"Hi, daddy" Ella's son shuffled around in a pull-up holding Ella's phone.
He then dropped it in the trash can and walked away.
"I know you lying" I glared at him.
He went and got it out the trash and I took him to go wash his hands.
Ella was doing schoolwork on the couch.
"Mommy!" He shouted. "Mommy now!"
"Pooh, come sit with me" She said and moved a pillow off of the couch.
"No, up" He rejected her request.
"I'm not trying to put you sleep, Pooh" She responded.
He shook his head no anyways, whining and rubbing his eye.
He walked up to me, and climbed up onto my lap. "Bye bye, Daddy"
"You want me to make you go bye bye?"
Well he couldn't just go back into my balls. He had already experienced placenta.
He nodded his head, and got down before coming back with a juice.
He stood up on me and kissed my face, then dropped down into my arms.
I guess this was that unconditional love.
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Miles pulled my headphone out. "You been distant lately, nigga. Wassup?"
I pulled my other headphone out slowly. "I've been busy lately. Nothing crazy going on, is it?"
"You had your phone on do not disturb the past week, and you ain't been checking messages. Who can reach you if it was?" Miles asked.
"You sound like a female" I laughed.
"-and you high"
Dianna sat down at the table and I pushed my headphone back into my ear.
Miles pulled the headphone out once more. "Are you even going when Dianna gets jumped in?"
"I might have to do stuff that day. I have to see" I said.
"Rakim, are you good?" He asked me.
"Yes" I said.
"What you high for? You know you gotta get drug tested."
"My P.O. is practically my stepmother, she's going to look out because my daddy told her to. Quit bothering me." I stressed.
"You sitting at the fucking table with us telling niggas to stop bothering you. You could've just sat where you sat before" Miles said.
"You just hounding me with questions. I had my headphones in, I was just trying to chill because I'm not in the mood" I screwed off the top to my half and half tea from Wawa. My phone rang, and declined the call, but smirked. "My bad"
"Oh nah" Miles sighed.
I laughed. "What's up, Miles?"
"You trippin' off a shawty?"
"Nah, I'm trippin' off a money situation, but it's straight"
"I heard you was down a strip club" He told me.
"Which day?" I told on myself.
"Nigga, forreal?" He asked me.
"It's a money situation" I repeated. "I'ma start coming back out with y'all in a couple days"
"It's a stripper situation" He mumbled.
"It's a money situation with a stripper" I corrected.
"You be falling head over heels for an independent woman" He said. "I thought you swore them off after that doctor"
