Keith Powers Imagines : Book 3 🦋💜

How I Met Your Mother pt 3

keith

"bring ya ass boy!" yn shouted from the living room. i finished putting the chips in the bowl as i picked it up and brought it to the living room.

"i've been waiting all day for this." our daughter, janessa cheesed as she cradled her baby sister milani.

"alright y'all ready?" i asked as they all nodded quickly and began to quiet down. "so after i show up to her house, things got a little tense."

december 11th, 2006. 8:00 am.

i pulled to her house as i looked at the large structure and began to be nervous.

what i did yesterday was so fucked up of me and i shouldn't have done it.

i walked up the stairs and knocked on the door as the cloudy sky began to loom over making the atmosphere even heavier.

the lady that opened the door resembled yn in more ways than one.

"aww , did my husband send these? thank you." she cooed as she reached for the flowers and i pulled my hand back.

"um no ma'am, my name is keith and i'm here to see yn."

"wait you mean-"

"something the matter dear?" i heard a deep voice say as the door opened wider and her dad appeared in front of me. by now it was pouring down rain, but i was protected from being wet by the porch roof.

"um, hi sir i'm keith , i'm here to see yn."

"are you the boy my daughter is crying over?"

"yes sir and i just came to apologize." i said while gesturing the flowers.

"mm, i'll go get her and see if she's up to it. you stay here."

"nuh uh, you step inside here, it's pouring down rain out there, you must be freezing." she said as she stepped to the side and allowed me in.

i took off my shoes at the door as her dad kept giving me evil eyes.

"keith you can follow him to yn's room." the lady said as he rolled his eyes and walked towards the stairs i stayed a few feet behind him. we reached this very sparkly door as he knocked on it.

he opened the door as i began to grow cold, my hands began to sweat and my heart began to race.

he pushed open the door as i mindlessly walked through. i looked over to see her on her bed, eyes puffy, hair kind of frizzy, she had on a tracksuit with a tank top underneath.

even when she was sad she was gorgeous. i really gotta make this right.

she slowly slid off her bed as she directed her dad to close the door.

"are you sure sweetie?"

"yes, i'm sure." she quietly said as her lip started to quiver.

the door closed as she looked up at me and i looked down at her.

"why are you here?"