in this generation.
The world in general.
I mean hell yeah I received blessings, playing in movies and shit but still, the world is changing. Not for the better either. Shit been going downhill since 2015 ended (to me).
But anyway, me and Naila just came in the house from me going to work and shit. A nigga fatigue but I'm on daddy duty. And I'm cool with that.
I gotta get some stuff off my chest though...
A nigga been real guilty these past few weeks. And that's cause I told Chris about the situation with Rihanna's ex manager, Robert. And I feel like it's only right if I tell her soon.
But I don't think I should tell her today or tomorrow cause she spending time with her sister and that's gon' kill the vibe.
Yet, it's been 2 months since I told Chris and I keep feeling more guilty each day.
See with me and Jasmin's relationship, we tell everything. We know everything about each other, we tell everything that be happening, all that. I love and trust my woman, my wife, with all my heart, soul, toes, feet, and fingers. I don't ever doubt her decisions. I mean sometimes I do but we ain't talking about that right now.
But basically what I'm trying to say is, a nigga feeling guilty as fuck! Not telling her this shit is really eating a nigga insides out.
My phone started ringing and I picked it up before answering.
"Hello" I said
"Yo Keith" I heard and recognized it as Jasmir
"Wassup Jas?" I asked
"Jasmin and Royalty still gone?" He asked
"Yeah for another hour or two, why?" I asked back
"Say what's y'all password to the gate?"
"What nigga? You at the gate?" I asked raising my eyebrows and looking at the cameras to see his car "Bruh what the hell.."
"What's the password nigga!?" He asked
"I ain't telling you that shit so you can be popping up in our house whenever you want. I know yo pops bruh and you just like him. Hold on" I said before putting Naila in her swag swing and getting up off the couch
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Jas(Sequel to Adopted By Rihanna)
Fanfic13 years ago, Jasmin was taken from her family back to Amber's adoption center. People all around the world were left confused as to why she left and where she was but the Brown, Guzman, Fenty, Maraj, Carter, and Cairo Family weren't prying when th...
