Page 20 of Pieces of Us

Nehemiah

M eeting my daughter was like a breath of fresh air. I hated that I had to meet her in her teens, but she made things feel so effortless. When they first arrived, I was nervous about how she would react to me; however, she made me feel as if no time had passed between us at all.

Sometime during our game of GTA, Morgan had disappeared with Leann, leaving us to our vices. Once I beat her for the third time, she gave up and we decided to go get dessert. We were currently in the kitchen making sundaes while Morgan was still missing in action.

“Did you always want to be a doctor?” she asked, scooping ice cream from the carton and putting it into her bowl.

“Yup. I always loved helping people, mainly children.”

“That’s so cool. My dad is a sports attorney. I was able to meet some of the celebrities he worked for.”

My heart sank as I swallowed the pain that hit my chest. She shouldn’t be calling that nigga her daddy. I was her father. But as it stood, I couldn’t do anything to change what she was accustomed to.

“That’s what’s up,” I replied after a long pause.

Her eyes came to me as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I know you feel a way about me calling him my dad. But I can’t stop calling him that because he’s all I’ve ever known.”

I shook off my emotions and turned to face her.

“Listen, baby girl. I would never try to come in between what you and him have established together. He’s been there when I couldn’t be.

Do I feel cheated? Yes. But the fact that you’re giving me a chance to make up for the time we lost makes me very happy.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to filter yourself when you’re acknowledging him.

Don’t mind me. I’m just trying to sort everything out and be the best father I can be to you.

” She smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around me.

“Now, the next time you come to visit me, I want you to meet your grandfather and your aunts.”

Her eyes lit up. “I have aunties?”

I smiled. “You do. Chelsea and Shelby.”

“No uncles?”

I chuckled. “Unfortunately not, but I do have a best friend who’s like a brother to me. His name is Lawrence, but he’ll keep correcting you if you call him by his first name. So, just call him Uncle Loon.”

“Got it. What about my grandfather?”

“His name is Cole. You’ll meet him too.”

“I can’t wait. All I ever had was Auntie Drue and my cousin Drue, who we call Rudy. Do I have any cousins on your side?”

“Nah. I’m still waiting to be a proud uncle.” I chuckled.

“Oh, I know I’m about to get spoiled! I’m the first and only grandchild!” she exclaimed and wiggled in her seat, looking just like her moms when she did that.

“You have no idea. They’re already talking about taking you somewhere real special.”

“I can’t wait.”

Morgan and Leann reentered the kitchen laughing.

“Your home is lovely, Hemi. I love the enclosed patio. Leann and I felt like queens sitting out there sipping tea.” She giggled.

This is your home, baby. You’re the queen of this castle.

“It’s what it was designed for—queens and princesses,” I said, winking at Megan.

“Yeah…Well, I hate that we have to leave, but my mom is expecting Megan to return to help her with her garden in the morning.”

“Oh, yeah…but can we stay for a little bit longer?”

“It’s already after eight at night, Meg. You know how your grandfather is about opening up his doors after hours.”

“Oh, right.” Megan’s eyes came to me as she playfully pouted. “I guess I’ll see you next time.”

“Absolutely, baby. Any time you want to come over, just say the word, and I’m there to pick you up.”

“Okay.”

We stood from the counter as I walked them to the door. I pulled Megan into my arms and held her tightly as she reciprocated.

“I had so much fun. Thank you for the hospitality.”

“Always, my love. You have my number. Any time you want to come back, just call me…I got something for you. Give me one second.”

I walked into the living room, grabbed what I was looking for, then headed back to the door, handing her, her gift. She looked at the slips in her hand and screamed before jumping into her arms.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“What is it, Gingerbread?”

Megan released me and handed her moms the slips.

“Tickets to Chris Brown’s concert next month! Ahhh! Dad, you’re the best! I love you.”

Her arms came around me again in a tight hold as I sniffed away my emotions. I thought it was going to take some time before she said those words to me, but obviously Chris Brown gave her the push she needed.

“Wait, wait. I don’t know if I’m okay with that,” Morgan started.

“Mooom, please!”

“Megan, I would have to think about that. He’s not the “Yo” Chris Brown anymore, baby.”

“She’s right, baby girl. I probably should have asked first, but she told me you liked his music. Since he’ll be here around your birthday, I thought it was a good idea to grab the tickets, and you can take your cousin or your friends.”

“Mooom, pleeasee?”

She sighed. “They’ll need a chaperone.”

“Daddy can come. It’s your birthday too! We can celebrate together.”

