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unknownpisces002 · 3 months

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GREEN MILE.

“ Losing my mind, think I look good when I’m really just high. Scared of my life, can a bitch get by? Sick of listening to everyone else. Sick of my pride, sick of just saying shit, just to be nice. Sick of this world, how do I get by? Miles running wild in my head.”

Giovanna Ramos X Black Fem.

Summary

“Clarity is a state of mind. And freedom ain’t real either, so who’s sold you that lie?” A love story told in a therapy session, about two young girls that were once mad for one another. By a recovering drug addict, who’s life revolves entirely around the green mile of North Carolina.

That she so desperately wants to escape.

Word count: 2,259

Themes: friends to lovers, LGBT, derealization, coming out of the closet, growth, homophobia, substance abuse, summer, violence, mental health, religion, family problems and secrets, young adults, mature, self discovery, eventual fluff, eventual smut, therapy, North Carolina, countryside, poverty, trauma, urban romance, urban fiction, ghetto.

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Author’s Note

hi everyone! this is a story that i decided to transfer over from my wattpad account. that i recently just started at the end of december. because i felt the need to share it here, over on this platform as well.

so that all of you guys would also be able to read/ give me feedback on how it is, and what you’d like to see occur? as the story progresses on. so i hope that you all like it, and also feel free to follow me on wattpad as well! my username is supersensitivepisces on there 🧚🏽

also, inspiration to create this story? came from my love for Giovanna. ( she’s so aesthetically pleasing flf me.) as well as a movie that i had been watching, the day that i decided to publish this onto my account back in december.

PROLOGUE.

" I'll never meet a girl like you again. Out of everything I lost, I lost a friend. Tryna get over you, tryna convince myself every night. It's just another night, even though deep down I'm traumatized."

HASSAN

4 hassan

U r the omega of my heart. The foundation 4 my concept of love, when I think of what a black woman should be. It's you that I first think of.

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U will never fully understand how deeply my heart feels for you. I worry that we'll grow apart, and I'll end up losing you.

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U bring me to a climax without sex, and u do it all with regal grace. U r my heart in human form, a friend I could never replace.

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– from gio.

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11/7/18

Oak City Therapy

Lillington, NC

" When I was younger, around like five or six years old? I used to bug my mom and tell her about how I wanted to be a firefighter. So I could save lies and put out fires? Like the people who I'd watch on tv would do."

Tapping the tips of her fingertips onto the dark oak wood coffee table, that was located in the center of the dim lit office room. Giovanna kept her head facing downwards.

Finding that, refusing to make direct eye contact with her therapist of 3 years, who was named Marsha? Was far more comfortable and peaceful for her nerves, as well as her emotional state.

That had so desperately wanted to crumble and falter, into tiny small pieces of despair. But you see, that was the one thing on this fucked up planet, we call earth? That Giovanna was against.

Showing emotions and allowing herself to be vulnerable? Were just two things she'd rather die over, before she'd allow them to be seen by the entire world.

Or in this specific case? Her friends, along with her father. Who had played a humongous part, in why she chose to be nonchalant while acting unfazed? About majority of the things that would occur inside of her life.

".. I too? Used to dream of being a firefighter myself. When I was around that exact age, but I'm assuming that specific dream of yours must've gotten lost. Somewhere down the line as you aged up? If you aren't uncomfortable telling me about why or how? That occurred.."

Marsha eased her way into questioning the young woman who sat before her, slowly and hesitantly. Making sure that each of the words she'd spoken? Came out soft, in a calm and delicate manner.

As she leaned her backside up against her office chair, with eyes full of hope and wonder. That held a bit of gloominess inside them as well too. Once she noticed the way that Giovanna's breathing had begun to pick up a bit.

Just as her short, but not too short fingernails, that were painted a matte black color? Had begun to dig into the surface of the desk she sat at. Almost as if she were trying to dig a deep hole into the center of it, that would allow her to shield and hide herself away?

From having to answer the difficult question? That had been asked of her.

