Page 23 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

Twenty minutes later, my entire world, a nigga heartbeat, fuck that, my lifeline was making her way into this world. She gave us a healthy cry and I couldn’t help but shed a few tears. I ain’t never witnessed something so perfect. I bent down to Onyx and kissed her lips.

“Thank you, Mama. You ain’t have to but you did. I love you more than you know and that’s real.”

“I love you, too, baby. Go be with her. I’m alright.”

“You sure?” She nodded softly and I returned the gesture.

Walking over to where they had my baby stationed, I watched them like a fuckin’ hawk as they handled her. I didn’t give a fuck how they handled nobody else lil’ jit but mine… yeah, treat her as the most fragile thing in this bitch.

She was cleaned up and before I knew it, my baby was looking back at me. I knew niggas gassed up they kid but mine had to be the prettiest thing out here. Her beautiful ass, I’m talking babydoll like having ass had my entire world at a standstill. It was no longer spinning but settling. This shit didn’t even feel real. That was how perfect she was.

And just like that, I was more than Zinc from BMG. I had a purpose. I was somebody’s daddy. Nah, fuck that. I was a father to Naomi Zariah Williams.

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