Page 15 of Kassir and Rebel (D-Ville Projects #2)

Rebel

As soon as I open my eyes, I have to pee. Shit! I pick up my phone and see it’s almost three. I actually slept and now I need to figure out how to get to this damn bathroom with this ankle, ice pack, and pillow thingy.

Only I would sprain my damn ankle and fall on the ground in all white!

While shaking my head at my own dumb luck, I debate texting Kassir but I don’t think I can wait for him. My bladder is about to burst; I really have to pee. Shit!

After taking what seems like a decade to sit up, I manage to get my back straight up against his massive, cushioned headboard. Carefully, I scoot over in the bed, drop my right leg off, then start to try and lift my left one. Thankfully, the sound of Kassir’s door alarm saves me. He’s back.

As soon as he walks his sexy self into the room, I blurt out, “Thank God! I’m about to pee on myself.” Without any hesitation, he rushes over to the bed and scoops me. “I just need help to the bathroom. Teaira said I can hop.”

“I can’t have you hopping and pissing on my floor,” he says, teasing me as I try to hold in my laughter.

“Don’t make me laugh; I’ll pee for real,” I tell him as he carries me to his bathroom.

“Not yo’ extra clean ass; I don’t even have to worry about that,” he says before sitting me on the toilet. When I place my hand on the sink to brace myself to stand, he stops me. “I got you. Place yo’ arms around my neck,” he says and I comply.

He lifts me then pulls my panties down.

“I can handle that.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“Isn’t Kassan with you? Go grab my clothes so I can put something on while I do this.”

“That white is fucked up. Teaira sent your bag. She left with my boy then brought it back.”

“What boy?” I ask, curious as hell.

“I’ll let her tell you,” he says before watching me pull my panties down further then ease onto the toilet.

“Kassir,” I snap but he ignores me and just walks out. When he returns, he has my bag from Teaira. My bladder is empty and I managed to hobble to the sink and wash my hands. “Thanks. Put it in the room so I can get dressed.”

“Bet but stay right there,” he orders. Because I’m hard headed and like to be self-sufficient, I ignore him.

When he walks off, I use his long sink and wall as anchors as I hop to the door.

I thank God the entire time that it’s not my right ankle though.

I also pray that Teaira is right and I’ll be fine in a few days.

The thought of not being able to run is starting to worry me.

“I thought I told you to stay put,” he fusses when he sees me.

“You can help me to the bed,” I concede.

He rushes over and assists me to his bed.

While sitting down, I put on my dress and use my fingers to make my hair look presentable.

Then, without arguing with him, I allow him to help me out into the living room.

The mini version of Kassir is sitting on the sofa playing some video game.

He has his father’s same complexion, dark eyes, and side profile.

My heart stalls for a moment. I can’t lie; it hurts a little to see him.

I always thought that me and only me would bear his children.

Kassan is an adorable but sad reminder that my dream is no longer a reality.

“Hey,” I muster out with a smile and he turns back toward us. He has his father’s smile too.

“Hi,” he says, then turns back to his game.

As we walk to the sofa, Kassir says, “Pause that so you can meet Miss Rebel the right way.”

“Just Rebel is fine,” I insist.

Kassir holds me until I’m on the sectional next to Kassan. When I’m seated, he pushes the coffee table closer, grabs one of the black and grey decorative pillows from the sectional, then places it on the table. Then, gingerly, he raises my leg and rests my ankle on the pillow.

“You good?” he asks with so much concern. All of his toughness has faded. It always does for me.

“I’m perfect, baby,” I say and Kassan grins a little. I turn to him when Kassir heads toward the kitchen. Kassan pauses his game then places the controller on the table. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Kassan.”

“Are you my daddy girlfriend?” he asks and I glance up at Kassir. He nods.

“Yes. I am.”

“Daddy, she’s really pretty.”

“I know,” Kassir says at the same time I say, “Thank you.”

“You’re handsome yourself.”

“Thanks. I look like my daddy,” he says, like he had his line rehearsed.

“Yeah, but I look better,” Kassir teases.

“Nah. I think you look better, Kassan,” I say.

“See, Daddy,” he says. “I told you.”

“Ay, man, chill out. You can’t look better than the original,” Kassir says before opening the fridge.

“Yes you can and you do,” I whisper to him. “Now, what is this you’re playing? It looks interesting.”

“Lego Star Wars,” he says excitedly before picking up his controller.

“Can two people play?” I ask.

“Yes ma’am but do you know how to play?”

“No. I don’t,” I admit.

“It’s okay. I’ll teach you.”

He passes me his controller then stands to grab another one from Kassir’s huge entertainment area.

As he does, his dad comes over to me. Without saying anything, he leans in and lovingly kisses my lips before sitting beside me.

