𝐁𝐌 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

IV

"Kam is you gon help me build the thing for the baby?" I ask looking at the box in the middle of the room.

"Their basinet?" He pulls his blade out and opens the box.

"Yea. Y'all gone help?" I ask the kids.

"No."

"Fuck y'all den. Nobody getting shit when I get my taxes either." I smack my teeth.

"Wait noooo-"

"I'm playing y'all." I cackle evilly.

"Gen." Kamar calls for me.

"Ain't you a man? Why can't you do this alone?" I pull the box for him.

"You know what fuck you, nevermind." He says with an attitude.

"It's fine Kamar but from now on you doin the bending."

"You know what you should've said to Elijah? Who's doing the bending?" He imitates Janet Jackson in that one Tyler Perry movie.

"Ah shit I forgot. Missed opportunity." I laugh.

"Do we need the directions?" He looks at me unsurely.

"I know we den been through this plenty times but we always fuck up so I'ma say yea." I take it and sit down on my bed.

"First lock both sides in." I instruct.

"Daddy can we go fishing again?" Vaughn asks him.

"Vaughn ion know, last time you dropped the pole in the water. I'ma have to find you a lighter pole this time." He scratches his head.

"But I'm stronger now." Vaughn frowns.

"I'll take y'all sometime next month aight?" Kamar agrees.

"Kam you not doing it right, they spost ta lock in together." I mug him.

"Shut up I'm not dumb." He lies.

"Ugh so you know how Q-tip on vacation?" I ask grabbing my barbeque sunflower seeds off the dresser.

"Mhm. What happen?"

"Why he post a picture of him, that girl he with, and her sons?" I roll my eyes.

"He spending time with her kids but can't even spend time with his own. He could've asked to bring Jevan on the trip too but he didn't want to cuz he's a bitch. I wish he treated my son like he do his stepsons. He only treat them better cuz they mixed and they lighter, he think they better for sum reason, that nigga so fucking color struck cuz he hate his damn self." I vent.

"Mh mh mh. You should've cut him out the picture." He shakes his head.

"I know but it's too late now. I wish I could." I shrug.

"Imma be that stepdaddy that got way more step kids than his own." He mumbles.

He already is lmao.

"You not a stepdaddy you more like the cool uncle." I say making him turn back and mug me.

"Don't chu ever say that shit again. I do more than all yo baby daddies combined." He narrows his eyes at me.

"You right but you can only be a step parent by marriage. Or a serious relationship."

"We are in a serious relationship." He looks at me seriously.

"Okay Kamar." I fight a laugh.

"I'm really tryna spend my life with you and our kids but you won't let me." He sighs.

"I told you we can play family til the baby turn 2 months. Ion want us close longer than that cuz at sum point I'm going to stab you and I'd hate for my kids to see that." I start looking at the instructions pamphlet cuz he don't know wtf he doing.

"You swear I'ma do you bad when ian even like that no mo." He scoffs.

I look at him with a straight face before looking back down at the pamphlet.

"Since we together temporarily I'll be moving back in next week." He says casually.

"You can move back in for 2 months AFTER I have my child. You only moving back in when I need your help and that's not til the baby come."

"Who gone drive you to the hospital?" He smacks his teeth.

"Me." I say in a duh voice.

"Why can't dad stay here with us?" Kyrie asks.

"Because I said so." I shrug.

"He right tho. Why can't I?" Kamar asks.

"Shut up, the only reason we 'together' right now is to make my life easier." I hold my stomach, trying not to cry.

I want love bad but every nigga I deal wit either crazy, cheating, or a deadbeat... After Elijah I think I'll just cool off on niggas for awhile n just focus on my kids and myself like I should've been. I'm so fucking tired of this shit. Wtf wanna be played?

"If we get back together forreal it'll be the last time. I'm really tryna be a family."

"Boy ion give a fuck. You should've wanted to do that when I had yo first baby." I ignore him.

"I know but now I got my priorities straight, why I can't get another chance?" He asks looking defeated.

"I've been with hella niggas since you Kamar. My daughters den seen me go through a lot in relationships, specially Cia. I don't wanna let them see shit else. I'm tryna change too and I don't want my kids thinking these relationships are okay. My sons ain't finna treat women like niggas did me and my daughters ain't gone let niggas treat them like I did." I explain exhaustedly.

"I'ma be a good example though cuz I love you to death and I'm older now. I really just want us happy again as a family type shit." He pleads.

"You the love of my life Kamar, but I'm not tryna go through this shit again... not now." I shake my head.

He stares at me with defeat and sadness but I look away, down at my stomach.

"This nigga den pissed us off huh? With his dumbass." I talk to my baby in a sweet voice.

"Don't talk to them like that bout me. I heard babies remember what you say during pregnancy." Kamar says while tryna lock the sides of the thing in.

"Ughhhh." I lay back in pain.

"Mommy." Karter taps my leg.

"Yesss?" I drag.

"How come white people turn red sometimes?" He asks.

"Umm ion know, I think it's a mutation." I shrug.

"A mutation?" Kamar scrunches his face up.

"What? You know they sum mutts." I laugh.

"Kam stop whatchu doing and rub my feet." I order.

"Always somethin." He sighs sitting the parts down.

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