It was a Friday night and I was at my daddy’s house having dinner. He called me last night to see if I had plans, because he wanted to have some daddy-daughter time. Since I got off today at 6 p.m., I was able to spend some time with my daddy. I drove out to his condo in Miramar, with the music on full blast. A few years back, my parents did eventually get a divorce. I think that my mom never forgave him after the whole thing that went down with him cheating on my mother. It’s like it wasn’t the same; the spark in their relationship never came back, and it got to the point where my mother just had to walk away. It’s like my mom couldn’t forgive my dad for something that happened damn near 24 years ago!
I remember because I was four at the time. How my mom knew he had gotten another woman pregnant is beyond me. She claims the woman called and told her everything, but I just don’t believe that shit. My mother is nosey as hell, so I’m pretty sure she went snooping for shit and that’s how the fuck she found out. Somewhere out there, I had a sister or brother that didn’t even know I fuckin existed because let’s be real, how would the other lady have known my mother’s number? I don’t know if my mom hired a damn private investigator or some shit, but she damn sure found out.
I pulled up to my dad’s condo and took the steps up. When I got in front of his door, I knocked a good two times and he came to the door. I could smell fried chicken, yellow rice, bake beans, and collard greens. He made all of my favorites. I was so happy to have a home cooked meal because most times when I get home from work, it’s too late and I don’t feel like cooking so I always end up eating a frozen dinner or something of that sort. I wasn’t big on eating fast food like either.
“Hey Daddy!” I shrieked giving him a big hug. I loved my daddy so much. No matter how old I am, I still hug my daddy, kiss him, everything. I will forever be a daddy’s girl.
“Hey you,” he said, hugging me back.
We headed into the kitchen and I sat at the table while he finished cooking dinner. For 49 years old, my dad didn’t look a day over 30. That’s because he went to the gym every day and lived a very healthy lifestyle. The only reason why he was eating all of this today is because he wanted to make his baby girl happy by cooking all her favorites.
After we finished eating dinner and I washed the dishes, I joined my daddy in the den to watch TV. Like usual, he was sitting there watching old cowboy movies. Since I can remember, my dad would always watch these movies and his favorite was “The Rifleman.”
“So what’s been up baby girl? How’s the new job?” my dad asked me once I sat next to him on the couch.
“It’s going good, I can’t complain,” I told him.
“And how’s your love life? Did you meet that special one yet?” he quizzed, being all in my business, like usual.
“No Daddy, I haven’t,” I said, laying my head on his shoulder.
Honestly, I knew exactly who I wanted and that was Tyrone. I just had to get rid of his wife first. I couldn’t deal with that bitch’s attitude. I swear when I went to her shop yesterday, I just wanted to choke her pregnant ass up. I knew she worked there because Tyrone was bragging to me the other day about her owning her own shop, so I decided to pay her ass a visit. I plan on making my move on Tyrone sooner than later, so the bitch better be careful.
“Well why you haven’t found him yet, baby girl? You’re beautiful and any man in their right mind would want to have you,” my dad said, looking over at me and I smiled.
“I know Daddy. It’s just all the good ones are taken or either married,” I said, smirking.
“You still young baby girl, so you have time. No need in rushing the situation though, just let it come to you, my dad said, kissing my cheek and I just nodded my head.
After another hour or so of being at my daddy’s house, I decided to leave. I was getting tired because I had been up since eight o’clock this morning. I was just ready to go home, shower, get in the bed, and have wet dreams about Tyrone, with his fine ass!
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Tyrone
I woke up the next morning with a bad ass hangover. Me and my niggas were out last night and we got sloppy drunk. I had to call Lani to come and get me from the club because it wasn’t no way I would be able to drive home in the condition that I was in. Of course her lil ass was mad that I had woke her up, but she brought her ass right down there to the club and got me. She cursed me the fuck out on the way back home though, called me everything except a child of God.
I looked at the clock and it read 12:15p.m. I looked over and of course my wife wasn’t there. She was an early bird, never sleeping past 9. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. My wife was downstairs cleaning up with my Beats headphones on. I don’t know what the fuck she was listening to, but she was jamming. I don’t know why she continued to use my headphones when she had her own shits. I stood there cracking up watching my wife sway her hips to the music. She turned around and jumped when she saw me standing there.
“Shit Ty, you scared the fuck out of me,” she said, taking the headphones off.
I slapped her hard on the ass and went inside the fridge to find me something to drink. I got the gallon of orange juice that was in there and took it straight to the head. Lani hated when I did that but to my surprise, she didn’t even say nothing. That’s how I knew she wasn’t in the damn mood today, because she would have normally snapped on me for doing that but she just left it alone. I left her in the kitchen to finish cleaning up and then I went upstairs and turned the TV on and started watching the Real Husbands of Hollywood. Kevin Hart was funny as fuck. Lani hated this damn show; she felt like it wasn’t funny at all but me, on the other hand, I thought this show was funny as hell.
Thirty minutes later, Lani came in there and put my Beats on her dresser. She looked so sexy pregnan
t. You could see her stomach now, and I thought that shit was sexy as fuck.
“Is that where you found that?” I asked her, referring to my headphones. I decided to fuck with her ass today.
“You don’t even know where they were. I found them in the garage this morning when I went and got the broom!” she shot back.
I jumped off the bad and ran up on her. She looked at me like I was crazy.
“Tiny what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, pushing her into the wall and calling her by her nickname.
“Nothing is wrong, now move!” she said, trying to get around me but I wasn’t having that.
Looking at her in that cut off tank top and them little booty shorts had my dick ready to fuck some shit up. I don’t know why she insisted on wearing shit like this around the house, because she knew I was gon’ be on her ass like white on rice. I walked up on her and slid both my hands on her waist and rubbed her little belly.