My Baby Daddy

Ghetto Part 1

After breakfast, which was absolute family time, Cam had errands to run.

I wasn't too thrilled about that, neither was King. So Cam being Cameron, decides to pull us to the trap with him.
King's just loving this whole experience. I really don't want him to be exposed to this, if he even thinks about selling cookies in school for the wrong reasons, he is surely going to get these hands.

Him and his father are too alike. So I know King shares his fathers sneaky blood. That is more than likely going to be the death of me. Pulling up to the Trap brings back so many memories.

I used to be a little girl, running around with Cameron and Anthony. Anthony's sister was my best friend, but she soon exploited her true colors. We don't talk anymore... That's another story for a whole other time.

Stepping out of the car, there were gasps all around, no one has seen me on this side of town since I was 15. It's been a while. I walked to the backseat to grab King and people nearly faint. I was actually laughing about this until I seen that dirt back stabbing bitch.

Adrianna Yvette Jackson.

That vile snob is the reason for most of this bull right now. She was messy, and she probably still is. After she spread that rumor about Layla, my ex-best friend, and told everyone I started the hoax. I always felt like that was the reason she fucked Trey. Maybe it back fired when she got pregnant, because I remember her having an amazing boyfriend. He was so sweet. I wonder what happened to him.

Almost jumping out of my skin, Someone snatches me into a hug. I was too dazed to even realize people waltzing up to me. I know this bear hug from anywhere.

"CHAMP!! Man I missed you! How have you been?", I scramble with questions.

Champion Johnson, is probably everyone in the hoods' big brother figure. If not that, a perfect son/grandson. He's always been respectful, trill, honest, and stayed in school. I've known him since I was in the 1st grade. We were actually really close. I told him everything, and he told me the same. When things got crazy with my step dad at home, I'd jet to his house in a heartbeat. He understood when I needed a hug, or when I needed someone to just help with something. He knows me better than I know myself. Literally, he has me figured out, mapped across the boarders. When something happened you'd find me with him. Always use to be like that... Until I vanished from Earth.

"I should beat your little ass! Where have you been? I almost died when I didn't get a good morning text. I nearly fainted when I ain't see you in 2 days!", he rambles on as people shyly wave at me. Remembering where I am, I being King over to Ms. Shirley house.

Ms. Shirley is another big portion of my life. Everyone knows Ms. Shirley. She is the Grandmother of the Ghetto. Being around Ms. Shirley makes you think. She'll throw some wise words at you, then give you a cookie to help you think on the phrase. She was always religious, and never afraid to act a fool, quickly apologize to The Lord and be on with her day.

As I open the screen door, I sniff the air. Homemade peanut butter cookies, and brownies. Did she know I was gonna come through?

I took off my shoes and laid a sleeping King on the couch. I walked right into the kitchen, and smiled at the scene.

There stood Ms. Shirley, Ms. Rosey, Mrs. Denise, and MaMa Cleo. All eating and talking. It brought tears to my eyes, when they did this. Bringing back many memories. I nearly jumped into Ms. Shirley's lap!

"Child! What's wrong with y-", Ms. Shirley stopped mid sentence when she realized who I was.

As a lone tear slipped from her eye, she kissed my cheek, my forehead then all over my face. And I let her. This is like my momma! Mine never really loved me, and so I was usually with Ms. Shirley or MaMa Cleo.

"Get your grown ass over here and give me a kiss, sugar baby!", Mrs. Denise' southern voice filled my ears, along with a quiet whine.

Kings up...

I smile and hug and kiss everyone making my way to the living room.

"I have a surprise.", I stated before I walked into the living room.

Grabbing King, I kiss his cheek, and held his hand into the kitchen.

"AHHHHHH", everyone but MaMa Cleo screamed.

"Looks like your baby Cleo!", and "hey little man!", was all you heard around the aroma filled room. I can tell King was enjoying the attention.

Just like his daddy.

I say to myself.

I then hear damn near half the hood, enter the house.

"Here we go.", I say as I see old enemy's and friends in one area.

This is about to be hella drama.