Nyla (Urban)

Amara Solana Spears

Omniscient

"Aight ready? One...two...three."

Malakai hoisted Sol up in the air by her arm and set her down again, grinning as she giggled up at him, her two front teeth missing.

"Daddy, again!"

"I'm tired, why don't you just get on my back till we get to the store?" Her five year old brain processed it for a moment before she nodded quickly in agreement. He bent down so she could climb on and they proceeded to the corner store.

It had just stopped snowing and the streets of New York city now looked like a winter wonder land. In Malakai's mind, it wasn't nearly as gorgeous compared to the way Sol looked today. She preferred to go by her middle name, pronounced "Soul", not even bothering to answer to the name "Amara." At just five years old, she already had such a strong stubborn personality and it was all too familiar.

Today she was wearing her pink fur coat, silver sequin pants, and tan timberlands. It was obvious she had dressed herself, which Malakai didn't mind at all. His assistant had placed her curly hair up in to two ponytails, and left it at that. Around her neck was the necklace he had gifted Nyla all those years ago on their graduation night.

Malakai had been hesitant to give it to her so young, but Sol made sure to guard it with her life. He told her about her mother any time she asked, making sure she understood how amazing Nyla had been, and why the necklace meant so much.

Malaki wasn't sure what to do after her death. It was only weeks later that they discovered the body of King. He had supposedly been killed in a drug deal gone wrong.

Locking himself away with a new born baby around was out of the question. So instead he threw himself into the only thing he knew.

Writing.

He would write about anything that was on his mind, carrying a little note pad around with him in case he got any ideas. At first it was just a bunch of mixed, angry thoughts. Anger at himself for not being able to protect Nyla, anger at Nyla for leaving him, and more anger at himself for ever believing he wouldn't love Sol. She was his world. From her curly hair all the way down to the smattering of freckles across her cheeks.

Eventually Malakai found himself writing about Nyla, and what happened the two long years they were on the run, starting from the moment they met at Marlowe's.

It had taken almost two and a half years, but by then he had a whole novel. Jaylon was the first to read it, and then more friends and families followed suit. Before he could could object, Khadi sent out copies of his books to tons of publishing companies.

He didn't think about it too much, after all, he'd only written as means of therapy. He didn't think anyone else would be interested in hearing about two black kids on the run in some sort of Romeo and Juliet situation.

But there was one company interested. Thomas Publishing Co. had immediately called back, wanting to follow up. Malakai looked into getting an agent, and soon millions of his books were being sold in the U.S., Canada, and South America.

It made his living situation comfortable, and he purchased place for him and his baby girl on the upper east side, making sure Sol went to one of the best private schools there was to offer.

He was currently on track to help direct a few screenplays , and appear as a guest on the Good Morning America show to speak about Nyla, the book everyone was raving about. At just 26 years old, Malakai was sure he could provide Sol with more than he had at her age.

Malakai stopped in front of the corner store that wasn't too far from where he grew up. Sol tried to run inside, but he quickly snatched her up, "Aye, only get one snack aight? I know how you are."

She just smiled and kissed him on the tip of his nose. He shook his head, and set her down, letting her run in front of him. She had him wrapped around her spoiled little finger, and she knew it. Sol would walk out of there with five snacks minimum.

She scanned the candy aisle for her favorite, Gummy Bears, hearing her father call out to her.

"Hurry up baby, we gotta go to grandpa's."

""Okay!"

Sol made sure to grab a few extra things before rounding the corner to find her daddy. When she did find him, she was surprised to discover that he was talking to another female. She couldn't remember the last time she saw him talking to another girl that wasn't auntie Khadi, Lucy, or his assistant Ms. Jameson. But she never minded because she liked being the only princess in his life. That's what he called her. His princess.

Malakai gazed down at the dark skin woman, standing at just 5"5 with long braids hanging down to her waist. When she smiled it was like the most beautiful contrast. Seeing her perfectly white teeth paired with her smooth rich deep skin tone. There was something so soothing about her voice, which held a heavy British accent. He'd heard it before, a long time ago. Sydney tilted her head to the side, lightly playing with her nose ring as she surveyed the man in front of her.

He was tall, couldn't be shorter than 6"4, with a long but neatly trimmed beard. His skin tone was just a few shades lighter than hers, and his full lips curved upwards into a smile as they made small talk. He was dressed expensively, with a gold Rollex on his right arm and a Burberry trench coat draped over his body. It made Syd wonder what he was doing all the way in the Bronx.

"Daddy?"

They both turned their heads to the curious five year old with her arms full of sweets. She didn't look too happy. In fact, she was down right scowling.

"Hey baby girl." Malakai said in his deep voice. He turned back to Sydney, knowing he was making the right decision when he introduced the two.

"This is my daughter, Amara. But please, call her Solana."

Sooooo this is the end of the book, which I really enjoyed writing for two long years. I just really wanted to thank everyone who sent me words of encouragement and took the time to read my story, y'all are appreciated. Also, yes Malakai has met Sydney before, many many chapters before. If you know what im talking about, you a real one! Love y'all so much, thanks again for reading...

P.S.-Go check out my other book "Chocolate City"