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Story: Pieces of Us
“I know. I just didn’t want her going off on him. She thinks she be hiding stuff from me, but I be knowing.”
I chuckled at her vernacular.
She’s been hanging around Shelby’s ass too much.
“Yeah…She never could hide anything…only you from me, but that wasn’t her doing.”
“Yeah, even Papa’s acting different.”
I frowned. “Toward you?”
She shook her head. “No. He’s just been really sad lately. I know it’s because Nana left him, but he’s not the same happy granddad I remember.”
“I’m sorry you have to experience these adult breakups, but just know that I’m here and I’m staying. You won’t ever see me and your moms at odds with each other, and even if we are, I’m going to do my very best to fix it before it ever graces you and your sister’s ears, you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“Good. Let it stay that way. You have a father…the OG triple OG.”
“Oh my God! Please don’t ever say that again!”
We laughed.
“I love you, Dad. Mom seems happier with you than I’d ever seen her with Justin. I’m glad to have you back with us.”
“I love you more, baby girl. We locked in, my baby.”
“Fa sho.”
We laughed again as we continued to eat our food. I would let Morgan handle this situation however she saw fit. If homie didn’t tighten up, I was definitely going to do it for him.
After tearing down a few more stores, we left the mall then headed back to their home. I planned to let Boogie know this wasn’t going to be happening for long. I wouldn’t force her to move in with me, but she was dragging her feet on the matter. After living without her for so long, I wanted her to take her position on her throne and make our house a home.
Pulling into her driveway, I stepped out, opened the door for Megan, then retrieved all the bags we had accumulated. It was still wild to me that I had a daughter that I was spoiling the hell out of, but it felt good to spend my money on people who deserved it.
As we stepped through the threshold, Megan called out to her mom as I set the bags on the floor by the stairwell. My eyes did a quick scan of her home, and I was impressed. This was my first time stepping foot in here, and I had to say it was nice and big.
At least the bitch assnigga put her up nicely.
“Really, Nehemiah?” Morgan asked, bringing my attention to her pretty, thick ass.
She rocked some biker shorts, a cut off tee-shirt, and some Crocs with her hair in that big curly Afro that I loved so much. I subconsciously licked my lips while staring at her beautiful ass.
“Hello, earth to Hemi,” she said, waving her hand in my face.
Megan giggled as I smiled.
“My bad. What’s wrong?”
“She didn’t need all of this stuff, Nehemiah. The child still has clothes with tags on them in her closet.”
“Mom, those clothes are so last season,” Megan declared, grabbing all of her bags and heading up the stairs.
“They’re not all hers either. I got you and lil bit some things too,” I told her.
I chuckled at her vernacular.
She’s been hanging around Shelby’s ass too much.
“Yeah…She never could hide anything…only you from me, but that wasn’t her doing.”
“Yeah, even Papa’s acting different.”
I frowned. “Toward you?”
She shook her head. “No. He’s just been really sad lately. I know it’s because Nana left him, but he’s not the same happy granddad I remember.”
“I’m sorry you have to experience these adult breakups, but just know that I’m here and I’m staying. You won’t ever see me and your moms at odds with each other, and even if we are, I’m going to do my very best to fix it before it ever graces you and your sister’s ears, you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“Good. Let it stay that way. You have a father…the OG triple OG.”
“Oh my God! Please don’t ever say that again!”
We laughed.
“I love you, Dad. Mom seems happier with you than I’d ever seen her with Justin. I’m glad to have you back with us.”
“I love you more, baby girl. We locked in, my baby.”
“Fa sho.”
We laughed again as we continued to eat our food. I would let Morgan handle this situation however she saw fit. If homie didn’t tighten up, I was definitely going to do it for him.
After tearing down a few more stores, we left the mall then headed back to their home. I planned to let Boogie know this wasn’t going to be happening for long. I wouldn’t force her to move in with me, but she was dragging her feet on the matter. After living without her for so long, I wanted her to take her position on her throne and make our house a home.
Pulling into her driveway, I stepped out, opened the door for Megan, then retrieved all the bags we had accumulated. It was still wild to me that I had a daughter that I was spoiling the hell out of, but it felt good to spend my money on people who deserved it.
As we stepped through the threshold, Megan called out to her mom as I set the bags on the floor by the stairwell. My eyes did a quick scan of her home, and I was impressed. This was my first time stepping foot in here, and I had to say it was nice and big.
At least the bitch assnigga put her up nicely.
“Really, Nehemiah?” Morgan asked, bringing my attention to her pretty, thick ass.
She rocked some biker shorts, a cut off tee-shirt, and some Crocs with her hair in that big curly Afro that I loved so much. I subconsciously licked my lips while staring at her beautiful ass.
“Hello, earth to Hemi,” she said, waving her hand in my face.
Megan giggled as I smiled.
“My bad. What’s wrong?”
“She didn’t need all of this stuff, Nehemiah. The child still has clothes with tags on them in her closet.”
“Mom, those clothes are so last season,” Megan declared, grabbing all of her bags and heading up the stairs.
“They’re not all hers either. I got you and lil bit some things too,” I told her.
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