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“No, Javyous, I wasn’t trying to keep secrets, I swear. Sh-she was just so distraught and made me promise,” I cried.
“I don’t give a fuck, Kehlani!” he roared. “I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit. I would never keep anything from you. You were damn near in tears when Zach mentioned me wanting my own sports drink earlier because I hadn’t told you about it, but you keep shit like this from me? Move, please.”
Tears were cascading down my face as I looked up at him. I knew I should have told him, but I figured if I did it would do more damage than good.
“Where are you going?’
“The couch, now please move.”
Relief washed over me when he said that. I just didn’t want him to leave. Reluctantly, I stepped to the side and allowed him to exit the room. I wasn’t out of the woods yet though because his words were haunting me.
Was he going to leave me?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Javyous
A nigga felt like he had just fallen asleep when I felt pressure on my chest and legs. Peeling one of my eyes open, I noticed my favorite two little humans peering up at me. When Jocey noticed that I was up, she placed her hands on each side of my face and pushed my cheeks together. Laughing, I moved her hands and tugged the both of them upward.
“What y’all doing up so early?”
“I’m hungry,” Si said.
“And I’m not sleepy,” Jocey added.
“Word, well ya’ boy is tired as hell. Where’s your mama?”
“In her room. She’s sad.” Jocey looked sad when she answered and her voice matched. A nigga felt like shit quickly knowing that our argument was the reason that their mother was sad.
I was pissed at Kehlani for hiding some shit that major from me, but I knew she meant well. Thinking about how she possibly felt was what had me up all fucking morning staring at the ceiling. I hated to see and hear her crying and I hated to be the reason why even more, but the shit was foul. I would have neverkept no shit like that from her, so I wanted her to have that same energy for me.
“Aight, let’s get y’all some food then I will go check on Mommy, aight?”
“Aight.” Si nodded happily before hopping off of me followed by his sister who was equally happy.
“Before we go though, I want to apologize to the two of you though. I never want you to witness me act how I did yesterday.”
“But you were protecting Mommy,” Jocey argued, looking at me with those big pretty brown eyes.
“Yeah, a man is supposed to protect his woman,” Si added.
“Naw, no doubt, but I ain’t trying to be out here fighting your father and shit. I don’t ever want you to think I’m trying to replace him; I just want to be another person in your lives that loves you.”
“Okay.” Jocey beamed, hugging me around my neck followed by her brother.
“Aight, let’s get to these waffles.” I grinned, rising from my place on the couch.
“Can I get the birthday cake waffles, JV?” my princess asked me.
Reaching to lift her up on my shoulder on our way I replied, “Whatever you want, baby girl.”
“I want blueberries in mine, JV,” Si said.
“And can we help you cook them?” Jocey asked.
I’d set her on the counter next to the sink so that I could wash my hands. A nigga couldn’t really cook shit, but I knew how to work the fuck out of the waffle maker that we had. Lani already had the shit set up to tell us when the shits were ready.
“Aight, we gon’ hook these shits up, but if something fuck up I’m gon’ tell y’all mama that it was y’all fault.”
