What about ya first love? Huh she played it cold didn't it? Made a nigga shed a tear, yeah, she changed a nigga. - Lil Boosie

DEJUAN

My dad over my house chillin on the couch  with Keyair and Summer on his  chest. "They sleep?" I ask. "Yeah." he says, smirking at his  phone. This nigga happier than a kid  who just found a prize in a Froot Loops box or some shit.

I pick Summer up then take her in my room. "You want me to take Keyair?" I ask. "Naw, he good." he answers. This nigga  so overprotective  with Keyair, Naly, Célina, and Reshawd. I feel sorry for them folks.

He starts laughing.  "Daddy, why you so  happy  today? Nigga, you been sad  since  she turned you  down, now you can't  quit smiling. What is it?" I ask.

He smirks. "Don't worry bout it." he answers. I walk over to him. My mouth  drops. "Damn, yall back together?" I exclaim. He texting my momma on some real deal love shit and she texting  back talkin' about how he makes her happy and all that.

"She bullshittin'. She know where it's  real." he answers.  "I saw yall kiss at yo dinner. Yall been messing around, huh?" I ask, grinning. He looks up at me then starts dying laughing.  "Why you was creeping?" he asks. "Answer me." I say. He  laughs. "Well... three days before  that, I went and picked up Keyair from her. She had on a bikini cause her and Almond was going to the beach. You know  what happened  next." he says. I fall out laughing.  "I knew it!" I exclaim.  "She was limping! I knew it, bruh!" I add, dancing.

Keyair wakes up and starts crying. "My bad, baby bro." I say, taking him from dad. "I can't  believe my daughter and my baby brother the same age." I say. Dad chuckles. "Man to man... I think yo momma pregnant  again." he says.

My mouth drops. "Dang, by white dude?" I ask. He looks at me crazy.  "Hell naw. Ion even think  she let dude hit. But by me, nigga." he admits. "Why you think that, pops?" I ask. "Cause when she pregnant... hold up, why the hell I'm having this conversation  with my son?" he asks himself.

I laugh. "Daddy, I'm grown, mane. You act like  imma gossip. You always tell me shit." I say. He chuckles. "When she pregnant, her pųssy always feel a certain  way. I can't  describe  it but it be feeling  good as hell. Plus, she emotional  as fuck right now." he tells me. "It can't  be yo baby if you only hit three days before the dinner and last night." I say. "Might be white dude's  if she is pregnant." I add. That's  the reality of it. She can't  be pregnant by him so soon.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Ion know... we was fuckin' before I proposed  to her  though. I usually  go raw and pull out. I pulled out for a fact." he says, looking confused. My mouth  drops. "I'm positive  ian nut in her." he adds. "Mia got some pregnancy  tests in my bathroom drawer. Get em and just ask her straight up. I'll watch Keyair." I say.

He nods his  head  then kisses Keyair on his cheek. He leans over then kisses  my forehead. I wipe it off. "Damn, daddy, that shit  gay." I say. He laughs then flips me off.

PROD

I walk upstairs to DJ's room. I scrunch  my nose up at the sound of some shit vibrating. I shrug  my shoulders  then open the bathroom door. "Oh, shit!" I yell, walking out of there. Mia in there fingering herself and using a damn vibrator.

"My bad!" I yell. "I'm so sorry! What  did you need, Mr. Crippen?" she asks in a nervous  tone. "Pregnancy test." I say. "Nevermind, do what you was doing. I'll just stop and buy one." I say. She cracks the bathroom door then hands me one. "Sorry about that!" she yells, closing the door.

I walk back downstairs  then fall out laughing.  "What?" DJ asks, feeding Keyair some strawberries.  "You worried about my sex life, you need to be worried bout your own. Yo baby momma  fųcking herself. I guess you ain't hitting it right." I say, dying laughing.

His face turns  red. He flips  me off. I laugh. "Handle  yo business before another nigga do." I say, then slap his chest. I walk out the front door still laughing. That's why she cheated  on the nigga, his stroke game  off.

I can't quit laughing  at DJ for shit. I pull my phone out then call Zaya. "Yes?" she sings into the phone. I smile at her voice. "Where you at?" I ask. "Oop, you so rude. You didn't even say hey." she jokingly  says. I laugh. "My bad. Hey, good evening, wassup, how you doing?" I ask. She laughs. "Sarcastic  bastard. What you want?" she asks. "To see you." I answer. "Is that so?" she asks, giggling. "Yeah, it is. Let's  make it happen. Let me come  pick you up." I say. "You know I got a man." she says. "Yeah, you on the phone with him right now." I say.

