was sitting in his lap with his back against his chest. My eyes fell on him and I couldn't help but smile. He was a cutie, looking like a mini Jock, with his sleepy eyes, medium brown skin and full lips. Even the nonchalant expression he wore was all a reflection of Jock’s personality.
“Man, gon’ with that you didn’t know shit. I know you knew about him. Siah told Nonie, which meant that she told your ass. Y'all can't keep secrets for shit.” Jock wore a goofy ass grin as he looked up at me.
“Yeah, she told me, but you didn't,” I said and rolled my eyes before I moved past him to get my phone.
I had to check for messages from Red. The last thing I needed was for him to pop up on me with Jock and his baby all up in my spot.
“I would have told you, but you didn't ask me about it, so I figured you didn't care. I don't have shit to hide from you, Kiz. Especially not my son.”
I looked up from my phone and rolled my eyes at Jock before scrolling through my messages. I had one from Red saying that he got tied up and didn't know if he would make it back, but that he would call me later. I was a little relieved since Jock was at my house, but pissed that he wasn't coming back tonight.
“Why you frowning, Kizzie? That nigga stand you up?” Jock’s voice grasped my attention and my eyes were on him again.
“No, he didn't, but Red is not your business, just like that baby isn't mine. His mother know you brought him here?” I asked, just trying to feel him out on what type of relationship they had. Jock swore he wasn't committed to anyone, but if he had a kid, and a baby at that, then he was likely still messing with the mother.
“Her opinion don't matter, and chill with the slick shit. If you wanna know about her, just ask, Kiz.”
“I don't wanna know about her. It's none of my business. That’s your life, not mine.” I tried my best to sound confident.
Jock’s arrogant ass just laughed. “Yeah, aight. You say that shit now.” His son began to whine a little and was trying to shove his fist in his mouth, so Jock stood and moved toward me. “Yo, hold him for a sec so I can fix his bottle, or he’s about to light this bitch up screaming something terrible. His little ass greedy as fuck.” Jock grinned as he handed him off to me and then moved to the diaper bag that matched the grey and navy blanket that he had laid out on my bed.
He removed a bottle with powder in it, and a bottle of water before he lifted the dirty diaper that he had left on my bed and walked past me out of my room. I followed him to my kitchen, carrying his son in my arms. I nuzzled my face in his hair and sniffed before I did the same with his little neck. He smelled so good. I wanted to bite his little chunky cheeks, but I kissed them instead.
“What’s his name, Jock?” I asked as I watched his little face. He kept his eyes on Jock and the bottle that Jock was holding, which was cute to me.
“Jahari.”
I laughed. “A junior, huh? That makes sense, he looks just like you. I bet she was happy as fuck about that. There’s no way you can deny this one.”
“This one?” Jock questioned. “That's my only one, and why would I deny him, Kiz? That’s my seed right there.”
“’Cause niggas be on that, ‘that ain't mine’ type thing. You know how it goes.”
“Man, fuck that. Only a bitch ass muthafucker denies his seed, and that ain't me.”
My eyes moved to Jock, who poured water in the bottle he was holding, and then shook it up. His expression was serious, like I had somehow offended him by what I said, which I thought was cute. Jock was already sexy to me, but daddy Jock was making my kitty purr.
“You want me to get him or you wanna feed him?” Jock asked, breaking me out of my lustful state.
I didn't say anything; I just extended my hand to reach for the bottle. When I had it, I moved to the sofa and sat down and leaned Jahari back in my arms a little before I slid the nipple of the bottle between his
“Man, gon’ with that you didn’t know shit. I know you knew about him. Siah told Nonie, which meant that she told your ass. Y'all can't keep secrets for shit.” Jock wore a goofy ass grin as he looked up at me.
“Yeah, she told me, but you didn't,” I said and rolled my eyes before I moved past him to get my phone.
I had to check for messages from Red. The last thing I needed was for him to pop up on me with Jock and his baby all up in my spot.
“I would have told you, but you didn't ask me about it, so I figured you didn't care. I don't have shit to hide from you, Kiz. Especially not my son.”
I looked up from my phone and rolled my eyes at Jock before scrolling through my messages. I had one from Red saying that he got tied up and didn't know if he would make it back, but that he would call me later. I was a little relieved since Jock was at my house, but pissed that he wasn't coming back tonight.
“Why you frowning, Kizzie? That nigga stand you up?” Jock’s voice grasped my attention and my eyes were on him again.
“No, he didn't, but Red is not your business, just like that baby isn't mine. His mother know you brought him here?” I asked, just trying to feel him out on what type of relationship they had. Jock swore he wasn't committed to anyone, but if he had a kid, and a baby at that, then he was likely still messing with the mother.
“Her opinion don't matter, and chill with the slick shit. If you wanna know about her, just ask, Kiz.”
“I don't wanna know about her. It's none of my business. That’s your life, not mine.” I tried my best to sound confident.
Jock’s arrogant ass just laughed. “Yeah, aight. You say that shit now.” His son began to whine a little and was trying to shove his fist in his mouth, so Jock stood and moved toward me. “Yo, hold him for a sec so I can fix his bottle, or he’s about to light this bitch up screaming something terrible. His little ass greedy as fuck.” Jock grinned as he handed him off to me and then moved to the diaper bag that matched the grey and navy blanket that he had laid out on my bed.
He removed a bottle with powder in it, and a bottle of water before he lifted the dirty diaper that he had left on my bed and walked past me out of my room. I followed him to my kitchen, carrying his son in my arms. I nuzzled my face in his hair and sniffed before I did the same with his little neck. He smelled so good. I wanted to bite his little chunky cheeks, but I kissed them instead.
“What’s his name, Jock?” I asked as I watched his little face. He kept his eyes on Jock and the bottle that Jock was holding, which was cute to me.
“Jahari.”
I laughed. “A junior, huh? That makes sense, he looks just like you. I bet she was happy as fuck about that. There’s no way you can deny this one.”
“This one?” Jock questioned. “That's my only one, and why would I deny him, Kiz? That’s my seed right there.”
“’Cause niggas be on that, ‘that ain't mine’ type thing. You know how it goes.”
“Man, fuck that. Only a bitch ass muthafucker denies his seed, and that ain't me.”
My eyes moved to Jock, who poured water in the bottle he was holding, and then shook it up. His expression was serious, like I had somehow offended him by what I said, which I thought was cute. Jock was already sexy to me, but daddy Jock was making my kitty purr.
“You want me to get him or you wanna feed him?” Jock asked, breaking me out of my lustful state.
I didn't say anything; I just extended my hand to reach for the bottle. When I had it, I moved to the sofa and sat down and leaned Jahari back in my arms a little before I slid the nipple of the bottle between his
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