After leaving for college, Kameh struggles to let love in again due to her past with her ex, Kassius. When tragedy strikes his life one too many times, he realizes she is all he needs. Will he be able to win her heart over? Or will his past ruin eve...
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When Kennedi was born, all I could think about was keeping her safe. If anybody touched my baby girl, even thought about her wrong, they ass was dead. Looking in her eyes, all I could imagine was giving her the world. I'm not perfect. Never claimed to be by any means. I've been fucked up since puberty days, but what kind of person could kill a baby? Can't speak or walk but they put a bullet in her head.
After taking care of the niggas that killed my family, I told myself I would eliminate every trace of all they bloodlines. Majority of em had kids, wives, families; but I didnt give a fuck. No matter what though, I ain't never killed no kids. I could never.
Living with the reality of having a dead child doesn't get any easier. I'm different because of it. At first, no lie, suicide was a daily thought. I felt like I didn't fulfill my duties as a father, as a man and I didn't want to with live it. Over time, the thoughts stopped, but I know I haven't forgiven myself. Probably never will, but I'll never take the bitch way out.
Truthfully, I wasn't hurt by anything Kameh said because I understood how she could get that vibe. What bothered me was that I knew if I wanted her in my life, I'd have to tell her everything and I knew for sure she'd be out. I wanted a completely new slate between us because she was one of the few good things I had.
"Alright Camille, here's your sonogram, keep up with the vitamins like you've been doing and please try to get some rest. If your blood pressure continue to rise, it may bring complications for you and the baby," the doctor explained. "Any questions? Dad?"
"Oh no, he's just my friend," Camille corrected, referring to me. "But nothing comes to mind and I'll try."
"Please do. If there's any problems, don't hesitate to call me. Good luck, dear." She turned to me, "A pleasure meeting you, sir."
Smiling politely as she left, I helped Camille off the table. Today was her first appointment with the OB and things were already off to a rough start. She said she had been spotting, which the doctor later confirmed came from high blood pressure due to stress. I had been noticing her mood the few times I did see her but now I had to make sure she was taking it easy.
"You really didn't have to come today. Thank you, Kash," Camille spoke as we rode to her house.
"I said you family. You got it rough right now, so I'ma help. You don't have to thank me."
"But still. My own mama ain't even fucking with me right now, so I really appreciate you being here."
"You talked to ol' boy?" I asked changing the subject.
She smacked her lips, "He tried calling me a couple times, but I ignored it."
"Good. He try anything else let me know," I stated, remaining focused on the road.
"I don't pay his ass any mind. He only tries when he drunk or in some shit with his wife."
"Still. Let me know. If he got something to say to you, he can run it through me. He ain't tryna take care of that kid, I can make sure he stay gone."