" ..I wouldn't say that my passion to accomplish that specific dream? Got lost. Because even after my mom had passed away, from having cancer? Apart of me still wanted to pursue that goal. But at the same time? Another part of me, like the part that held high hopes and expectations for things? Had diminished inside of me completely, after I lost my mom.."

" ..And I'm not really sure that if me being an only child, plays a part in that? Because don't get me wrong, I was loved wholeheartedly? By both of my parents equally when I was younger. But I don't know...sometimes now? Like when I'm alone or high from being off pills or something? I start to realize that really? It was only my mom that had loved me wholeheartedly back then.."

" Instead of it being my dad."

" And why is it, that you feel as if your father doesn't love you Giovanna?" Marsha continued to ask all the questions, that were written down onto her clipboard hesitantly.

Feeling an unsettling sensation begin to wash over her slowly. When Giovanna had taken it upon herself to shift around inside her seat. Which allowed the left sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt to rise. And give Marsha the opportunity, to catch a glimpse of all the fresh and faded scar markings that were present there.

From Giovanna, inflicting a significant amount of self harm unto herself.

" I know that he doesn't love me? Because he's voiced that statement every single day. Over the last twelve years? Repeatedly." Giovanna chuckled bitterly, all while gnawing on the inside of her jaw using her teeth.

" Me being a lesbian? Probably is another one of the reasons why he hates me too. But all in all? He just doesn't love or care for me period? In the way that a normal father would love their child."

And that fact alone? Was sadly true.

" Him not loving me or treating me properly? Doesn't bother me at all though. Because I'm used to it now, and I know that me saying that? Probably sounds stupid right? And it might also make you assume that I may or may not have Stockholm syndrome? Being that I'm okay with the fact that my father's been treating me like shit, while sometimes abusing me and more? For over twelve years."

" Yes, the way that you are going on about how his lack of love and affection, doesn't bother you? Does raise a few red flags for me. As far as you possibly being a victim of having Stockholm syndrome? But it also makes me worry more about your emotional and mental state? Even more. Being that when you really sit and sum up the timeframe, of you losing your mother? Down to your father's continuous abuse?"

" It seems that through all of that? You haven't been able to feel any of the proper care, love or attention? That a person who's endured losing a parent at a young age? Should get to feel. And that may also be another reason, as to why you feel the need to be so distant. While hiding away your true feelings, because honestly Giovanna? I'm gonna tell you something from my own personal experiences with life."

"..That have helped me find closure and peace? Within myself. After being a victim of my own? To some of the same exact problems that you've been having."

Sitting her clipboard aside, after grabbing a few tissues out of the box that was towards her right. Marsha had begun opening up about her past life, to Giovanna. As a way to encourage the younger woman and try to get through to her in a way, that talking and asking simple therapy questions? Couldn't do.

But of course? As always, Giovanna didn't care to hear any of it. Which allowed every word that left from out of Marsha's mouth, to enter inside of one ear, and come floating directly through the other.

Just as she found herself beginning to grow a bit offended, once Marsha had begun to talk about love and relationships. And how someone in Giovanna's state, didn't really need to engage in any form of romantic or sexual interactions? With another person.

Due to the lack of her father not showing her enough love or care properly? When she was a young age.

" I've been in love before." Were the first few words that left from out of Giovanna's mouth. As she cut into the middle of Marsha's speech, not really caring or giving a fuck if she had come off rude or not? After doing so.

" I'm actually in love right now? If you want me to be honest. I'm just not on speaking terms with the person? Who owns the other half of my heart right now."

" Really?" Marsha questioned slowly, sounding a bit shocked and caught off guard by Giovanna's statement.

" Mm-hm." Giovanna nodded her head slowly, feeling a small smile begin to form at the corners of her lips. Once the thought of her distant and angelic lover? Had begun to enter inside of her mind slowly.

" And why aren't the two of you on speaking terms? If you don't mind me asking."

" Because I'm..." Trailing off at the end of her sentence, Giovanna had begun to still her breathing. Just as her dark brown eyes started to glisten, and blur her vision up with tears.

" Because you're what, Giovanna?" Marsha pressed her for an answer, knowing almost immediately? What the younger girls response would've been like, once she re-opened up her mouth to speak.