She laughs. "Touche'." she says. I chuckle. "Forreal, I wanna see you." I say. "We sound  like teenagers." she says. "Come on, Zaya, let me pick  you  up." I say. "I'm doing Célina and Zaria's hair right  now." she says. I smack my lips. "Let Almond gay ass do it." I say. "I'm not gay, mothafucka!" he yells in the background. "Nigga, sit yo confused  ass down!" I snap back at hin.

All of them start laughing. "Yall, stop! Just come over here. I'm almost  through." she says. "Aight. You hungry?" I ask.  "Yeah, get me some spicy  nuggests from Wendy's  and get the girls  chicken sandwiches  and Sprite." she says. "Aight." I say.

I just got to Almond's house. I stopped and got my favorite  girls  some jewelry  on my way over here too. I get out then walk in the house. "You serious  about being a real nigga now, huh?" I ask Almond. The young nigga don't even look like a woman. "Yeah. She in there." he says, pointing towards  the living  room.

I walk in there where she flat ironing Célina's hair.  "Daddy!" Zaria exclaims, jumping  on me and kissing my face. I don't understand  why she suddenly  trying to dress like a boy. I put her down. "Wassup, baby girl?" I ask. "Nothing. You like my hair?" she asks. I smile at the side twist and curls hairstyle  then nod my head. "You look beautiful." I say.

"Hey, daddy." Célina  says. I bend over and hug her, then hand her her food. "Hey." I say.  "Where Naly  at?" I ask Zaya. "She went to the movies with Eric and Arique." she answers.

"Ay, stand up right  quick." I say. "For what?" she asks. I chuckle. "Just do it." I say. She laughs then stands. "Close your eyes." I say. She closes them. I get  behind  her, pressing my body on hers. She gasps. "Quit. Our daughters  in here." she says. I kiss her neck then pull the diamond necklace  out. I put it around  her neck then turn her body to the mirror  on the wall. "Open your eyes." I say. She gasps. "Awww, you so sweet." she exclaims. It's a diamond  necklace with a picture of us when we met and a picture of us now on the  inside. The date we got togrther is engraved  in the front of the heart.

"Awwwww!" Zaria and Célina  exclaim. "You like it?" I ask. She smiles and nods her head. "Dang, we still look the exact same. We aged well." she says. It's  true, we still look extra young  even though  we only thirty five and thirty six.

"We really  did. I love you." I say. "Love you too." she says. "Oh, my Gosh! I like Tyler and all but mommy, you and daddy  are so cute!" Célina  exclaims, blushing. "Yes! All I want is you two to get back together! Yall make me happy!" Zaria exclaims, jumping  around. I look at Zaya then smirk. "You heard my baby girls." I say. She chuckles. "Whatever." she says. I kiss her lips. "Drop that nigga." I whisper  in her ear, then kiss it. I notice tears rolling  down her face. "We'll  be back." I tell the girls.

I grab Zaya's hand then lead her to the guest room. I close  then lock the door. "Zaya, if you know you love me, you know you can't quit  fucking off with me, and you know you  supposed  to be with me, why you keeping him around? It don't make  sense, baby. I swear it don't." I say. She starts crying. "I don't know, okay?" she says.

I grab her hand. "I wish I would've  treated you better." I admit. "That's why you scared?" I ask. She nods her head yes. "I ain't the same man I was back then. I was dumb and immature. I promise I'm  not the same. I know what I want and that's you. I know how to treat you and I damn sure know how to love you. Think about it." I say. She nods  her head, wiping  her eyes.

"And I got a question. Have you fucked him?" I ask. She shakes her head no. "He gives  me head. That's all." she admits. I wrap my arms around  her waist. "Are you pregnant?" I ask. She shakes her head no. "I thought I was but I went to the doctor and I'm not." she says. I nod my head. "What if I wanna have another baby?" I ask. "No... you have fourteen already. Plus, Keyair is three." she says. I kiss her neck. "So? Come  on... I missed out on watching  him grow and all that. I missed out on a lot with the twins and I missed out on Cèlina until she was eleven. I didn't  get to see my other kids first steps. Plus, I went to jail when Reshawd was a baby, remember?" I ask. She bites her lip. "I don't know... we ain't  together. I'm with Tyler and I'm not having another baby until I get married, if I even still want to." she says.

I raise my eyebrow. "I proposed  to you." I say. "Oh my God, I'm not about to let you get me pregnant. Things are way too complicated  right  now." she says. "Aight." I say, chuckling. Who the hell told women they got a choice  when the nigga is the one with the dıck? The only reason I'm not gone just knock  her up is because I respect  her. As soon as she drop ol dude, she better believe  we having another baby.

