Harry POV
Krissy has finally decided to give me a second chance. Well actually a third chance. I'm not messing up this time.
I rolled over to see her laying James down. He is such a mama's boy. I can't believe its been 2 and a half months. My babies are getting older. I know they still babies but still they mine.
"Morning sexy lady." I said as I climbed out the bed and walked over to her. I gave her a kiss and walked in the restroom. I did my morning routine and then went back to my family. I love saying that.
Krissy was feeding Jordan now. That was my man right there. He always wanted to be with me. Jasmine is more of a loner. She doesn't need one of us to be happy. My baby already independent.
After she finished feeding him I changed him. Right as I was about to lay him down he started to cry. People on TV and stuff be lying so hard. They always want to make it seem like babies are so good and quiet. Hell nawl. They cry at 2 in the morning and again at 5, 8, and 10. That's just to hold them. Then they cry to eat, to be changed, to be held, to be looked at, man they cry just so you know they there.
I went down stairs to see if my sister Lisa would hold him for me. I bet y'all forgot about her. She picked up some extra hours at work. I'm going in for an interview today at 1. I hope I get it because diapers and wipes are expensive. I'm glad Krissy saved up. She planned for one so that money didn't last a year like she thought.
"Morning Lisa. Wanna hold your nephew for me?" She looked at me and laughed. "I love him with all my heart. I really do but no." She walked out the kitchen into the living room. I followed. "Why not?" She dropped her head. "Because I dropped you when you were a baby. That might be why you so damn stupid." We laughed and the I had convinced her to take Jordan.
I ran upstairs and got ready for my interview. I was nervous. I need this job until I start college and play ball for them. I have to be able to take care of my family.
Krissy's POV
Harry has really stepped it up. He is always there for me and he has my back. Plus he is great at giving me back rubs. He has an interview today.
I am so happy I gave him another chance. He told me about the ShyLee encounter. I don't believe she is giving up on this so I'm ready for what ever she throws at me.
I have been cooped up in this house for 2 months. I want to get out some. I dressed the kids and got ready. Harry helped me put them in the car. We dropped him off at his interview and headed to my parents house. I know they disowned me and all but these are still their grandkids.
I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I honked a few times. I climbed out the car and waited. My dad came out and saw me. His face lit up. "My baby girl is home!" He gave me a big bear hug.
Next my mom came out. She looked me over and then ran to me. "Oh thank God you didn't have his baby. You look better than you did before. Your boobs are bigger and baby you have a shape." I was getting annoyed. How dare she continue on with being such a racist bitch.
"Mom your right I didn't have his baby. I had his babies." I opened the car door to show my parents my precious babies. My dad smiled. I knew he would soften up. My mom turned red as fire. "You had triples by a...by a...nigger!"
Fuck this. "Mama I respect and love you but you being a fucking bitch right now. These are your grandkids. You should be happy to have them. Not sit here and complain about who their dad is. He is taking care of is family. He is not that stereotypical black guy that white people made up. He is there for his family, he feeds and plays with his babies. I'm done with you. You won't have to see me or my kids ever again. Bye daddy"
She stood there shocked and surprised. I meant every word. I'm done with her and her shit. I drove the kids to the park and then home. I was tired.