" ..I'm damaged goods, Miss Marsha.."

" Like I have a heart, of course? And I know how to love and treat someone properly, even though I myself? Never got to receive that same exact treatment, from the people I deserved it from. I still know how to love and treat someone good? Despite that. But I just..."

" You're just a product of your environment. And even though treating someone kindly and loving them correctly? Doesn't come difficult. Sometimes accepting back that same love and energy? Can be a bit difficult. When all you've ever known was toxicity and dysfunction."

" But see, the thing about me accepting it back? Wasn't the problem Miss Marsha. The problem was my self esteem and my communication. Because there were times when I said things out of anger or out of being afraid? That had drove Hassan away from me too."

" Hassan?" Marsha repeated the name of Giovanna's lover slowly. " Hassan is such a pretty name, and I'm sure that she must be a pretty girl too? With how emotional and vulnerable you're getting while talking about her."

And that? She was indeed.

But of course, pretty? Wouldn't even be a suitable word to describe her at all. Because you see, Hassan? Was angelic. Just like everything else about her personality and character? Was too.

" Experiencing her love and even the attention she gave to me, before we ever became a thing? Was a privilege I wish that I never took for granted." Giovanna answered quietly, picking with the bracelet on her arm, that was giving to her by Hassan herself.

" And I know before, when I had first gotten here? I told you about how growing up as a child, with both of my parents while my mom was still alive? Was the time period where my want to do lots of things? Had been very strong."

" But even when she died and my dad became more hostile towards me? I still craved to be something or let alone somebody? Who'd be great. I just didn't know how or where to start first? For me to be able to accomplish any of those things period? Until I met Hassan.."

"..And she came into my world, allowing everything that once looked black and white? Turn colorful and vibrant. So that I could be guided out of my selfish, stuck up ways, and be the person who she swore up above to God and the heavens? That I was created to be."

" And what kind of person was that?" Marsha found herself growing a bit emotional as time passed, as she sat with her arms folded tightly. Trying not to make a fool out of herself, for crying and weeping over her client's newfound vulnerability and bravery.

That she had gained out of the blue, due to talking about her past. Or in this case? Still present lover. Who she wholeheartedly still loved very deeply, to this day.

" The kind of person who always showed patience and kindness, despite being robbed of all their goodness and purity? Far too early than I should've been. That's the kind of person? She saw me as. Even through the good, the bad and the ugly? She always looked at me, with eyes that held so much love and adoration. That at often times? I'd get scared."

" While wondering how a person like me? Could win over the heart of someone like her, you know? But even then after everything that's happened and changed over the years? I'd never stop loving her ever."

" And why is that Giovanna?"

" Because finding someone who'd love you through any and everything, despite the fact that you might not even deserve it at all? Is very fucking rare these days."

" And I have Hassan's heart? In the same exact way she has mine. So why would I ever let go or move onto someone else? When I know for certain that we'll find our way back to one another. Just like we always have? During the past."

" And you're willing to wait however long it may take, until that day ends up coming?"

" Oh? Absolutely." Giovanna's head nodded up and down quickly. " If I had to wait another year or even ten more? I'd do it without question."

" Because Hassan is worth the wait. And if I ended up having to grow old and wrinkly, just for that day to come back to me? I wouldn't have a problem with it at all."

" ..I'd just accept her back into my life fully, with open arms. Because that's all I've been wanting again and looking forward to? For the last two years."

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thatone-girly · 4 months

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❥ 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖺$$ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾.

“you don’t know babe, when you hold me and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing.”

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Kadeem Mathis. the most feared man in New York. his job is to run his kingpin, make money, and protect and provide for his daughter and his daughter’s mother. but what happens when a rival kingpin starts to target the two girls he loves most?

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 !

this is a fictional book! this is purely my imagination! there will be profanity, sexual content, graphic violence, etc.

nothing is to be used from this book without my permission! all you have to do is ask and i will say yes!

this story is very loosely based on Power Book III: Raising Kanan. some characters and storylines are not apart of the show, but created by me.

preview coming soon.

