(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 43: Anger and Accusations

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January 2, 1999

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"I knew they had kids!" I heard a woman yell. She sounds American too.

I'm at the park with Masir and Asiri. I'm not just watching them play because they're too young for that, I'm actively playing with them. My brothers are supposed to come with DJ and my nephews. They should be here in no time.

"Yo, De!?" I heard Derek call out to me.

I turned around for a second because that's all you can do with a baby and a toddler. Shit, if that. I see Derek and Maria, but no Dalvin. I turned back around to the children.

"Masir!" I heard DJ yell and the pitter-patter of his feet running.

"Where Dalvin?" I asked once I felt someone behind me.

"He was already gone when we left. I think he with y'all friends," Derek said walking around me. "Why you got Ashari kids?"

"Oh, Asiri didn't want to leave me and Masir surprisingly wanted to stay with me too, so I volunteered myself to babysit for a few hours while they do whatever," I replied. "I can't even get a hug from you?" I asked DJ and his eyes rolled. "I guess he's still mad at me from yesterday," I laughed. "Oh. Well."

"What about me? Your other baby brother?" Derek asked me.

"Nigga, you big as hell talkin' about baby brother," I chuckled aloud. "I saw your big ass last night ANYWAY."

"You saw him too. Favoritism like a motha," Derek looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "You don't pick me up like you do him or nothin'. I like candy too, nigga."

I looked at him and we both started cracking the hell up. I shook him up, giving him a hug.

"Who I'm tryin' to be?" Derek asked me.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" I asked him, laughing.

"Your other little brother," Derek said laughing. "Dalvin's naggin' ass."

"Oh," I waved my hand at him. "I ain't worried."

"That's because you ain't in that house with him," Derek replied. "Heard of a Mama's boy, but a brother's boy? Nah... Neither is good, but..." He shook his head.

I laughed, "I don't think it's that serious. We've been around each other all our damn lives, doin' almost every damn thing. Workin' together and livin' together. We did and still do both of those things, just not together all the damn time. He got to get used to that shit. We grown as hell and I tell him that. Let him complain his fuckin' head off, he gon' get used to it. It ain't no secret because I tell this shit to his face."

"You should talk to him though because I'm tired of hearin' that mess," Derek replied.

"Didn't you just hear me? I said I tell this shit to his face and if it ain't gettin' through now or ever, that's on him. So be it," I shrugged. "There's nothin' I can do if I told you what it is. I don't want the lifestyle that he's still livin' and don't want to dive back into that shit face first."