"Why you so obsessed  with me?" she asks. I chuckle. "Cause I love  you." I say. Her phone starts ringing.  "Be quiet. It's  Tyler." she  says, then answers it.  "Hey, babe." she says. I smirk then kiss on her neck. Her eyes widen. "Yeah... I'm... mmhm... I'm okay. Oh shit." she says, then takes a deep breath, trying not to moan. "No, I'm fine." she says, pushing me off and laughing.  "Nothing is funny, babe. I was laughing at something... hold on, oh shit." she says, grabbing  my head, trying to get me to quit eating  her out. "You're on your way over here? Alright. Bye." she says.

"He's  on his way, move." she says, trying to get me off her. "Fuck that nigga." I say, then kiss her. "Quit." she moans. I lay her down. "Zaya, code red, my nigga! Yo man out there! I didn't  let him in yet but stop before yall get caught!" Almond says, busting in the room. Zaya gets up and starts getting dress. "I don't give a fuck if he see me." I say. She slaps my chest. "Quit. Put your shirt back on." she says, throwing  it at me. "I don't give a fuck." I say, laying  back  in the bed.

Zaya smacks her lips. "Oh shit, I have hickeys everywhere! Almond, come help me!" Zaya panics. I shake my head, watching him put make up on some of em. Tyler walks in the room and glares at me. "How the hell you get in?" Almond snaps. "Who the hell are you?" Tyler  asks. Zaya mouths for me to get dressed. I shrug my shoulders then pull a blunt out my pocket.

I ain't  worried bout this nigga.

"I'm Almond, mothafucka. Who let you in?" Almond asks, getting in Tyler's face. "Chill. Célina  did. Where's  your make up and purse, punk?" Tyler asks, smirking. "Quit." Zaya snaps at him. He looks at her. "I do what I wanna do."he says to her.  "Chill yo bitch ass out." I say, getting up. 

"Everybody, quit." Zaya says. Tyler smirks at me. "I bet me being with her kills you, doesn't  it? I bet me loving  what once  was yours kill you, huh?" he asks. Almond starts snickering. I laugh  then put my blunt  in my mouth.  Zaya starts giving me the shut  up look. "Thought  so." Tyler says. I chuckle. "She was mine the day I met her and she mine today. You temporary, my nigga. Trust me." I say, laughing.

Tyler  smiles. "We'll  see who's  temporary  when she's in a white gown and wearing my ring. She turned  your ass down but trust  me, she will not turn me down." Tyler says. I wave  him off. "I ain't one for talking. Kill  me, fight  me, or shut  the fuck up about it. You run your mouth  like a middle school girl. You grown  as hell. Nigga, act like it. Zaya, this what  attracts you?" I ask, laughing. "I'm a grown ass man, fuck  I look like arguing with another grown man?" I ask.

"Fuck you. I'll beat you senseless." Tyler says, getting red faced. Fuck it, I'm tired of this nigga. I snatch Zaya to me and kiss  her.  "And I beat her pųssy senseless. Fuck with me." I say. "Oh, shit! Prod just won OG of the year!" Almond yells, laughing.

Tyler runs at me then swings but I ducked  the hell out of it.  I laugh, still smoking my blunt. "I'm not the one, bruh." I warn him.

He punches my blunt out my mouth. I smile. "You bold, huh?" I ask, laughing. "Yall, please stop." Zaya begs, trying to grab him. He pushes her. "Fuck that!" he yells at her.

"Hell naw!" Almond yells, then starts swinging on him. I push Almond off then start whoopin' this nigga ass. "You got me fucked up, bruh!" I yell, still punching. "Daddy, whoop him! Whoop him!" Zaria screams. "Get out the way!" I yell at Célina, punching this nigga out the room. He punches me in my lip, drawing blood from it. We start fighting  over to the stairs. "She's  done with you!" he yells, punching me in my ribs. I'll give it to him, the white dude can fight a lil bit.

I pick him up then throw him over the top of the stairs.  Zaya screams. "Oh my God!" she screams, rushing down to him. I jump off of it, landing my foot dead in the mothafucka face.

"Gotdamn! Niggas jumping over stair rails n shit!" Almond exclaims. "Move, Zaya!" I yell, punching dude. "Stop!" she screams at me, slapping my chest. I grab her shirt then slam her to the wall. "So, you taking this nigga side over mine!" I yell at her. "Get off me!" she screams, scratching at my face. I shake my head. "I can't  believe you. Bitch, he can have  you then." I say, then walk out the house. I can't  believe  she would  betray me like that.

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