Killah Kuwonu

baby caleb

Killah POV

Paris finally came back.

"Bruh I'm sorry, talk to me!" I practically beg her.

"I'm not your bruh! Do you think I'm a bad mother? Because only God knows if I could go back, is fall differently and she's be alive and I wouldn't." She slams the fridge closed.

"I don't think you're a bad mother, you're an amazing mother. What I said didn't come out right, I'm sorry. I should've thought about how what I said would affect you. What I meant was he got what he deserved, he raped you and made you lose your child P. You didn't deserve that." I rearrange my words.

Her face forms a smile, what I do?

"What? What I say wrong? I'm sorry." I tell her.

She laughs.

"Nothing, you didn't everything perfect." She smiles.

"I did?" I ask surprised.

She nods.

"December 5th?" I ask.

"December 5th." She agrees.

"We finna get married just before our 1 year anniversary." I point out.

"I know, people usually wait a good 5 years." She laughs.

"Well we're different, we got a special kind of relationship." I say.

That ain't nothing but the truth.

"Ima go puke." She says nonchalantly walking away.

I bust out laughing, she so blunt about it. Speaking of blunt Lemme roll one.

I was chillin in the living room smoking my blunt and P comes back, she stares at it.

"No." I shakes my head.

She frowns.

Me and Paris smoke all the time, but she pregnant so fuck all that.

"You right." She says.

I finish my shit and me and Paris decide to watch a movie.

"Paris you know damn well if we watch this we just finna end up fucking right?" I ask her.

"Why you think I'm putting it on." She smiles laying on my chest.

I seen some things about 365 days on my Instagram.

We was halfway in the movie when Caleb started crying.

"Ima get him." I tell Paris and she moves off me.

"Hey lil man." I enter his room.

He looks at me with no expression.

"My poor tired baby." I lift him.

"Gimme kiss." I tell him.

He just stares at me.

"Fine I'll give you a kiss." I mug him kissing his lil cheeks.

"Ahhh I love you too much for my own good." I tell him.

"You don't understand me do you?" I ask him.

He turns his head sideways.

"What a goofy baby." I carry him out the room.

I go to the couch and Paris had fell asleep.

"Damn y'all both sleepy on me." I go to the kitchen and warm his milk.

I go back to his room and sit in the rocking chair feeding him.

"I've failed your mother so many times, but I will never fail you. I'll protect you with my life." I tell Caleb.

His eyes start to shut and I didn't wanna let him go, I just sit in the chair admiring him.

Bro this is my son, like my son. Like I literally have a son!

"I love you, my lil icy nigga." I kiss his tiny lil nose and put him in his crib.

I close the door gently and go back to Paris, I lift her and bring her to my room.

"Hmm." She groans when I lay her down.

I strip out my clothes and lay next to her, I wrap my arms around her.

I'm one lucky ass man
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The next day
Paris POV

I have a video shoot today for my new track, and Zion getting on my last nerves.

"I'm not about to let you around a bunch of niggas by yourself." He says.

"Lord. Fine, come I don't care." I roll my eyes.

I get ready and we head out, we stop at Lucas and Aysha house. Since they having a baby, they need to practice what it's actually like.

We soon arrive at the shoot.

"There's the star!" The director greets me with a hug and peck on the cheek.

I see Zions fists clench.

I grab it.

"Who's this?" He asks.

"Her husband." Zion says a lil aggressively.

"This is my fiancé Zion." I inform him.

"Nice of you to join us." He offers a smile and walk away, when he's out of site I smack Zion.

"I should be smacking your ass, letting him kiss on you." He glares at me.

"Get mad, he gay dumbass." I shrug walking to my stylist.

I get dressed and Zion stares at me, I feel my cheeks heat up and I look away from him.

The song starts and I do my thang.

"Perfect, you look beautiful. Look up now!" The director guides me.

We finish up and I talk to Yatchy.

"Why I feel like you wrote this about me when we broke up?" Zion asks.

"Cause I did." I smile, kissing him before going to change.

We come back and watch the video.

"Damn." Z says.

I flip my hair.

"I try." I grin.

"Damn I'm a lucky ass nigga." He licks his lips looking at me.

"Wrong. I'm the lucky one." I get in the car.

We was driving for some time before Z turns to me.

"Who's your celebrity crush?" He asks.

"Pop motherfucking Smokeeeee." I smile.

He mugs me.

"What about you?" I ask.

"Her name is Paris, but she goes by Kehlani."