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Chapter TWENTY THREE - Here We Go Again

Chapter TWENTY THREE

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Aliyah

4 years later

"Andre, baby, what are you doing here?" I asked as I opened the door to see my boyfriend of 5 years standing there with his duffle bag slung neatly over his shoulder. He smiled as he walked inside of the house and wrapped his arms around my waist, taking me off my feet. He kicked the door closed with his foot and pressed his lips to mine without saying a word. I didn't bother to kiss him back, because I wanted my questioned answered. He shouldn't be here right now and I wanted to know why he was.

"Damn, you don't seem happy to see me." he frowned and I shook my head. I kissed him to remove that false thought from his head. He walked me all the way to the den, and sat down on the couch, with me straddling his lap. He took his duffle bag off and sat it to the side on the couch. Afterwards, his hands gripped my ass through the tights that I was wearing.

"I am, I'm always happy to see you baby daddy. I'm just wondering why you're here when you should be at the arena already. It's 3, and the game is at 7. The coach is going to have your head for this Andre and you know it." I said with my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I know, but man fuck him. I just wanted to see you before I went down there. You're my good luck charm whether you know it or not." he smirked and kissed my lips again.

"You just saw me this morning Andre, that was before your practice, less then 5 hours ago," I said with an arched eyebrow.

"Damn, I wanted to see you again. You act like it's a crime to miss you or some." he said and kissed my neck, purposely sucking on it. My breathe caught in my throat as he went on to give me a hickey, that I'd have to cover up tonight. I smiled as I bit my lip and looked at him. At the age of 23, my man still looked fresh out of high school. He looked damn good, especially in his Atlanta Hawk's jumpsuit right about now. If I didn't mind him being an hour late to the arena, I'd have my way with him right here and now.

Yes, I said it and you saw correctly. My man had made it into the pro's and I couldn't be more happy. We'd both graduated from school, but he just happened to be recruited into the league. This is his first year playing pro-ball and I enjoyed being a basketball girlfriend. The paparazzi was something to deal with sometimes but I can deal with it. This was always his dream to play pro ball and I'm happy that he made it. I'm also good in my career, I work at a doctor's office as a nurse not too far from our house. My life has been perfect over the 4 years, I couldn't have asked for anything better than it is. I'm 22 and established, my man is 23 and a NBA player, and my daughter is almost 4 and smart as can be. My life couldn't get any better here in Atlanta. I'm happy that I took the offer of moving here, because everything has been perfect.

"Where is my baby?" he asked and shifted under me.

"She was playing in her room a minute ago, now she's." before I could finish my sentence, little miss walked into the room like she owned the place. Once she saw her dad, her eye's lit up as big as an owl's. One thing about Amani, she loved her some daddy. I guess that was something we both had in common.

"Daddy, daddy." she cheered as she ran over to us and jumped into his arms. I laughed and shook my head, as I climbed off of his lap and allowed her to have it. I'd have it all too myself after tonight, so I wasn't worried. She took my spot as he kissed her all over her face, while she laughed and squirmed around on him.

"Hey baby girl, you missed me?"

"Yes, me miss you daddy," she said and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. I enjoyed watching my boyfriend, and baby daddy interact with our daughter. It made me feel bad for all of the kids who were abandoned while still in their mother's wound. I'm happy that Andre was by my side the whole time, and even now. Amani was a blessing to us both, and I'm happy for him not wearing a condom that night.