Insecure Too (Completed)

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Hope everyone is doing well. (With all this rona stuff going on) I know, I know, it's been a minute. I've been tide! Between life, and work, ya girl hasn't even had the energy or inspiration to write. How have y'all been? How's y'all Quarantine Going? 👀

Devonte

"What?" Her question was almost an accusation.

"Nah, hear me out. We can break up publicly and go private with our relationship."

"But that don't guarantee anything."

"It can help make your life more private again. Since you no longer attached to me."

There was a pause and she shifted her phone. "I guess." I could tell by her tone she ain't like it, but I also could tell she was relenting. "Do we tell my parents the break up is fake?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't we?"

"No reason."

"What's up with your folks?" Suddenly I was suspicious.

"Nothing, baby. Absolutely nothing."

I didn't believe her but I wouldn't press it. "Look I'ma go, finna pack some shit, wrap some shit up here and I'll be in Indy by midnight. Scratch the hotel cuz I'ma be there and ima make sure none of this shit happens again. Lock ya doors, don't answer it for nobody you don't know. Dummy," I laughed.

"Look, I thought you were being sweet and sent me something I'm far from dumb," she pouted.

"Yeah, aight. I love you. Witcha dumbass."

"Nigga." She straight faced me but it turned into a smile. "I love you too."

I loved me some Yaz but she had a nigga blood pressure jumping. I ended the call and ran my hand through my hair in frustration. Who the fuck was stalking my fiancée, and why? To pretend that I sent her something and send her something was a whole new level of crazy.

In addition to that, Yaz had been acting weird whenever I mentioned her parents, and she probably thought I didn't notice but I did. I was starting to feel like maybe they weren't on board with us getting married anymore. Shit, it was understandable since we were so young, but I thought we were past that. But no one had said anything to me about it, so I had to decide how I wanted to approach it. I ain't want her parents feelings to cast no dark shadow over what was supposed to be a happy day for her. But I also felt she was grown and they should trust her to make a good decision when it came to this.

"Daddy?"

I looked up. "What's up son?"

Armon was standing in the doorway, holding his blanket. "I'm hungry."

I glanced at the time on my phone. "Aight, I'll getchu a snack." Renee wouldn't be here for another half hour so that gave me time to give him sum to eat and play with him a lil.

I followed him to the kitchen. "Whachu want?And wash your hands!" To be honest, I needed to stock up on groceries. Being a father meant I needed food in my house, because my son could eat. And his momma stayed getting on me if I got him fast food. Shit, what could I say, a nigga ain't really no chef. The good news was he was happy with simple shit, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich here, a fruit cup there.

"Fruits." He climbed into a chair and watched me intensely as I rummaged through the fridge.

"We got peaches and pineapples." I held up both.

"Peaches!"

After I gave him the fruit cup, I heard my phone buzz. It was Renee.

Renee: On my way