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She smiled and kissed me on my lips. I know it was kind of soon, but I loved this girl right here, and if me marrying her, made her happy, then that’s what I would do. Shit, I wanted to get married too.
“No baby, we can wait to get married,” Tamika said.
“Then quit it with all them fuckin tears then,” I told her, dead ass serious. I didn’t like the soft Tisha. I liked the shit-talking Tisha that I was used to seeing on a daily basis. Don’t get me wrong, I knew she had feelings and I knew she was going to cry but damn, I didn’t like to see her like that at all. She started laughing, and I swear I loved those deep dimples. I helped her off the car and told her to head home and start packing. I couldn’t believe I was going to be a daddy! Shit, I was happy as fuck.
3 months later
Otis
It’s been three whole months since all this shit went down with Tisha and I. I done apologized to her ass so many times about the shit I told her that night, but her selfish ass wasn’t trying to hear a nigga. As of now, Tisha and I weren’t even in a relationship any more. Only relationship we had was the fact that we both had to be there to help raise our daughter. Her selfish ass wasn’t even staying at our house anymore, because she took it upon herself to move back into the apartment that she had before we even got together. Honestly, I didn’t even know her ass still had that damn apartment. I hated this whole co-parenting thing that we were doing, because I would rather come home to my daughter and my girl every night, but Tisha’s ass was not having that shit.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was just leaving the gym. Since I couldn’t look forward to coming home to a nice home cooked meal anymore, I decided to head over to Red Lobster to pick me up some food to go. I mean, a nigga could cook a lil something, but I wasn’t as good as Tisha. I missed her ass so much. After finding me a place to park, I headed over to the front, placed my order, and went outside to sit on the bench and wait the fifteen minutes that they told me. As I was sitting down waiting, I noticed an all-white Mercedes Benz pull up. I paid it no mind until I noticed Turquoise get from out of the driver’s seat. I watched on as she went in the back and a minute later, she was putting a beautiful baby girl on her hip. As she got closer, I couldn’t help but notice that the little girl looked exactly like my baby girl Harmony. She had her hazel eyes that bronze curly hair, and that same exact dimple in her left cheek as I did. The whole time Turquoise was out of the car doing whatever she was doing, she didn’t even notice me burning a hole through her with my eyes.
As soon as she stepped up on the sidewalk and our eyes connected, she looked as if she was about to shit bricks. That look alone made we wonder if the accusations that I was making in my head were true. I had to give it to Turquoise though, because she was a badass bitch. She was wearing a white, mid-thigh, spaghetti-strapped dress with a pair of gold gladiator sandals on her feet. She held onto the littles girl’s hand, with her oversized Louis Vuitton handbag on her shoulder. Her long hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and she was only wearing a little bit of makeup. She had little mama dressed nice as hell too. She looked adorable in her Gucci dress and sandals with her two long, pretty ponytails.
“What’s good Turquoise?” I asked, standing up and walking over to them. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at me in the process.
“Otis, don’t disrespect me like that in front of my child. Call me by my name,” she told me, the whole time avoiding eye contact with a nigga, which was strange because I knew for a fact that she was confident in her damn self, so I couldn’t understand why she was trying to avoid looking me in my damn eyes.
“My bad Akira,” I said, referring to her by her real name. “But what’s good with you?” I asked her.
“Nothing, I’m just taking my baby out with me to have lunch since it’s her birthday today,” she said, smiling down at the little girl.
I looked down at the little girl and I swear it felt like I was looking into the eyes of an older version of Harmony. I swear that shit was crazy. “Happy birthday Princess,” I said to her, and she gave me a small smile showing off her dimple.
“Kira, let me holla at you for a minute,” I told her, because I needed to ask her something and I didn’t want to do it in front of the little girl. She looked at me with questionable eyes, and based the look that I gave her, she already knew I wasn’t about to play around with her ass.
“Tamia, go sit right there while Mommy talks to a friend, okay?” Akira said, looking down at the little girl, and she nodded her head and went to go sit down at the bench that I was sitting at before.
Once I noticed that Tamia was out of earshot, I went right in, “Where her daddy at?’
“Otis, why do you care to know the answer to that question? I’m not fuckin you, so therefore I don’t owe your ass no type of explanation! That has nothing to do with you,” she said, the whole time not even looking me in my damn eyes.
“Akira, do I look fuckin stupid to your ass? That little girl looks exactly like my fuckin daughter! If that’s my child, let me know that shit right now!” I said, getting into her face. She didn’t even say shit; she just stood there, looking at the ground.
“And if she is your daughter, then so what?” her dumb ass asked me.
“Bitch, then that means that I need to be a part of her life. You a foul ass bitch, I swear. How old is she?” I asked, pissed off.
“She just turned four today,” Akira let me know.
“Really Kira? Your ass waits four years to tell me that I had a fuckin daughter out here! Who the fuck does that?” I snapped.
“It’s not like I willingly told your ass the shit! You fuckin forced my hand. We been doing good all this time without you, and we sure as hell don’t need your fuckin help right now,” she said, letting me know.
“Ay, fuck you! I don’t got to be a part of your life, but if that’s my daughter then I damn sure want to be there for her, I done already missed four fuckin years,” I said.
“Why you saying if like it’s a possibility that she may not be yours. I know for a fact, four years ago, you were the only nigga that I wasfuckin. Don’t try and clown me like I’m some type of hoe or some shit. You just said that she looked exactly like your other daughter!” she snapped.
“It could be a coincidence. Meet me at the doctor tomorrow and bring her,” I said, walking away and going back inside to get my food.
I already knew that without a doubt, that little girl was mine. Even with me knowing it already, I still wanted to go to the doctor and have a DNA test done. I knew that I had to tell Tisha this shit. I already knew after the shit hit
the fan that she damn sure wasn’t going to want to fuck with a nigga after this. It’s not even like I fucked with Akira while I was fuckin Tisha or nothing like that, but Tisha would look at it that way and I know for a fact that what we had was done. It wasn’t no coming back from this, and I don’t think that I was getting my girl back anytime soon.
Chapter 7: Tisha
It was Memorial Day, and the guys were putting on a big ass cookout down at T Y Park, out in Hollywood. Lord knows I didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to be nowhere near Otis’s ass, but my girls damn near begged me to go and besides, I didn’t want to be in the house all day. Things between Otis and I haven’t been good at all. At first, he was calling my phone damn near every day, trying to find a way for us to get back together and then all of a sudden, the calls stopped. Now, the only time he would call me is when he wanted to talk to our daughter, or to say that he was on the way to get her or drop her back off. I’m not even going to lie, I missed Otis so much and I hated that I was going through this whole pregnancy without him by my side. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had moved on, because he damn sure wasn’t fuckin me. He didn’t even pay my ass any attention, and I couldn’t help but to feel as if he found somebody else. I guess I had really pushed him away this time.
