It's Wednesday afternoon, and I'm just getting back to Atlanta. While I'm waiting for Sean to come pick me up I decide to text Andre.
Me: I'm back in ATL but I don't want you coming back into the kids' lives if your not going to be committed to stay in their lives. They love and miss you, but I don't wanna see my babies going through an emotional roller coaster because their dad is playing double dutch with their lives again. One minute he's in and one minute he's out. Andre: first of all I want to see my kids, and you will not tell me how to be a father whenever you haven't been the best mother.
I decide not to respond to that hateful text message. I brush my hair out of my eyes, and I place my phone in my purse. I let out a sigh and just look down at my lap.
"TOW WAN DAAAAAA!!" I hear from behind me.
"Sean!" I say hoping out of my chair and running up to him.
He embraces me in a tight hug and pecks me on the lips.
"Where's Trina? Wasn't I supposed to be picking up both of y'all?" He asks.
"Well baby, Trina wanted to stay with Tayme for some reason." I say shrugging my shoulders
He nods his head and we get into his car.
"Take a picture with me for the gram. I missed my queen ladybug." Sean says before we pull off
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"Sooo Andre wants to see the kids." I say throwing my hands up. "And he called me a bad mother." I add.
"Towanda, you're a a great mother, and those kids love you." He says trying to reasure me.
"I know!" I say with a giggle.
He playfully shoves me, then places his hand on my thigh.
"I need to talk to my kids and see how they feel." I sigh.
Sean kisses me on the cheek which makes me smile, and we pull up to the house.
We go inside and I'm welcomed with Braxton pretending to throw a football at me which makes me flinch. I throw my hands to cover my face and Braxton begins to laugh.
"I wasn't really gonna throw it at you ma!" He laughs.
"No but I'm really finna tackle you." I say running towards him and pushing him on the couch.
He laughs and tucks the football in his arm. He then forcefully stands up and tackles me on the floor and I hit my head.
"Oh shit ma, I'm sorry." He says standing up and helping me up.
"Damn son!" I say rubbing my head "and what I said about all the cursing!" I add as we both sit on the couch.
