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“I’ll cashapp you some money.”

“Ummm, no the fuck you won’t. Go to the store and get it, and bring it to me. The fuck.”

“I’m not in the mood today.”

“And I’m in the mood to go to the child support office today, so what’s it going to be?”

I hung up on her ass. Lana was the bitch that was lucky enough to have a baby by me. It was the worst feeling in the world having it from a woman like her. She was the definition of ghetto. Matter of fact, it was tattooed across her chest. Our child was seven months old and she called more than a crackhead bothering a dope boy.

I made sure she had everything she needed to take care of my daughter, but she was so damn needy and clingy. It was a huge thing for her to say she had my child but I paid her to keep that shit quiet. If Summer found out I had a baby with ghetto Lana from school, she wouldn’t fuck with me ever again.

Stopping by the bank to get some money, I stopped by the grocery store and grabbed a few cans of milk before heading to Lana’s apartment. I moved her from the projects into a small two-bedroom house. It was only for my child. Her car was here and her home girl car was parked. This was her way of getting me over here, but I was dropping the fucking milk off on the porch and getting the hell out of dodge.

“Nope, come get her. You ain’t had her since you brought your ass back and started fucking with Summer ass again.”

“I ain’t fucking with Summer again, fuck you talking about?”

“Everyone in Savannah knows when you go to acting funny, it’s because of her. Now here, get your daughter.” She placed her in my arms, dropped the baby bag and shut the door.

“Lana, open the door!”

“Bye, Trey.”

Now, how the fuck was I supposed to chill with Summer with a damn baby? The dumb bitch didn’t even give me a car seat. I strapped my baby down in the front seat and pulled off heading towards my apartment. As discreet as I could be, I walked my daughter in my apartment as Summer was calling my phone.

“Hey Summer.” I spoke into the phone trying to juggle the baby and the baby bag.

“What’s that noise?”

“Oh, that’s a show I’m watching on television. What’s up?”

“I was calling to see if you still wanted to catch or movie or something?”

“I did but I had something come up. How about to tomorrow?”

“Oh, okay. I’ll just call you tomorrow.” She hung up abruptly.

Trying to hide a baby and get my girl back wasn’t going to be easy. I hadn’t really bonded with my daughter and it was her mama’s fault. She only let me spend time with her when it was beneficial for her like, at this moment, I’m sure her ass was getting ready to head to hang out on the damn corner somewhere to trap the next dope boy. I looked down at my daughter sitting on the sofa and sat down next to her.

“I guess I better figure out what we about to do for the rest of the day, huh?”

She slobbed and gave me that baby talk. I had no idea how to be a father but today, I was going to figure the shit out.

12. LAW

“You sure you going to be okay here by yourself? I doubt anyone will come out here but Summer aggravating ass. Don’t let her talk you into letting her in my shit.” I gave Lj the rundown.

“You know I know how Summer ass gets down when you don’t talk to her. How long you going this time?”

“Forever, I just hadn’t told her yet that I was done for good.”

“Don’t you think you need to tell her that shit. She is on the crazy side.”

“Nah, I’m going to let her figure the shit out since I had to find out she was giving pussy out like a church offering.”

“Did she really, bruh or you assumed?”

“I asked her ass, and she didn’t answer. That was enough for me to know she did some flaw shit.”