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much shit could happen in one night. For a nigga like me, this was unheard of, and I was close to becoming undone. No one wants to see when that happens. “What the fuck is going on?”
    â€œMan, she tripping on ol’ girl,” Calico said.
    I looked over at Diana standing at the bar getting some drinks, oblivious to what was going on. I shook my head and pulled out a hundred dollars. “Pay my tab for me, man.” I handed the money to Calico. “And you”—I grabbed Ciara—“let’s go.”
    Ciara looked over her shoulder first at Calico then gave Diana an evil glare and grabbed my hand and came without hesitation. I wasn’t sure what that eye contact with Calico was about, but I was sure gon’ find out later. I didn’t trust Ciara one bit, but I was more irritated because I didn’t want Diana caught up in no bullshit because of me. I knew how Ciara and her girls could get, and I didn’t even want Diana caught up in that.
    I was drained as hell as I drove all the way to Chesapeake to take Ciara home. I was glad when I got to her crib. I didn’t even park, I just pulled up in front and hit the unlock button, a sign for her to get the fuck out.
    â€œDamn, you ain’t even gon’ come and see your kids,” Ciara spat.
    â€œDon’t even come at me like I’m some deadbeat dad. They should be ’sleep anyway.”
    â€œSo what?” She yelled as though I was around the block somewhere and not right in her face.
    I wouldn’t mind seeing my li’l fat rats , I thought. I swung the car around in a parking spot and hopped out. Then I followed Ciara to her apartment.
    As soon as she put the key in the door, I could hear the twins.
    â€œMommy’s home!” they yelled. They ran and hugged Ciara as she stepped through the door. “Hey, Mommy.”
    Kennedy was the first to see me. She yelled, “Daddd-dyyyy!” and rushed over and hugged me tight.
    I picked her and Reagan both up in my arms and kissed them. “What y’all still doing up?” I said as I sat on the couch.
    â€œWatching this damn Beyoncé DVD,” their aunt said, sounding exhausted. She’d been watching them all day while Ciara ran the streets.
    â€œA’ight, girls, time for bed.” I held my hands out for each of them to grab one. As we walked to their room, Reagan said, “Can you read us a bedtime story?”
    â€œYep. What y’all want me to read?”
    â€œ Dora ,” they both said in unison.
    â€œ Dora ? Nah, she a punk,” I said to tease the girls. “What about Diego?”
    Kennedy said right away, “Daddy, Diego is for boys. We are girls.”
    â€œA’ight, a’ight. Dora the Explorer , it is.”
    Once I got the girls tucked in and started to read Dora, they fell fast asleep. I looked at the time. It was already 3:00 A.M. Since I was comfortable, I decided to get in a quick nap.
    Three minutes after I closed my eyes, Ciara yelled, “Trayvon! Trayvon, wake up!”
    â€œYeah?” I wondered what the fuck she wanted.
    â€œCome get in the bed,” she said, grabbing my hand.
    I looked at the girls, who were both out for the count. I got up and kissed them on the cheeks then headed to Ciara’s room. I pulled off everything, except my boxers, and lay down, and she slid in beside me.
    Just as I was dozing off to sleep, I felt a hand glide against my dick. I turned on my back and looked over my right shoulder at Ciara. She was ass naked.
    Although my dick was saying yes, my mind was saying fuck no! There was no way I could fuck Ciara. She was already a crazy baby momma. If I fucked her, the bitch would really lose her mind. In her mind, that would mean we were getting back together, and no way in hell was that ever happening.
    â€œCome on, chill with that bullshit, Ciara.”
    â€œSo you trying to tell me you gon’ lay up in here next to me and not fuck me,