had a lot to visit about; like how she’s been fucking my husband for the last eight years and how my godson is really my stepson.” I shrug my shoulders. “You know nothing out of the ordinary.”
“ Mocha, let me explain.”
“ You know what Kaden? Keep your explanations for someone who gives a damn. I have had enough of your excuses and your promises and your bullshit. I have just had enough. No more I am done. I am calling a lawyer tomorrow. I will have the papers delivered to you. I want nothing to do with you. Maybe you should call Haven. You can help her put her face back together if you like.”
With that said, I walk upstairs to begin packing the kids and my belongings for the stay at my parents.
“Mother, why are we staying here at Grandma’s? You packed enough clothes to last us a lifetime.” Namiyah says to me.
This child of mine is always taking things to the extreme. I do, think however, it best that I tell her the truth. Children respond a lot better when they know what is going on, versus when adults try to beat around the bush.
“ Well honey, your dad and I are getting a divorce. That means we will no longer be married, and we will live in separate households”
“ How will we be a family if we’re in separate households mommy?”
Shit, leave it to children to ask all these questions. I do not know what to say to this child. My parents never got divorced, so this is new for me too. How do you help your baby cope?
“ Well that is something that we are going to have to learn how to do, and we’ll do it together one day at a time,” I reassure her.
“ What happened mommy? You don’t love daddy anymore?”
Tears spring to my eyes. I wish I did not love her daddy anymore; that is why this hurts so badly. Too many years of pain and anger, and I really cannot think of anything good to say about this man.
“ Oh no sweetie, I will always love your daddy for giving me the best children that a Mommy could ever ask for, but sometimes people grow apart, and relationships don’t work out. That is what is going on with your dad and me. We have grown apart but we will always unite to take care of our babies. Always.” I tell her as I pull her into a mommy’s-baby hug. The ones that only mommy can give. Seemingly satisfied with my answer, for the time being, Namiyah went off to play with Kalani. She was actually tolerating him today, which bless her heart, was enough to give me peace of mind.
Damir 6
As I am on my way to pick up Amber, I cannot seem to stop thinking of Naima. Call it what you want, but what can I say? The woman has me enthralled. I wonder if she is going to use the business card that I gave her. I do not care that she has two children. I will take on the responsibility if it means I get to look into her hazel eyes forever.
Forever My Lady by Jodeci began to play on the radio. See, even God was in sync with my thoughts. He must have felt me on this one. He had to have created Naima just for me. I was not accepting any other possible alternative.
I still have about five minutes before I reach Amber’s house, so I turn the radio up and decide to sing at the top of my lungs. I reach her driveway just as the song is ending.
I did not get a chance to cut the car off and walk to the front door because Amber was already making her way outside to my black Denali.
The best way to describe Amber is a sexy, voluptuous combinations of have mercy , wrapped up in good god. I do not know if I can ever describe the type of sex appeal, she exudes. She is a glorious Amazon standing 5’10, with skin the color of Hershey’s syrup, and the smoothness to go with it. Her hair is a wild, array of curls like Scary Spice of the Spice Girls. I love the way that it frames her face and captures the essence of her features. And oh my God, the body on this woman is nothing short of amazing.
I guess you figure with all that going for her why will I not commit. While she and I may not lack
“ Mocha, let me explain.”
“ You know what Kaden? Keep your explanations for someone who gives a damn. I have had enough of your excuses and your promises and your bullshit. I have just had enough. No more I am done. I am calling a lawyer tomorrow. I will have the papers delivered to you. I want nothing to do with you. Maybe you should call Haven. You can help her put her face back together if you like.”
With that said, I walk upstairs to begin packing the kids and my belongings for the stay at my parents.
“Mother, why are we staying here at Grandma’s? You packed enough clothes to last us a lifetime.” Namiyah says to me.
This child of mine is always taking things to the extreme. I do, think however, it best that I tell her the truth. Children respond a lot better when they know what is going on, versus when adults try to beat around the bush.
“ Well honey, your dad and I are getting a divorce. That means we will no longer be married, and we will live in separate households”
“ How will we be a family if we’re in separate households mommy?”
Shit, leave it to children to ask all these questions. I do not know what to say to this child. My parents never got divorced, so this is new for me too. How do you help your baby cope?
“ Well that is something that we are going to have to learn how to do, and we’ll do it together one day at a time,” I reassure her.
“ What happened mommy? You don’t love daddy anymore?”
Tears spring to my eyes. I wish I did not love her daddy anymore; that is why this hurts so badly. Too many years of pain and anger, and I really cannot think of anything good to say about this man.
“ Oh no sweetie, I will always love your daddy for giving me the best children that a Mommy could ever ask for, but sometimes people grow apart, and relationships don’t work out. That is what is going on with your dad and me. We have grown apart but we will always unite to take care of our babies. Always.” I tell her as I pull her into a mommy’s-baby hug. The ones that only mommy can give. Seemingly satisfied with my answer, for the time being, Namiyah went off to play with Kalani. She was actually tolerating him today, which bless her heart, was enough to give me peace of mind.
Damir 6
As I am on my way to pick up Amber, I cannot seem to stop thinking of Naima. Call it what you want, but what can I say? The woman has me enthralled. I wonder if she is going to use the business card that I gave her. I do not care that she has two children. I will take on the responsibility if it means I get to look into her hazel eyes forever.
Forever My Lady by Jodeci began to play on the radio. See, even God was in sync with my thoughts. He must have felt me on this one. He had to have created Naima just for me. I was not accepting any other possible alternative.
I still have about five minutes before I reach Amber’s house, so I turn the radio up and decide to sing at the top of my lungs. I reach her driveway just as the song is ending.
I did not get a chance to cut the car off and walk to the front door because Amber was already making her way outside to my black Denali.
The best way to describe Amber is a sexy, voluptuous combinations of have mercy , wrapped up in good god. I do not know if I can ever describe the type of sex appeal, she exudes. She is a glorious Amazon standing 5’10, with skin the color of Hershey’s syrup, and the smoothness to go with it. Her hair is a wild, array of curls like Scary Spice of the Spice Girls. I love the way that it frames her face and captures the essence of her features. And oh my God, the body on this woman is nothing short of amazing.
I guess you figure with all that going for her why will I not commit. While she and I may not lack
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