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archivedfilm · 9 months

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彡 WHAT’S THE POINT IF I’M GUARDIN’? - Nicki Minaj, MAKE ME PROUD

LIKE THEY INJURED CHRIS PAUL, YOU AIN’T GOT NO POINT! lmaoo .. Welcome to the home court of archivedfilm. i’m just here to expand my craft, i don’t play that all that stealin sh*t so please don’t come over here doing that, this place is drama free! If you’re feeling interested in expanding your stories or reading great stories, i recommend you look into this apartment complex.

SPUR OF THE MOMENT, I BALL LIKE GINÓBILI! i am apart of a lot toxic fanbases but i don’t care to argue over them or die behind them honestly. It’s too many to list so i’ll give you my top 5 stans: Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, NBA Youngboy, Ja Morant, & J Cole.

I’M GOOD WITH THE BALLPOINT GAME, FINGER ROLL! all of my works that i will be releasing in the time to come contains mature themes, explicit language,mentions of self-harm, sexual content, violence, death, substance/alcohol addiction. this is just a warning if any of those might trigger any of my future readers. a trigger warning will be placed on chapters containing any of those things, just because it’s only right of me to do so. my blog won’t solely just contain stories, music and aesthetically pleasing content will be posted here as well.

RUNNING DOWN THE COURT, I’M DUNKIN’ ON EM .. LISA LESLIE! let me introduce you to my works that i will be bringing here.

I. IN THE BLIND [ coming soon ] : this book was a urban thriller tale, in which two young adults were destined for one another since the day they were born, they must cross paths and get married before one of them becomes 25 or else, a plague will be placed on both of their houses(families).

II. A STRIPPERS’ WIN [ coming august 31,2023 ] : Who said you can’t find love in the club? cause Carmella would like to tell them that they're wrong. In which the hottest quarterback in the NFL falls for a stripper. His guys tried to convince to leave her alone, they thought he could do better but the heart wants what it wants. He was going to make her his, no matter what and even the outside noise wouldn't stop him. "You gotta work for this" were Carmella's words to him after his first attempt, he was willing to work for her cause in the end, he knew she'd be his.

THANKS TO @sushiwrote for introducing me to this network and her dedication to bringing writing to what it used to be!

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qbdatabase · 2 months

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Femme Like Her by Fiona Zedde Nailah only dates studs, races her Camaro for therapy, and leaves her exes in the past. But, with a layoff looming and her retired parents about to take a life-changing step Nailah isn’t ready for, her world becomes far from stable. Enter Scottie, the only femme she’s ever allowed close enough to touch her heart. View the full summary and rep info on wordpress!

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒙 [ 🎧 ] : now playing… 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐳 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 !

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-knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world- 🖌️💫🌏🌃🌟🌉🛸🌕🌌🌠✨✒️

This OC has the most boring name (Jack) (no offense, if your name is Jack), I’m still thinking of a cooler sounding name orz

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taylenking · 20 days

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Through the Fire (FTM x Fem)

Chef Naaji "Naz" Ofori is a young first-rate chef who's taking the city of Atlanta by storm. He's the author of award-winning cookbooks, a James Beard Award winner, and the owner of one of the hottest restaurants in the city: The Black Ambrosia. Naz's path to success while embracing his transgender identity has been anything but easy. However, he triumphed over all obstacles with his ambitious drive and the prayers of his Ghanaian mother. Everything about Naz screams the perfect man: handsome, talented, and rich, yet his love life is dormant. His picky nature keeps him single by choice, but he has his eyes on one particular woman. She may be out of his league, even for someone of his caliber.

Kaielle Bree "Kai" Havens is a fashion designer and owns the luxury streetwear brand: Haven's Gate. Once upon a time, she was Atlanta's top attraction, a skilled stripper at the city's leading gentleman's club. Now, celebrities and high fashion brands recruit her for her voguish, inventive designs. Kai spent most of last year healing from a toxic four-year relationship with her R&B superstar ex-boyfriend. Her friends and therapist suggest that it's time to return to the dating scene. And though Kai believes they are correct, the ghosts of her past still haunt her.

