David
"David, baby, wake up."
I felt the vibration of a cold hand cup my face as I tried my best to doze off back into my slumber. I grunted and slowly tilted my head back further into my pillow.
"David come on, wake up." the voice was met with a feminine yet gentle tone. I replayed the voice back again and hints of recognition allowed me to slowly flutter my eyes open.
"Good morning big head."
My eyes widened at the sight of Deja sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were vibrant, hair flowing down to her shoulders, and she was smiling a toothy grin.
"Deja?"
She smiled and nodded, "I made you breakfast. Grits and bacon...your favorite."
I smiled shyly and sat up, starring into her cold dark brown eyes. Afraid that if I looked away, the moment would be shattered.
"Where's Angel?" I questioned, still looking into her eyes.
Deja knotted her brows together and looked at me oddly.
"Who's Angel?" Deja asked and raised an eyebrow and placed her cold hand again my forehead.
"David, are you feeling ok? You looking yellow and not yo normal yellow."
I gulped and grabbed her hand from my face. Running my coarse fingertip against her skin. I glanced at each finger as her muscles tensed. I narrowed her hand to my nose and sniffed at it. I needed to feel her again. I just needed to.
"Quit it with yo weird ass. Always doing some weird shit." Deja chuckled and broke her hand free from my grasp.
"Come on, before your breakfast gets cold." she grabbed my hand and guided me off of the bed. She led me down to the down the hallway.
I looked around. We were in our old home. The two bedroom apartment we were living in right before I was drafted for the Atlanta Hawks. I stole glances from around the dining room area.
"Sit down David, why are you acting so weird?"
"I am not...I am just tired." I said defensively.
"Well sorry that I was tryna cook a meal for my man." Deja stated with heavy sarcasm. A smile escaped from the corner of my mouth. She still had that lingering effect on me.
Deja nodded and grabbed a plate from the cabinet as I took a seat at our small wooden table.
"Thanks for making breakfast, you didn't have to do that." I told her.
She placed the plate in front of me. I looked down to see a bowl of steaming grits and three strips of bacon.
"No problem." she responded.
Deja fixed herself a plate and sat it on the table.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Deja asked as she began shoveling into her grits into her mouth.
"Yea" I then grabbed my fork and started digging in.
"I love you Big Head." Deja smiled, sipping at the last of her orange juice. Before I could respond I felt a tugging at my arm.
"Daddy wake up!"
My eyes willingly flinched open and I was met with two tiny ass feet in my face.
"Do you like my nails Daddy? I did them all by myself."
I looked up to see Angel smiling a big toothy grin as she shinned both of her feet in my face. I acknowledged her feet, which were drenched in pink, wet nail polish.
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Single Father
Fanfiction"I failed time and time again. But I couldn't live with myself knowing I've failed to protect you." David Williams has vowed to never let anything happen to his five year old daughter, who he has raised by himself since birth. But when his life coll...