I chuckled. “No offense, baby, but his music ain’t my speed,” I lied. I fucked with his music, but I just couldn’t see myself going to his concert. “Ya moms can handle that.”

“I want both of you to come. Please, I’ll be your best friend.”

She looked up at me with those light puppy dog eyes, and I folded.

“A’ight, I’ll ride out with you, but only if your moms agree to go too.”

“She’s coming. Trust me!” She wiggled her eyebrows at her mom as Morgan laughed.

“Girl, go to the car.”

“See you later, Dad! Love ya!” She hurried off as I smiled.

“I didn’t expect her to be so receptive to me, but I’m glad she is. This was one of the best days of my life.”

“Yeah…This is the happiest I’ve ever seen her. Well, aside from you giving her tickets to see that filthy mouthed man, she’s always been a happy kid, but the way she smiled all day with you…I know I made the right decision.”

I stared at her for minute, wanting to kiss her lips but not wanting to do it in front of Megan.

“Stay the night with me.” Her eyes met mine as she bit down on her lip. “After you drop her off, come back. We need to talk, and I feel like you’re avoiding having that conversation with me. Your eyes are conveying what your mouth won’t say because of baby girl.”

Her eyes lowered. “You know my situation.”

She’s copping out.

“I do, and I don’t care. I need this…I need you. Don’t tell me no, baby. We’ve been without each other for too long. It’s time to stop fucking around. I need that.”

She sighed heavily before she nodded. “Okay. Give me an hour, and I’ll be back.”

“You got it…Don’t make me come looking for you.”

She smiled and walked off as I watched her ass sway all the way to her car.

One Hour Later…

“Oh my God, Hemi. She’s so pretty!” Shelby exclaimed after I sent her photos of me and Megan from earlier. We were currently on a three-way call. “I already know I’m going to be her favorite auntie.”

“How you figure?” Chelsea asked.

“Girl, because I’m the youngest. The babies always love the youngest auntie more. It’s a known fact that we’re the coolest.”

“Cool my ass. You might have her in that dispensary testing different strands of weed.”

“I’d kick her ass.” I jumped in.

“Really? Y’all really think I’ll have my thirteen-year-old niece around here getting high?”

Chels laughed. “We’re just joking, BB. Chill.”

“Don’t play like that, Sis. Anyway, I love that for you, Hemi. You deserve this.”

“Thanks, baby sis. Now that I’ve got my daughter secured, it’s time for me to secure her mama.”

“Oh, goodness. I hope that turns out well for you too. I really miss my friend.”

I could hear the sadness in Chelsea’s voice. She and Morgan used to be like yin and yang until the day after that tragic night. I could have waited to take her virginity, but even if we didn’t go further, I knew her pops would have still been on bullshit.

“Don’t fret. You’ll have her back soon, my baby,” I assured her.

The doorbell rang as I set my glass of bourbon down on the coaster and stood.

“A’ight, y’all. I gotta go. I’ll call y’all to let you all know the next time I’ll have her.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you, brodie.”

“Love y’all more. Peace.”

I hung up as I went to the door and opened it.

Before I could speak, Morgan tossed her bag to the side and jumped on me.

I caught her in my arms, kicking the door closed, and our mouths found their way to each other.

The slow simmer of heat we had been feeling for one another was now a blazing fire as I ascended the stairs to my bedroom.

Once inside, I laid her in the center of the bed and began removing her clothes. Her shirt went first seeing that she wasn’t wearing a bra, then the shorts went next. She wasn’t wearing panties. She understood the assignment.

Her pretty pussy was calling out to my taste buds as I got down on my knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I rotated my thumb over her clit as she writhed from my touch.

“Hemi…”

“Shhh. Take deep breaths,” I told her, dipping my head and swiping my tongue over her engorged clit.

“Shit! Nehemiah…”

I sucked and swirled my tongue over her clit while sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck! Yes, baby,” she moaned.

My tongue slipped further and teased the rim of her asshole while my thumb rubbed her clit, and my fingers continued tapping her g-spot. The triple stimulation had her lifting off the bed and moaning loudly.

“Nehemiah…I-I-I’m…Mmm…yessss. I’m about to cum.”

I didn’t need to tell her what to do because I felt her about to explode. A few seconds later, liquid splashed in my face and dripped down my chin.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

I had been wanting to eat her pussy since the first day I met her. I’d played in her pussy and licked my fingers, but actually putting my mouth on her gave me a feeling I’d never felt before.

“Oh goodness!” she exclaimed and laughed. “I’ve never squirted before.”