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2 - 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

I nodded chuckling.

"He got good dick?"
she asked.

"Girl of course he does. You think I'd pick a nigga that don't know how to fuck?"
I snapped.

She threw her hands up in surrender.
"My fault. My fault."

I know that my sister asking these type of questions is weird but we always do this when one of us bags a nigga, so it's pretty normal to us.

She looked at Roddy.
"You better not hurt her."

Roddy shook his head smiling.
"Of course not. That's my wif-"

"Whose your wife?"
A deep and loud voice said behind him.

He gulped and turned around, to see my father behind him.

"Daddy!!!"
I yelled, jumping into my dad's arms.

"Hey sweetheart!"
he replied back, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"I missed y-"

"Who's this motherfucker?"
He asked looking at Roddy.

Roddy looked at him nervously and weakly reached out his hand.
"Wassu- I mean Hello S-Sir. Nice to meet you. I'm Roddy."

My dad looked at Roddy's hand, ignoring it, before looking back at me.

"Who is this weak ass nigga that's standing before me?"
My dad asked.

I rolled my eyes.
"Daddy he's not weak. He's my boyfriend."

My dad frowned.
"Boyfriend? Nigga you wasn't suppose to date till you was 45. Boyfriend my ass."

"Daddy that's gay."
I replied.

"Paris Kamisha Brown, I don't know who the fuck you talking to like that but it best not be me cause I will fuck your dumbass up."

"oop! he said the government!"
my sister yelled.

I rolled my eyes.
"Anyywaysss... yeah. This is my boyfriend. He's a rapper. and I love him. So watch who your calling weak."
I bragged, going over to Roddy's side and holding his hands.

My dad chuckled.
"Rapper? You couldn't have picked a lawyer or a doctor?"

I shook my head.
"Nope. Rappers have better dick game."

Prada gasped and Roddy looked at me with his mouth and eyes wide open.

My dad just stood there and laughed.

"Daddy?"
I asked.

He stopped laughing, and walked over to Roddy's face.

"Hurt my daughter and I'll kill you."
He said.

Roddy slowly nodded, looking at him with fear in his eyes.

"Use your words nigga"
he yelled, and Roddy semi-flinched.

sigh. my nigga a pussy. at least his dick game good.
and 1,932 other things that's good about him.

"O-Ok Sir."
Roddy replied.

A couple of seconds later my dad burst into laughter.

"I'm just kidding. Welcome to the family son!"
he said pulling Roddy into a tight hug.

Roddy kinda hugged back while giving me a what the fuck? look.

I just shrugged in response.

"He does this all the time. Even with Paris' ex boyfriends. He scares them first."
Prada announced.

"Oh...okay."
Roddy replied quietly.

"Good God Son. Stop being so quiet. Your in our family now. Quiet and boring people aren't accepted into our family."
Dad said.

Roddy flashed a little smile.
"Ight then cuh."

———time skip to the end of the weekend———

"aye man call me when you and my daughter get back to Compton!"
My dad said, hugging Roddy tightly.

Roddy hugged back.
"fasho. And I got you with a feature on my next track."

"Ight cuh see you man. Paris I love you sweetheart."

Yep. Roddy put my dad onto slang.
"Love you too daddy! bye!"
I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Prada"
I said, kissing her too.

"Bye Sis!"

As me and Roddy pulled out of the driveway, I chuckled.

"What's so funny?"
he asked.

"Nun."
I replied.

"No tell me."

"Oh it's nothing Roddy. It's just that it seems that you and my dad seem to be getting close. You must be replacing me now."

Roddy frowned.
"what type of bullshit are you on Paris?"

I motioned for him to be quiet.
"No. Shut the fuck up. Its okay. I get it. You like my dad better now."

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this imagine was extremely booty hole but I just wanted to publish something real quick. Also I'm getting writers block on Heartless so sorry for the wait on that one.

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