When Kassan returns with the controller, I get comfortable between my love and his little twin.

Any doubts I had about accepting Kassan completely fade at this moment. Kids are truly innocent and adorable.

We spend the next hour playing Star Wars and Kassir just watches. I drop out and Kassan continues to play another thirty minutes. Kassir limits Kassan’s time on the Xbox and his iPad. He’s really such a good dad, but honestly, I didn’t expect anything else.

“Daddy, I’m ready to eat again,” Kassan announces.

“We ate right before we came upstairs. Where do you put all that damn food?”

“In my stomach,” he says matter of factly.

“Yeah, where else?” I add, teasing Kassir. “Plus, I’m hungry too.”

Because I ate Fire Peaux Boyz too soon after breakfast, I barely ate my food. Now I’m a good five minutes away from a hunger growl. I need some food. Besides, there’s so much downstairs, we don’t have to go far to get any.

“What do you want, lil man? And don’t say pancakes,” Kassir says.

“One of those chicken sandwiches I saw,” Kassan says.

“Where did you see that?”

“Um. It was by the music.”

“It’s the chicken tender po’boy from Fire Peaux Boyz; I’m sure. They were selling a lot of those earlier,” I say.

“That’s what you want too?” Kassir asks.

“No. I had that earlier. Did y’all get Miss Delanie to cook?” I ask, referring to one of D-Ville’s best cooks. Nobody beats her smothered chicken.

“Yeah. What sides you want?”

“Mashed potatoes with brown gravy and green beans, please. You’re getting something too, right?”

“Probably fried red snapper,” he says, then leans forward. “Put your shoes on, man, so we can go get the food.”

The slight pout on Kassan’s face is evident. He doesn’t want to go, so I step in. “He can stay,” I say quickly. “I might need help. You look strong,” I tell Kassan. “Are you?”

“I’m real strong,” he assures me while nodding.

“Good. Then, stay with me, please,” I say and Kassir squints.

“I’ll stay,” Kassan declares.

Kassie mouths, “Are you sure?” and I nod. His smile spreads across his handsome face, flashing his bottom grill. His arm slips around my waist then he pulls me back on the sofa with him. Whispering in my ear, he says, “I can just order something for delivery.”

“Not what we want. Both spots are downstairs at the block party. It’s not going to take you long to go get it. We will be fine,” I assure him.

After staring lovingly at me for a moment, he slowly kisses me again. “Bet. I’ll be right back. Don’t try to get up until I get back.” When he raises off the sectional, he places his hand on Kassan’s shoulder. “Take care of her,” he tells him.

“I got her, Daddy, and don’t forget the ranch.”

Kassir lingers for a minute before leaving us. The moment he does though, I hear my phone ringing. It’s Teaira’s tone.

“Can you please get my phone from your dad’s room? I think it’s on the bed.”

“Okay,” he says before pausing his game. He rushes up and practically runs to get my phone. The ringing has ceased by the time he returns. “It stopped though,” he says as he passes it to me.

“It’s fine. I’ll just call her back. Thank you.”

Because I want to ask her hot ass who she left the block party with and I can’t just walk my ass out of this living room away from his ears, I text her instead.

Me: Missed your call. With Kassan.

Bestie: That’s right. You good?

Me: Yes. He’s sweet. Kassir’s twin.

Bestie: I saw. Today was my first time seeing him in person and damn! His mini-me frfr. How’s the ankle? You icing it and keeping it elevated?

Me: Yes, I lie. The ice pack is no longer cold and I need another one or some actual ice. However, because she knows me so damn well, her response is spot on.

Bestie: Lying ass. Ice it!

Me: I am! Now, who the hell did you leave the block party with???

Bestie: **GIF of bulging eyes**

Me: Spill it, bitch!

Bestie: Tyriq…

Me: Who? The baller. Tyriq Tyriq?

Bestie: Yes and don’t start. I was just with Makai last night. I’m outside this weekend but I’m not a nasty bitch. We are just chilling.

Me: Okay because you are the one who says two dicks in 24 is diabolical. LOL

Bestie: Disgusting. But his mouth doesn’t count.

Me: HOE!

Bestie: A good HOE! Get it right.

Me: Have fun but not too much. Ily.

Bestie: ily2 and have fun step mommy

Me:

While smiling at her crazy ass, I send another text.

This time to Kassir. My ankle is starting to hurt and I’m probably going to need an edible to sleep later.

He responds quickly in the affirmative. When I lift my eyes from my phone, I see Kassan’s eyes focus on me.

They are zoomed in on me and his little handsome face looks perplexed.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I like you,” he says matter of factly, just like his dad does sometimes.

“Well, I like you too.”