boy?”
“Shit, I ’ma do both,” I half joked. “What I tell you about bringing bags over here anyways? You know I’ve got everything he needs,” I said while grabbing my son.
“I know , but I’m so used to taking a baby bag everywhere I go,” she sighed while sitting down on the couch.
“Mell, what the hell yo mama been feeding you?” He smiled as if he understood what I was talking about. “Can you say Dada?”
He looked at me funny then smiled a toothless smile, “Mama ,” he said while clapping his hands. “That’s mama’s Fat Man!” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Lil man, you turning on me?” I laughed before putting him in his playpen.
“Where’s MJ’s lil grown butt?” She asked giving Romell toys to play with. She backed up to sit back down on the couch and that was when I made my move. I pulled her on my lap and kissed her neck. “He’s with Pops.”
“Stop , Mykell, I told you I’m not going there with you no more,” she said trying to get up.
Neicey and I had slept together two more times since that incident at the hotel. After she had Romell, I couldn’t help myself, I had to have her. I didn’t know why we always had to go through that. She knew she wanted it, so why fight it? I tried to unbutton her shorts, but she stopped me. “No, Mykell.”
I just sighed. “Alright man.”
“You know what you’re doing tomorrow? You’re about to be 26, old man,” she said, still sitting on my lap.
“If I had it my way, I would be doing you tomorrow.” I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh.
“Nasty ass .”
“You like it yo, but I do know what I wanna do.”
“What?”
“Spend time with you and my sons, as a family. Just us four.”
She thought about it for a minute. “Okay,” she shrugged.
“Good now …’
I was about to sa y something but my phone rang; it was Micah. “Wassup Macaroni?” I joked around with my older brother.
“Tryna see if you wanna roll with me to the surprise party Friday or should I say Thursday night?”
“Whose is it?” I asked as I watched Neicey take our son out of the playpen and play with him on the floor.
“Uhh Neicey,” he said that like I should have already known.
“Well, I ain’t know nothing about it.”
“Now you do , so you going or what?”
“ Yeah, I’ll roll with you.”
“ Cool, I’ll pick you up. It’s an all-white party with a touch of purple since that’s her favorite color,” he informed me.
“Aight , but who giving it?”
“ Her man,” he chuckled.
“Aight man.”
“Aight, one.”
“One.”
I watched as Neicey stood Romell up on his feet and faced him towards me. “Walk to Daddy Fat Fat,” she said coaxing him. “He’s been tryna walk for about a week now, but he just falls on his butt or sits down,” she said.
He hesitated for a while , but he took a step. Neicey gasped and I sat up on the couch and spread my arms out tryna get him to come all the way. He looked at me and smiled before walking the rest of the way. Things like that were what made me proud to be a father. I missed some of those things with MJ because a few months after he was born, I was locked up. “See Fat Fat, I knew you could do it.” Neicey beamed as she sat down on the couch with us.
“See , I should be able to experience this sit all the time instead of some other nigga!” My voiced filled with more anger than I expected it to, but shit, that’s how I felt. She just put her head down. Romell looked at her; he must have known something was wrong with her. “Mama,” he said touching her face. She looked at him and kissed his hand. “Mama is fine baby. You stay here with Daddy while I go to the bathroom.” She got up and headed towards the back.
As soon as she closed the door, her phone rang. I wasn’t going to answer it, but curiosity got the best of me and I noticed it was Kamil. “Hello?”
“Who the fuck is this?”
“Who the fuck you think?” I matched his attitude.
“Where
“Shit, I ’ma do both,” I half joked. “What I tell you about bringing bags over here anyways? You know I’ve got everything he needs,” I said while grabbing my son.
“I know , but I’m so used to taking a baby bag everywhere I go,” she sighed while sitting down on the couch.
“Mell, what the hell yo mama been feeding you?” He smiled as if he understood what I was talking about. “Can you say Dada?”
He looked at me funny then smiled a toothless smile, “Mama ,” he said while clapping his hands. “That’s mama’s Fat Man!” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Lil man, you turning on me?” I laughed before putting him in his playpen.
“Where’s MJ’s lil grown butt?” She asked giving Romell toys to play with. She backed up to sit back down on the couch and that was when I made my move. I pulled her on my lap and kissed her neck. “He’s with Pops.”
“Stop , Mykell, I told you I’m not going there with you no more,” she said trying to get up.
Neicey and I had slept together two more times since that incident at the hotel. After she had Romell, I couldn’t help myself, I had to have her. I didn’t know why we always had to go through that. She knew she wanted it, so why fight it? I tried to unbutton her shorts, but she stopped me. “No, Mykell.”
I just sighed. “Alright man.”
“You know what you’re doing tomorrow? You’re about to be 26, old man,” she said, still sitting on my lap.
“If I had it my way, I would be doing you tomorrow.” I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh.
“Nasty ass .”
“You like it yo, but I do know what I wanna do.”
“What?”
“Spend time with you and my sons, as a family. Just us four.”
She thought about it for a minute. “Okay,” she shrugged.
“Good now …’
I was about to sa y something but my phone rang; it was Micah. “Wassup Macaroni?” I joked around with my older brother.
“Tryna see if you wanna roll with me to the surprise party Friday or should I say Thursday night?”
“Whose is it?” I asked as I watched Neicey take our son out of the playpen and play with him on the floor.
“Uhh Neicey,” he said that like I should have already known.
“Well, I ain’t know nothing about it.”
“Now you do , so you going or what?”
“ Yeah, I’ll roll with you.”
“ Cool, I’ll pick you up. It’s an all-white party with a touch of purple since that’s her favorite color,” he informed me.
“Aight , but who giving it?”
“ Her man,” he chuckled.
“Aight man.”
“Aight, one.”
“One.”
I watched as Neicey stood Romell up on his feet and faced him towards me. “Walk to Daddy Fat Fat,” she said coaxing him. “He’s been tryna walk for about a week now, but he just falls on his butt or sits down,” she said.
He hesitated for a while , but he took a step. Neicey gasped and I sat up on the couch and spread my arms out tryna get him to come all the way. He looked at me and smiled before walking the rest of the way. Things like that were what made me proud to be a father. I missed some of those things with MJ because a few months after he was born, I was locked up. “See Fat Fat, I knew you could do it.” Neicey beamed as she sat down on the couch with us.
“See , I should be able to experience this sit all the time instead of some other nigga!” My voiced filled with more anger than I expected it to, but shit, that’s how I felt. She just put her head down. Romell looked at her; he must have known something was wrong with her. “Mama,” he said touching her face. She looked at him and kissed his hand. “Mama is fine baby. You stay here with Daddy while I go to the bathroom.” She got up and headed towards the back.
As soon as she closed the door, her phone rang. I wasn’t going to answer it, but curiosity got the best of me and I noticed it was Kamil. “Hello?”
“Who the fuck is this?”
“Who the fuck you think?” I matched his attitude.
“Where
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