Insecure Too (Completed)

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Devonte

After getting the results, I wanted to see my son immediately. Surprisingly, Renee agreed. So this afternoon she was bringing him by the condo. It was weird just having a son and not having had to go through the process of seeing him grow up, he was already two and I was just now meeting him.

His name was Armon. She gave him my last name, which meant she had confidence he was mine. It was all just so motherfucking weird.

"You really want me to stay and meet him?" Yazmine asked me from where she sat on the floor in the living room, painting. It was some abstract shit.

"Yeah. But you said you want me to do this on my own." It was true, she was the one who told me she would let us meet for the first time without her.

"I feel like you need to. This ain't really about me, at the end of the day. What time is Renee dropping him off again?" She stood up, and she had paint speckled all over her, from her clothes to her golden brown face.

"Like now."

"Oh shit, ima take this upstairs then." She started gathering up her painting supplies.

"You really gonna stay upstairs?"
I smirked at her. She was nosy as fuck, I kept thinking she would change her mind and wanna meet Renee.

"Noooo, I'm just taking this shit upstairs, and showering. I'm meeting my momma for lunch."

"Oh aight then have fun."

She gave me a soft smile and disappeared up the stairs. I busied myself with making sure the downstairs was two year old proof. Double checked that anything that could potentially be dangerous to my son was out of sight and locked away. I was new to this shit, but I ain't wanna make rookie mistakes, not on the first day having my son. Assuming Renee let him stay without her.

A half hour passed and Yazmine came back downstairs, pausing only to kiss me goodbye before being out the door. Going to see her mom. I admired the relationship them two had. It felt like these days so many people had messed up relationships with their folks. Shit, me and my pops ain't have the best relationship but it was better than used to be by a lot.

Crazy how fast shit changed. I went from a nigga that played football and went to class to a nigga that rapped to a nigga with a son he ain't even know he had. But shit, that was life right? Wasn't it supposed to change?

I was knocked out of my thoughts by the doorbell. It rang, and rang and rang. Damn, somebody was persistent.

I got up from the couch and went to unlock and open the door. Renee greeted my eyes, and she was holding Armon who was still ringing the doorbell.

"Aye lil man, I heard you ringing. What's up Renee?"

"Hey, Devonte."

Opening the door wider, I allowed her to step inside, taking the bag she was holding but allowing her to keep hold of Armon.

This shit was awkward, I ain't know what to say to her. Luckily she started talking.

"So I have his diaper bag, and it's got pull-ups, a change of clothes, some snacks, and some of his toys. You have my number if you need me. I'm just going to be leaving him for a couple hours." So she was dropping him off.

"I mean aight but, that's it? We ain't gonna talk about this?" I ain't have to spell it out she knew what I was talking about.

"Not now. This is about you and Armon spending time together."