Page 203 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I burst out laughing.

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Oh, so now you stealing my shit?”

“Been around your ass too long.”

“Whatever.”

He laughed before leaning down and kissing our daughter’s forehead.

Watching the two of them together still did something to me.

I had always known Kyrie would love our baby, but actually seeing the way he was with her was different.

This was the same man who swore he wasn’t soft about shit, yet one little cry from his daughter had his big ass moving faster than I’d ever seen him move on a football field.

I smiled to myself.

“What you looking at?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Nawl, you looking at me all weird.”

“I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“How good of a daddy you are.”

That shut his ass up.

For about five seconds.

His eyes dropped to our daughter before a smile pulled at his lips.

“I told you I was gon’ be one.”

“I know.”

“I mean, look who the fuck her daddy is.”

And there he went.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why can’t you ever just take a compliment?”

“I did take it.”

“No, you turned it into another reason to talk about yourself.”

“Same difference.”