The Question of Him

almost

Prince POV

"Dad, can I ask you a question?" Khaled asks, looking up from his dinner. "Of course son. Speak your mind."

"Weeell...I know you like Ms. Nona, but do you like Ms. Camille too? I think she likes you...and Amiyah says you're a good dad."

I put my drink down, taking a few moments to gather my thoughts. Nothing gets past him. "Khaled..sometimes we can like two or three people at once, but being with them in a relationship all at once is wrong. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"But to answer your question, yes, I like Phara....I want to be with her like mommy is with Kevin..are you okay with that?"

He nods happily. "She's really nice and pretty." I chuckle, agreeing. "She is. That means Nona won't be around anymore too.."

"I like Ms. Nona, but she isn't as cool as Amiyah's mom. It's okay dad, I understand."

"Good...good. Now finish your food. We can finish the movie before bed."

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After getting him to bed at nine and washing the dishes, I went to my bedroom and laid down. Nona wasn't here when we got back, so I guess she had something to do. It's weird she didn't leave me a message though.

I've been thinking of the right way to break things off with her. However it's done, it just needs to be soon. I don't want to hurt Phara, so this has to be over by the end of the week.

Shit! Why did I sleep with her last night. It's going to come off even shittier of me.

I sit up, scooting over to the phone to call Phara until hearing the sensor for the front door opening. Okay, now or never. I wait for her to come up upstairs, but she doesn't.

I get up and make my way downstairs and look around. I find her in the kitchen, sitting at the counter with her head down. "Nona..are you okay?"

She looks up and her eyes are bloodshot. "Woah, where have you been? Have you been crying?"

Her voice is softer than usual as she answers, "I woke up around noon..and got dressed. I made you lunch.."

"Baby, it's past nine. What are you talking about?"

She pushes the hair from her forehead, and sighs in frustration. "I know what time it is. I brought you lunch, you just never got it. You weren't in your office.." The glint in her eyes gave me pause. Is she saying what I think she's saying?

"Nona.."

"Don't-just don't. It's not your fault, my counselor told me something like this could happen."

I walk closer to her cautiously. "That is not why. I still love you-I just..."

"You just what?..P, you can't settle down with an recovering addict like me. I'm still young and learning too. I love Khaled, but I don't know how to raise a child...I guess what I'm trying to say is we should end this now." Tears ran down her face and I swear my stomach is in my ass. This is what I was afraid of. Tears and being detrimental to her recovery process.