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Chapter TWENTY TWO - Man 2 Man

Chapter TWENTY TWO

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Aliyah

I drove through Miami in the rented silver BMW that we'd gotten while we were staying here in town. Our flight was in another day, so we were just spending time with the family until then. I was currently headed over to my mother's house to see her this morning. I was alone this time, because Andre and Amani were still at the room being lazy. Her father volunteered to keep her while I came, so she stayed. I wasn't going to pass of the chance of him asking to keep her.

I whipped through the familiar streets until I turned onto the road that I'd come accustomed too over the past 17 years of my life. I drove past the huge houses until I pulled up to my very own and pulled into the drive way. I cut the engine and got out, heading towards the house. It was warm today, so I wore denim shorts, my red ugg boots, and one of Andre's red t-shirts that I'd tied in a knot at the back. My hair was in a tight ponytail.

I approached the porch and rung the doorbell a total of three times and waited on someone to come. I felt my phone vibrate from a text and opened it up as I waited for my mom to answer the door. It was only Andre texting me about Amani I bet. I shook my head as I read over it and was correct. He asked to keep her, but he always text me saying how she's being 'bad'. She's only 4 months and he can't even handle her, Lord forbid when she gets on up in years.

Babe, Mani is acting up. he said simply and I smiled to myself. She was always known for giving her papa a hard time while I'm out. I shook my head as I sent him a quick reply back. He'd just have to deal with her until I make it back to the hotel.

Give me 20 minutes. Just as I sent the reply, the door swung open and I walked in on instinct with my eyes glued to my phone. The door closed behind me and a throat cleared. I  closed out of my phone before speaking to my mother, without looking up.

"Hola mom." I said simply and was about to walk off in search of Mari, but was stopped at the voice that damn sure didn't belong to my mother.

"Wrong parent." A deep voice said and I recognized it all too well. I turned on my heels and looked up slowly to the eyes of the man that I hadn't seen in a couple of months. The smile grew on my face as I ran into the arms of my dad and squeezed him tightly. He grinned and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. I was shocked and happy all at the same time. I couldn't believe he was here. Just the thought brought tears, but I pushed them back.

"Dad, what are you doing here, how did you get out?" I asked as I stood still in his embrace. It was too soon to let him go, so I clung to him even longer. It had been way too long since I hugged my dad, so I was taking full advantage of it. This seemed so unreal right now. My dad was standing here in the flesh, when he was supposed to be locked away in jail without a key for the rest of his life. I could only smile.

"Long story, but just know my lawyer came through for me. He wiped my sentence clean, with only 5 years of probation to serve. Baby, the Lord is good. " he said and I finally let him go. I couldn't wipe the grin off of my face as we made our way into the den. We took a seat side by side on the couch.

I looked at my dad and he indeed looked the same, but in so many ways he had changed. He looked like a new version of my father and I was loving it already. I was happy to actually have my dad back. This feeling was a great one. My dad was supposed to be in prison, but here he was sitting next to me like nothing had happened.

"That's great dad, I can't even believe it." I said to myself, but he had heard me loud and clear.

"Me neither baby girl, but it happened. Where is my grand baby at?" he asked as he flipped through the channels. I sighed as I thought about her at the hotel putting her father through hell. I never really had the baby conversation with my dad other than the brief talk at the visitation day, and surprisingly he didn't ask about it.