𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 - 𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 ♫

51.

- Nyeisha White -
- Brooklyn, New York -

"It hurt" pop sighed. "i thought i was gonna lose all three of you"

"Aw baby" i pouted as he shook his head leaning against the counter.

"i cried, Ny. i fuckin' cried, man" he sighed. "You know how much it takes to break me that much?"

"i know, Pop. you don't have to explain" i walked to him. "I'm here okay? i promise i'm here"

"I see you, Mama. just don't leave me like that again" he brought my hand up kissing over my ring. "Who did it"

shit.

obviously i remember.. i just.. what mike said.

'tell him i was here and i'll go for his daughter'

"Ny" he grabbed my chin.

"i-i don't remember"

"You didn't see anything?" i shook my head. "You gotta remember something, Baby"

"i don't.. i just remember getting stabbed" i sighed. "i'm sorry" he sighed.

"It's okay. i gotta make some calls ight'? just relax" he leaned down giving me a kiss before going into his room.

"why did i just lie for him" I mumbled to myself.

-

"hey, Pretty" Pop smiled as i walked into his studio room. "what's wrong?"

"i'm hungry. i'm gonna go pick something up"

"we got food here don't we?" he turned his chair around so he faced me and pulled me by my waist so i stood between his legs.

"Yea" i sighed. "Never mind" i went to turn and walk out but he pulled me back. "babe" i laughed lightly.

"Whatchu' cravin', Mama" he rubbed over my bump lightly.

"Fruit. a lot of fruit" he chuckled.