𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 - 𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 ♫

13.

- Nyeisha White -
- Brooklyn, New York -

"fuck" i hissed holding onto my stomach sitting up a little letting my eyes adjust to the light.

i'm still in this hospital bed..

"ain't think you was gon' wake up" i jumped turning my head seeing that pop was next to me making me sigh in relief.  "you feelin' ight' ? "

"no. i'm hungry and i just wanna go to bed in my room" i sighed laying back. "so your not getting charged?" i asked.

"nah but tjay is" he shook his head. "Jeremiah made it"

"what? you forreal?"

"fuck i gotta' lie for?" he sighed. "i want him dead. he shot you and he raped my fuckin' daughter"

"i'm okay, pop" i grabbed his hand. "i promise. it just hurts a little"

"this just all feel like it's my fault. if you ain't had been there then we wouldn't be here"

"it's not your fault" i furrowed my eyebrows. "i'm the one who decided to go"

"what kinda nigga am i if i can't keep my shorty safe"  he looked up at me.

"good thing i'm not your shorty yet" i teased. "seriously tho, i'm fine. stop worrying"

"you ain't mad at me?" i shook my head. "how i know you ain't just sayin' that"

i rolled my eyes before leaning down lifting his chin up so our lips connected while i felt the butterflies rush through my stomach.

everytime i kiss him..

i literally got a hole in my stomach and he's got me feeling this typa way.

this man is different.

"i'm not mad" i pulled away smiling lightly. "i would be even happier if you got me sum to eat tho" i ran my thumb across his bottom lip.

"already got it" he pulled up a bag putting it on my lap making my eyes light up seeing it was from my favorite place.