“Because my mom’s boyfriend smokes cigarettes, and she doesn’t need to be around that shit.”
“She doesn’t need to be over here, period.”
“That’s what I said,” Princeton added his two cents in, even though he was happy that I came back originally.
“They scared you, Daddy girl? Huh? I should’ve killed them for scaring you. I should’ve shot them in their heads for fuckin with y’all.”
Crew was saying some of the most violent shit in a baby voice, which showed how crazy he really was. He was, however, being so soft with Amira, and I was staring at them like a movie meant to make you cry. That shit had me emotional, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.”
I gave him the baby and walked into my bedroom and closed the door, falling onto the bed. The door soon twisted open, and Crew came inside, with Amira in his arms.
“Get out, Crew, I just need some time to be by myself right now.”
“Why do you want to be to yourself when I want to be there for you?”
“Yeah, when you want to. You did that shit again by not coming home, and it shows you don’t care about anything that happened to us.”
“That is not the same because I knew you were good with Hov and Ciara. You know he wouldn’t let the Navy Seals on that block right now. Plus, I had plans to come back to you. Some snake ass shit just happened, and that’s what kept me from coming back.”
I felt him sit on the bed beside me. There were no covers or anything on it because those same bitches that Crew just ran from my door, I’m sure are the ones who trashed my apartment after the baby shower and poured bleach over everything I owned. Just even thinking about that shit made me wish he had used real bullets on at least one of their asses. Only I didn’t really need my baby daddy to go to jail.
“Yo, sit up and look at me, Pernelle. Sit up.” Crew shook my leg with his free hand until I sat up on the side of the bed next to him.
“What is it?”
“Look, I don’t want you over here because the next time somebody fuck with y’all, I’m guaranteed to have to see my baby from behind bars for the rest of my life.”
“So, I guess I’m supposed to go stay on Hov and Ciara while you dip in and out fucking with your lawyer bitch.”
“Lawyer bitch?” He repeated with his eyebrow raised, playing crazy like he didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.
“Yes, I know who you are seeing Crew, and you could’ve just been honest about that. But no, you want to play the game like you want to step up when actually you just want your pussy and to eat it too.”
He laughed through his nose at my reference.
“First off, I was only over there with her that night because you played with my emotions in the restroom, telling me to go finish with a fuckin Judge Judy. I’m a man, and I have needs, so I went over there.”
“Don’t act like that’s the only reason why Crew. You probably like the bitch, and not admitting it is doing more harm than good. Just admit that you do and stop trying to play me. If this coparenting shit is ever going to work, then you have to be honest, like you want me to be with you.”
“Of course I want it to work.” He looked down at Amira, who was cooing so much it was like she was putting in her two cents, too.
“Alright, P. Look, Bria and I haven’t been dealing with each other long enough for me to know what the fuck we are or will be. I do like her, but I can’t say we're getting married or no shit. Plus, she pulled some shit that turned me off the other day, which led to you being over here in the first place.”
“How?”
“Long story short, she turned off my alarm, I set to come back to Hov’s and that is why I overslept.”
He just gave me more of a reason to not like this Annalise Keating ass bitch.
“So right now, I’m deciding to put my priorities in order, which is you and Amira.” He called her by her name, and I almost shed a tear again from that alone.
“You don’t have to lie and say that I’m a priority Crew. I know you only care about her.”
“That’s not true.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead.
“You and her are one and I care about you just as much. I have another baby mama, and I can’t stand that bitch, but I don’t want that to be our dynamics. I fuck with you, Pretty P, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s a girl, or what, but my connection with her is so strong I don’t like being away from her for too long.”
“Well start proving it, Crew. Put your daughter’s well-being first. Before the streets, before any hoes, even before yourself.”
