“Look who’s here,” I said, making my presence known as we came into the den.
“Daddy!!!” Bria yelled, jumping in her daddy’s lap.
“Hey lil mama,” Dontae said, kissing her cheek. He looked surprised to see that Bria was there.
“Bria here, go put your bag in your room and I’ll be up there in a few minutes so you can take your bath,” I said, handing her over her bag with her clothes in it.
She jumped off her daddy’s lap, took the bag from me, and ran up the stairs. I walked over to Dontae and sat down on his lap.
“You know your baby mama ain’t shit, right?” I asked after I was sure that Bria was upstairs.
“Tell me something I don’t know. How you end up with Bria tonight anyway?” he asked, pulling me closer to him.
“Bria called me crying, telling me to come pick her up. I went over to the house and Bria in the house by herself. No cars in the driveway, no nothing! She said Sharice and Fred left her there by herself,” I told Dontae, and I watched as his nostrils flared with rage.
“I swear to God, she got to be the stupidest bitch on the god damn planet. From now on, Bria is staying here with me. I’m not even gon’ call her stupid ass and let her know that I have Bria. I want her to walk in the house to see that Bria isn’t there. Give her stupid ass something to think about. A nigga went against his better judgement and let that bitch see Bria again after she let another nigga put his hands on my seed, and this the fuckin thanks that I get!” he said angrily.
“Wait, you said Bria called you? How did she know how to reach you?” Dontae asked, me with confused eyes.
“A little birdie got her a cell phone for emergency uses only,” I said with a sly smile.
“Breesha, I know your ass didn’t get my baby no damn phone,” Dontae said aggravated.
“Not me, a little birdie,” I said, kissing him. He laughed and gently shoved me away from him.
“Baby, when we were outside getting the bags out the car just now, Bria told me she loved me. That shit did something to me. I loved her since the day I met her, but I didn’t think she felt the same way. I mean, I knew Bria liked and respects me but damn she really made me feel special. Looking into her eyes, I feel like I’m looking into the eyes of myself when I was a little girl. Growing up, after my dad left us, I watched how my mom’s whole attitude changed towards me. It’s like that woman hated me just because, and it’s sad because it wasn’t always like that. I tried to be the perfect daughter
for her; I didn’t give her any trouble, I made good grades in school, kept my room clean, but it was never enough. That’s what I’m seeing when I look at Bria. I can tell that she loves Sharice, but it’s like Sharice has this mustered up hate in her heart for her own damn daughter,” I told him.
Dontae wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug.
“Bae honestly, fuck Sharice–straight up. The way I’m feeling right now, I wouldn’t give two fucks if Bria never went and saw that bitch again. And as far as Sharice not loving her own child, that’s just her loss because baby at the end of the day, my daughter has me and she has you now. I watch the way Bria is with you. I notice how she tries to do everything that you do, and I love that. I love your ass for being here for me and my daughter, because Lord knows I wouldn’t know shit on raising a little girl by my damn self, and you know Sharice ass not going to teach her shit,” he said, and I nodded my head with him in agreement.
In no way, shape, or form was I trying to talk bad on his baby mama, but the shit was obvious that she didn’t give a fuck about her child. Dontae and I didn’t even know that she was still messing around with that Fred dude until Bria told me tonight. You would think that after a nigga but his hands on your child, that you would get the fuck away from him. That shows right there that she didn’t give a fuck about that in the first place.
“Oh yeah, and I’m sorry for snapping on you like that the other day. A nigga just wish that I could come home to you every night,” he said, kissing me on the neck.
That night when Dontae snapped on me for not wanting to move in with him, he didn’t even want any pussy, so I knew that he was mad. I tried to give him some of the food that I had cooked for him, but he wasn’t fuckin with me like that. The next morning, I did wake up and apologize to him, and I told him that I would really think about moving in, and I meant it this time.
“It’s fine baby, I forgive you, with your funny acting ass,” I told him.
“I guess that mean a nigga can’t get no pussy tonight then, huh?” Dontae asked, trying to put his hands in my pants.
“Nope, you sure as hell can’t. You already know I like for my baby to sleep with us when she’s over here,” I said, standing up. He sucked his teeth and had a pissed off look on his face as he focused his attention on the game.
“But if you’re a good boy, when Bria goes to sleep, I’ll let you hit it downstairs in the kitchen on top of the counter, just the way you like it,” I said, bending down to kiss those suckable lips. I knew that would get his attention. I turned to head upstairs, but quickly stopped to turn back around.
“Baby, listen for the door, I ordered a pizza,” I said.
I went upstairs and got ready to give Bria her bath and take myself a long hot shower.
Sharice
Fred and I had just came back from going to the Hard Rock to gamble a little bit. At first, I wasn’t going to go because my daughter was here, and I didn’t want to have to ask Dontae to get her so that I could go out to the casino. I knew that he would call me every bitch in the book for fuckin back with Fred, so calling him wasn’t even an option. Bria was sleep, and Fred assured me that we would be back before she even woke up, so I let him convince me to leave her there alone, and we went to the casino and stayed there over three hours. I felt so stupid, because I gambled over four hundred dollars away and only came back with fifty. I’m also stupid for allowing this nigga to con me into leaving my daughter in the house by herself, especially when I knew that her little ass was good for taking cat naps. She was probably up ten minutes after we had left, but I was praying that she was still asleep.
We pulled up to my house and I quickly got out to make sure Bria was okay in there. If she wasn’t sleep, I knew she would run her little ass back to her daddy and tell him how I left her home by herself. I walked in the house and went to her bedroom, and she wasn’t there. I checked all three bathrooms, my room, the guestroom, and she wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I cursed, slapping myself for being so stupid as to leave my daughter home by herself. None of this occurred to me at the time that I had left. The worst thing that I expected to happen was that she would wake up while I wasn’t there, and then she would go and tell Dontae about it the very next time that she seen him; but damn, I never expected that she would be gone from out of the house.