Tall girls need love too

Chapter 12: Just talking

Rodney and Raheem

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A few weeks later

Between the time I met Rodney and now we have been talking practically every night and seeing each other whenever he wasn't working. I came to learn a lot about him and little Raheem, like he's a self taught tattoo artist that has tattooed some of the cities best rappers and singers. You could tell he takes pride in his work because of how he goes into detail and a smile doesn't leave until he's done speaking about it.

Currently I have him on facetime, I'm trying to start Mira on baby food since she's almost 4 months.

"Ma what is that you trying to give her it look nasty as hell?" His face scrunches up as if he has to sit here and smell it like I do.

"It says...." I trail off when I pick up the jar looking at it ".... Chicken and mashed potatoes" even I look at confused I ain't never seen any chicken and mash that looks like this let alone smell.

"You should start her off with something like rice pudding or the jars of blended vegetables. That's how I started Raheem off

"I don't even want to even give her this baby food stuff, can't I just blend the food myself?"

He stretches causing a rustling sound to come out the speakers "Yeah you could ma but it's just extra work for yourself"

"At least I know what I'm feeding my baby" At the mention of her Mira let's a little whine "Okay peanut mommy's going to feed you now."

Putting down the spoon along with the jar on the bedside table and grab her little blanket as I sit up. Draping it over my chest area I slip my arm out my tank top and pull it down, picking her up placing her under she finds no problem latching on "Greedy baby"

Don't get me wrong I did find it awkward at first breastfeeding while facetiming him but his exact words were:

"Don't make me stop you from feeding your baby girl, she comes first"

From then I just do what I have to do to make sure she's okay.

Later on that week

I push through the doors of the fast food restaurant already feeling like I smell like oil and beef patties even though I practically bathed in perfume before getting here. You know you hear people saying they hate their job? But I actually detest, loathe, despise any word for hate that's how I feel towards this job. It doesn't help it's not too far from the main part of town so I have to serve assholes from my year that knew of my situation.

"Hi, what can I get for you today?" I force a smile on my face which I perfected to look real "Khari is that you? Oh my god is it true you had Isaiah's baby?" Why do they always ask as if my baby was planned? "Yes I did"

"So you holding him down until he gets out of prison right?"

I hope he fucking rots there or become someone's prison bitch

"No we're not together"

"Whaaatttt? You foul for keeping his baby away from him"

Breathe count to ten....1. 2. 3.

"Come to think of it you probably tried trapping him and it went wrong" a smug look creeps up on her face and that's when my hand grips the crusty ass sew in pulling her over the counter punching her in face before slamming that shit onto it....