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“Baby, it’s late, can I just order you something?” she whined.
“Nope, I got a taste for some spaghetti and some of that garlic bread down there. Make sure you put the meatballs in there too,” I said to her, not giving a fuck about her little attitude.
“Ty I’m pregnant, and besides I’m so tired,” she said, pulling my by the front of my shirt so that she could hug me.
I laughed at her dramatic ass. Whenever I wanted her ass to do something, she would always use that same excuse, talking about she pregnant like I didn’t know that shit already. Shit, I’m the one that pumped those soldiers in her ass.
“Ka’lani, I don’t want to hear that girl. I’m ‘bout to jump in the shower, go make that food girl” I said, pulling back from her.
She sat there giving me the death stare. I couldn’t do nothing but just smile at my beautiful wife. She got up and stomped out the room to make dinner for daddy.
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Ka’lani
During dinner, I was quieter than usual. I didn’t really have an appetite, but my husband all but forced me to eat. I was still thinking about what happened earlier in the restaurant, so eating was pretty much the last thing on my mind. Besides, I hated spaghetti and Ty knew that shit too.
“Tiny come here and bring your plate with you,” my husband said. I already knew what he was about to do.
I walked over to my husband with my plate in my hand. I sat it down and he placed me on his lap.
“What’s wrong with you? And before you answer, you better not lie. I knew it was something up with you when I came in here, I just wanted to wait until after I ate,” he said.
I went ahead and told my husband everything, from a few weeks ago when Symone came in the shop to me seeing her and my dad earlier today at the restaurant. When I was finished, I was back to the tears. I was so tired of talking about this same situation. It wasn’t doing anything but fucking me my emotions and having me cry every two seconds.
“Why you just now telling me this? Since when do we start keeping secrets?” my husband asked angrily.
“Baby I was going to tell you tonight when you came home, though. The only reason why I didn’t tell you before is because I wasn’t all the way sure that he really was my dad,” I said, wiping my eyes.
Tyrone just sat there taking everything in on what I just professed to him. He put his hand on my stomach and said, “So what’s going to happen now?”
“Honestly baby, I don’t know,” I said, looking him in his eyes.
“Well at this point, the nigga knows he’s made a mistake. The first step for him showing you that he wanted to be a part of your life was by him giving you his number, it’s just up to you now to see if you going to forgive him or hold a grudge for the rest of your life,” Tyrone said.
I didn’t know what else to say at that point. Out of all people, I thought my husband would be on my side and have the same fuck my dad for leaving me kind of attitude. Instead, I felt like this nigga was sticking up for him. I sucked my teeth and stood up from his lap to go in my room. He roughly grabbed my waist and pushed me back on his lap.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, turning me to face him.
“Nothing,” I mumbled with my hands crossed.
He slapped my hands from over my chest and made me put them down. He hated when I did that, because he felt as if I was acting like a little child that didn’t get their way.
“You probably mad about what I just said. But oh fuckin well. Yes, he’s a fuckin coward for leaving the way he did, but that nigga trying to make up for lost time, don’t just leave the nigga hanging like that. And if you don’t want to have a relationship with Symone, you don’t have to. You don’t like the bitch no way,” he said.
“Alright, can I go upstairs now?” I said, sounding uninterested in the shit he just said.
“No not until you finish you’re fuckin food. I saw that IHOP plate in the microwave, which meant your ass haven’t at all day. I told your ass ‘bout that. Feed my fuckin seed,” he said, pointing at my stomach.
“But baby the food is cold now,” I whined. Honestly I didn’t want to eat. My appetite was lost and I just wanted to go in my room and go back to sleep. I had enough events take place today.
“The microwave works,” he shot back, and I rolled my eyes at him. I got up to put the food in the microwave. When it was finished, I took it out and made my way back over to my chair.
“Naw, right here,” Tyrone said, slapping his thigh.
This nigga made me sit in his lap and I couldn’t leave until I finished all of my food. I was so fuckin mad, because I wasn’t nowhere near hungry. Thirty minutes later, I was finally finished. He glanced over at my plate then hit my thigh.
“Alright, you can go in the room now,” he said.