Naz and Kai are young, Black, successful business owners trying to navigate life, love, and business in the city of Atlanta. They possess the makings of a supreme pair, but can they transcend through the fire as life gets tough?

Top Ranking Achieved:

#1 in FTM

Vibe: healing journey, building a healthy relationship after experiencing abuse, embracing ancestors, a touch of hoodoo, friendships, abusive ex, neurodivergent, spicy scenes: “punishments,” top surgery but no bottom surgery (I have other FTM books with bottom surgery), humorous yet emotional (hits you in all the right feels)

Warning: This book contains adult language and adult topics pertaining to sex, sexuality, drug use, abuse, and trauma. Please read at your own discretion.

The first draft of the book can be read in full here (Wattpad).

Subscribe to my Substack, King's Palace Fiction, for free. You can request short stories there and get all the latest updates on my work! (I write about anyone black and queer! - Taylen (he/him)

CAST:

**These characters are completely fictional and in no terms related to the person they are portrayed as. Celebrities are only a representation of what the characters look like**

Kofi Siriboe as Naaji Kojo "Naz" Ofori (24)

Hometown: Houston, TX

Sign: Leo (August 5th, 1998)

Rx Status: Single

Most Relatable Song: WATERBOYZ- EARTHGANG, JID, & J. Cole / Most likely to succeed, most likely to smoke weed/Most likely to get money doin' somethin' I believe

Raised by a loving Ghanaian mother, Chef Naaji Ofori is a second-generation immigrant who makes his ancestors proud daily. Everyone with a pure soul adores Naz. His positive outlook on life is a motivation for those in his community. He's chill, humorous, always high, and is able to sweep nearly anyone attracted to men off their feet. Naz stays in the gym, either practicing his boxing skills or weightlifting. When he's not in the gym, he's at his restaurant, the Black Ambrosia Kitchen and Bar, which he owns with his ex. Oh, yeah, you read that right. The man co-owns a restaurant with his ex. It sounds messy, but the two are still good friends and are able to co-own the restaurant without any complications...for the most part. Chile, let's move on.

Shannon Thornton as Kaielle Bree "Kai" Havens (25)

Hometown: Atlanta, GA

Sign: Sagittarius (December 12th, 1997)

Rx Status: Single

Most Relatable Song: Far - SZA / Done being used, done playing stupid/Done faking cool (I don't want none of that shit, I don't want it)

You ever see a bad bitch so fine that you almost break your neck to get a second glance? That's Kai. She's that girl you remember seeing at Starbucks that one time and can't stop thinking, wondering, and fantasizing about. She has a spicy attitude that keeps you on your toes, though she's sweet at heart. Her style, slim-thick figure, and jaw-dropping facial features are out of this world. Though Kai looks like an angel walking on earth, she's been through a lot of hell in her life. Growing up in poverty, excelling in a toxic stripping environment, and surviving an abusive relationship, every weapon formed against her hasn't prospered. Thanks to her endurance, she has become one of the most innovative fashion designers in the world. Though she seems to have it all, she's just missing one thing. One thing that scares her, but she also can't help but long for: an intimate, romantic love.

Luke James as Jévon Marius "Jé Dove" Dove (34)

Hometown: New Orleans, LA

Sign: Gemini (June 3rd, 1988)

Rx Status: Single

Most Relatable Song: Nigga What, Nigga Who - JAY-Z / She want us to end cause I fucked her friend/She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again/ I seen her tears as she busted in/I said, "Shit..There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

Jé Dove is a certified hitmaker. He's that nigga that had hits since you were in middle school and still making hits while you cry about not having enough to cover rent for your high-ass apartment. Under his belt, he has eight Grammys and ten number-one hits. Women all over the world adore him and bust each other's heads open at his concerts to get closer to the stage. The world believes Jé is the most romantic man on earth. They believe he knows everything about love and how to make it. He sings falsities and the world has no idea. He doesn't even have any idea. To him, he was the perfect boyfriend to Kai, despite his one major mistake. He retired Kai from stripping. He funded her fashion design career. So what if he cheated on her occasionally or sometimes said things that hurt her feelings during their relationship? He isn't perfect. Anyone who experienced their little brother's last moments on this earth is going to be a little bit fucked up. It's been a year since their breakup, and while Kai is moving on, Jé still can't figure out how she could leave him over something so stupid. Who the hell does she think she is?

