Page 10 of Rhyot & Nyelle (D-Ville Projects #6)

Chapter

Nine

Nyelle couldn’t lie, she was beyond spent.

Rhy decided to surprise the girls and brought them out for a day of fun.

While Rhyelle was enjoying herself, Ny couldn’t take any more.

They decided to hit up the trampoline park.

Rhyot had even paid Isley, the hood’s best braider, to do Lil Rhy’s hair, giving Nyelle’s poor fingers a much needed break.

She lingered at the table that held their belongings along with the pizza and drinks. There was no way she could jump anymore. Her legs were sore and her eyes were heavy due to how tired she was. She looked over at Rhyelle as she watched Rhyot do all types of wild jumps and flips.

What got her even more than the flips was how he was with Rhyelle.

He had this patience she hadn’t seen from him before, lifting her onto the trampoline, holding her little hands while she bounced around, catching her when she fell like he’d been doing it forever.

He even made sure to wipe her tears whenever she cried.

When Rhyelle spilled fruit juice on his T-shirt he ain’t even spazz out, he just wore his wife beater.

She made sure to capture every moment with photos and video. She wanted to treasure everything about today. It really was the simplest things for Ny that made her fall for Rhyot even more. Nyelle wanted to share her excitement and decided to post a few of the moments on her story.

A few moments later the comments started flooding in:

Jessica Matthews: OMG finally!

Keon Briggs: #FamilyGoals

Londa Nichols: She really looks just like him...wow!

Neeya Collins: Love this for y’all.

She couldn’t help the sense of joy she felt knowing people shared her same excitement for her newfound relationship.

She continued scrolling through social media, not looking at anything in particular.

An unsaved number popped up, causing her to decline.

The number called back and once again she declined, telling herself if it was important they’d leave a message.

The person stayed persistent which caused Ny to eventually answer. “Hello?” she snapped, feeling like she knew this call was going to be some bullshit.

“Bitch, you got me fucked up! Why the fuck would you ever think it was a good idea to play with me like that?” Chop’s voice boomed from the other end of the phone, dampening Nyelle’s whole mood.

“How in the hell did you get my number?” was Ny’s only response as she contemplated hanging up. As badly as she wanted to, she was curious about what he had to say.

“You wanna be around this bitch playing house with my fucking seed? If you want to be with that nigga then go ahead, but give me custody of my kid. I don’t give a fuck about taking your ass to court.

” Heat rushed through Nyelle’s face. Her blood was boiling.

She stepped to the side, away from the table with her back to it.

By now she was holding her phone so tightly she thought she might break it.

“Court? Boy shut the fuck up. You’re a damn joke.

Are you referring to the same court system your ass ducked for three months because you didn’t want to do a DNA test, ’cause you knew she was yours?

Please miss me with all this dumb ass bullshit you spewing.

You wanna bring me to court, then go ahead, but over my dead body will you get custody of her. Trash ass nigga.”

She heard him screaming, going off, but she didn’t give one fuck.

She had been a parent to Rhyelle all this time by herself.

So it was honestly audacious of Chop to say anything out the side of his face.

She was getting ready to respond until she felt her phone being slid out of her hand.

Once she turned around she noticed the scowl on Rhyot’s face.

He put the phone to his ear, voice calm but cold as steel.

“You interrupting family day. If we wanted entertainment from a clown ass nigga like you, we would’ve hit up the circus.

Make sure you don’t blow her phone up with this goofy shit again or I’ll make that run-in we had a few weeks ago look like child’s play. ”

Without another word Rhyot hung up the phone.

He continued his stride toward the arcade, Lil Rhy in his arms. Nyelle stood there with her heart damn near beating out of her chest. She finally pulled herself together enough to watch as Rhyot and Rhyelle played games together. Nothing made her happier.

She knew that she and Rhyot would have a conversation about Chop later. Was she prepared to do it? No. However, she knew it had to be done.

The ride home was quiet aside from the music playing lowly on the stereo. Rhyelle was knocked out in her car seat, clutching the giant Bluey toy that she and Rhyot had picked out from the ticket redemption center.

Rhyot kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on Nyelle’s thigh, but he peeped her silence. “Say what’s on your mind, Boogs,” he whispered, his eyes still focused on the road.

She exhaled hard, trying to shake the thought of Chop’s words.

“I don’t know. What if he really goes through with this court shit?

And I mean, Chop is petty enough to do it, even if it’s just to spite me.

He don’t want Rhyelle, not really, but he might just try to take her because he doesn’t want you around her.

” Her voice cracked, “I can’t lose my baby, Rhy.

She’s all I got. She’s the reason I changed my life around. ”

Rhyot’s jaw flexed, his fingers drumming slowly on the steering wheel. Finally, he looked at her and his eyes softened. She looked like she was going through it. Her eyes looked glossy, like she’d break down and cry at any moment.

“No judge in their right mind, or left for that matter, would give that dumb ass nigga a fucking kid. He just talking out his ass right now. Block that bitch ass nigga. I’ll go see about him.”

She mumbled, “But?—”

“Nah, fuck a but,” he cut her off, voice firm. “I ain’t letting that nigga take her away from you. You hear me? If Chop wanna dig a hole for himself, let him. I’ve been meaning to get at that nigga again anyway.”

The way Rhyot sounded so confident in his answer calmed her nerves a little. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her daughter to Chop’s bitter ass. Nyelle just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid ’cause she knew how serious Rhyot was about going to see Chop if he tried any bullshit.

She grabbed his hand and gently stroked the outside. “Thank you,” she stated, not sure of what else she could say.

“Ain’t no need in thanking me, Boogs. I been told you ain’t no nigga gon’ fuck with what’s mine. And as far as I’m concerned, you and Lil Rhy are mine, baby,” he stated matter of factly as he paused at a stop sign and turned to her. “I’ll shut shit down over y’all. I ain’t playing no games.”

The last time she could really say anyone looked out for her like this was when she was in front of a judge not knowing if she was gonna go to jail. Just like now, it was Rhy who had pulled through with that lawyer.