Aspen grinned, revealing her missing front tooth. “She looks like those girls you follow on IG, daddy.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “Girl, what I tell you about messing with my phone?”
Aspen opened her arms. “I just wanted to see what people was posting.”
Shi cut her eyes at her sister. “Cause you nosy.” “And is.” Aspen sassily twisted her neck. “Then you’re like me, granny,” Babi offered. “Granny?” Aspen hooded her eyes.
“Yeah.” Babi nodded. “You’re missing teeth like my granny. So, hey.” She shrugged.
Shi and Aspen laughed.
“What’s your TikTok?” Shi lifted her phone, while interacting with Babi like she was her new classmate or some shit.
“B-A-B-IF-A-C-EL-E-G-E-N-D,”Babispelledout.
Shi grinned. “That’s you and my daddy’s name together.” Babi tilted her head. “Weird aint it?”
“Not really,” Shi shrugged. “Anyway, let’s go to the kitchen, y’all. Then daddy can cook breakfast. And Babi, you can cook lunch.”
Instinctively, me and Babi looked at each other, realizing that my kids were unquestionably calling the shots.
e and my kids ate breakfast with Babi like we’d known her our entire lives. It was honestly quite funny,becausethiswasn’tournorm.AlthoughI
dealt with my share of women, I rarely brought them home to meet my girls.
Not saying that there hadn’t been some women that I was feeling, but I’d learned early on that it was unhealthy to introduce my girls to a woman, unless I was sure that she’d be around for a while. Girls were far more intelligent than little boys, and they understood shit early. And I didn’t want them getting attached to temporary people. I also peeped that women were manipulative and weren’t above using my babies to get next to me. And I hated whenever my girls would take a liking to a chick that I barely cared for. It would have me dealing with somebody to appease them, and that was a slippery slope.
Learning from past mistakes, I’d been separating my dating life from my kids. I’d do my thang, and go see a broad at her crib. But it
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had literally been a couple of years since I’d brought a woman into our home. And Babi technically was just…a situation.
The girls loved Babi, though. I could tell. They hardly paid me any attention, as they talked about viral videos on TikTok. Then eventually, Babi went into a bathroom and changed into a pair of Nike biker shorts with a sports bra. And let’s just say that I was glad that I was wearing jeans, which helped hold my dick in place. Cause I was rock-hard.
Babi had quite a few tattoos, and they were all intricately placed in sexy areas. She got small words scribbled on the side of her torso. A J written in cursive behind her ear. Names on her inner wrists. Flowers with thorns on both thighs. A name on her lower leg. And some wording sprawled across one shoulder. While her skin appeared baby soft.
“Okay.” She stood in front of me, after she’d changed. The girls had run off to their rooms, and I was considering taking a nap. “Now, are you gonna tell me where you want me to start cleaning or what?”
I was lounging on the couch, and found myself staring at her fat pussy print.
“Hell-o.” She snapped her fingers.
“Yeah.” I licked my lips, as my eyes climbed up to her hers. “You can start with mopping the first floor, then cleaning all the glass.”
“Okay.” She yawned and stretched. “Well, come show me where your cleaning supplies are.”
Nodding, I eased off the couch, and guided her through the house. We then stepped into the panty, before she gathered several items.
“Hold this for me.” She handed some Windex to me, along with some paper towels that she’d retrieved off a shelf.
I watched her grab the mop, bucket, Fabuloso, bleach, gloves,
and Clorox wipes. She then used the extendable nozzle on the sink to fill the mop bucket. Right after, she doubled back to the pantry and grabbed the ultra-robot vacuum, before letting it run around the house.
Low key, she really didn’t need my help. She seemed to have it all under control. But I guess that I didn’t have shit else to do, but to remain in her space. So, as she began mopping the living room floor, I sparked up a conversation.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
