𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

032.

' 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓 '
tupac's residence ━━
woodland hills , california !

Since Pac had been out of jail, he recorded fourteen whole songs. He was working hard, which meant he worked everyone else to death as well, making Death Row more active than usual. Things were going well for him, considering the fact that had so much energy. Suge was even becoming closer to Pac and gifted him a rented house in Woodland Hills, similar to when he gifted mine in Beverly Hills.

His marriage to Keisha was finally annulled but he and her still kept in contact with each other. The resentment I once had for her went out the window because I had no more energy to be angry with her. Besides, it wasn't like we were best friends anyway.

Pac was having a housewarming party and me and Amara were the first guests that arrived. I rung the doorbell to his front door, waiting outside patiently. Amara was snuggled up in her stroller, wide awake as if she could sense we were at her father's. Once Pac opened up the door, he opened his arms up widely, flashing a smile at the both of us.

"Welcome to Mi Casa." He greeted, allowing us inside. I chuckled at his humor before pushing the stroller inside of the house. It was a huge residence, similar to mine, except it was a little bigger. It was nicely furnished but what caught my attention were the installed banks of video games and slot machines. He noticed that I was looking.

"Oh, that's for the Outlawz." He responded. "It's beautiful, it feels just like home." I watched him pick Amara up from the stroller, taking her into his arms before making his way upstairs to show me the rest of the house. He seemed genuinely happy with his place and I was happy for him as well.

"And in here is Amara's pad. This is all hers." He opened up the nursery's room door, showing it to us. "You like it, babygirl?" He looked over at her as he watched her point over towards the stuffed animals on the bed.

"I made sure to get a bed as well so when she gets older, we won't have to go out and buy one." I walked around and smiled at his nice gesture. He really went all out for our daughter, trying his best to make everything up to her.

"Son, where are you?!" Afeni belted out, catching our attention. "Let's go see grandma." He held onto one of Amara's little fingers, making his way back downstairs alongside me.

"Your son's right here, including Mika and Amara." He announced, Afeni quickly walking in front of him to greet her granddaughter. "Look at my grandbaby, she's getting so big." She cooed, squeezing the side of her face gently. "Bababa.." Amara responded, causing everyone to laugh at her words.

"Hey, Mika. You're looking beautiful as ever and you're glowing." Afeni pulled me into an embrace, making me feel warm inside. "You look beautiful as well, Afeni. It's good to see you. I'm sorry that me and Amara haven't been able to fly out to Atlanta, it's been-"

"There's no need to explain, you're a busy woman. I trust that you're taking care of her. What matters is that I'm here now and I'm glad to be here to see you, Amara, and my son. The young man that I love and adore so much." She placed both of her hands on his face, smiling at him.

"I love you too, mama." He leaned forward to hug her. Once they pulled away from the embrace, she went over and grabbed a Starry Night paining as a gift for his home. It was an oil canvas by the Dutch post impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. It was painted in June 1889 and it depicted the view from the east facing window of his asylum room at Saint Rémy de Provence, just before sunrise, with the addition of an idealized village. "Thank you, I'm gonna hang this up." He embraced her in yet another hug before setting the painting on the counter.