Smino as Hakeem Anthony "Lil Ballmane" Bridges (29)

Hometown: St. Louis, Missouri

Sign: Taurus (May 6th, 1993)

Rx Status: Married

Most Relatable Song: Powder Blue - Ty Dolla $ign (ft. Gunna) / I bought my shawty new Balenciaga, ain't come with no laces/I put some VV's all up in my teeth and they lookin' like braces

Hakeem is a carefree dude. He's all about having fun, standing up for what's right, supporting his community, and taking care of his family. He has been a top rapper in the game for a decade. His songs are odes to his childhood, his family, his wife, and his culture. He's a breath of fresh air compared to the other industry-manufactured songs and artists. Hakeem is the loving husband of Kierra and father to Milan. He's like a brother to Kai and one of Naz's best homies.

Victoria Monét as Kierra Alexandra Bridges (29)

Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia

Sign: Virgo (August 27th, 1993)

Rx Status: Married

Most Relatable Song: Golden - Jill Scott / I'm taking my freedom/Putting it in my stroll/I'll be high-steppin', y'all/Letting the joy unfold

Kierra's pen is not to be underestimated. She writes the biggest hits on the charts all while producing, writing, and performing music of her own. Kierra has an innocent soul and couldn't hurt a fly. Her words are uplifting and encouraging to her girlfriends and anyone else who's open to listening. When Kai has a problem, Kierra is the first person she runs to. Her bubbly, infectious personality is addicting and she's the glue to Kai's friend group. Hakeem is her high school sweetheart. Both are musical geniuses who put all their efforts into becoming financially stable off their music when Kierra became pregnant with their daughter, Milan, at only 16. They were more than successful, and now are expecting another child on the way.

J Alphonse Nicholson as Jordan Josiah "Jojo" Mills (28)

Hometown: Atlanta, GA

Sign: Virgo (September 18th, 1994)

Rx Status: Single, but he keep a li'l boo thang

Most Relatable Song: Close My Eyes - 21 Savage / I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog/I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog/I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

Jojo is the realest nigga since Jesus Christ himself. You can tell this man anything in the world and he's not going to tell a soul. He's always laid back, always high, and always saying some shit that'll make you...think. Don't let that stoner shit fool you though, he's intelligent, street-smart, and business savvy. Jojo is known as "The Plug of Atlanta." All celebrities in Atlanta get their weed from him. He got strains that motherfuckers never even heard of. He's so lowkey that the cops have no idea of his operation. He's not only Naz's supplier but also his best friend. They trust each other and love each other like brothers. Naz loves how chill Jojo is yet still interesting and just a bit weird and Jojo loves Naz's work ethic, humor, and authenticity. The two are a match made in heaven, and those edibles they make together are*chef's kiss.* Niggas that bake together stay together, I guess. I just pray that man never gets busted. I need my re-up.

Keke Palmer as Melody Alicia "Mel" Craft (25)

Hometown: Charlotte, NC

Sign: Aries (April 11th, 1997)

Rx Status: In a happy, safe, stress-free, completely healthy, loving lesbian relationship. Like for real, don't look at her. Her girl will cut you

Most Relatable Song: Small Reminders - Tinashe / When I get to the top it's a wrap/Ain't nobody telling me shit about shit and that's that

You know those cool ass stems that always just be minding their business, but all the bitches trying to fuck them even the straight ones? Yeah, that's Mel. All the girls try to get with her, but she's in a committed relationship with her fine-ass, Kehlani-looking girlfriend. Mel has the energy that can take over a room. She's an actress on the rise and she doesn't let her three best friends, Naz, Jojo, and Hakeem, forget it. Nah, for real, she's always doing some theatric ass shit. Anybody who fakes like they're choking at a restaurant just to test out their acting skills plays way too much. No matter how bad anyone's day is, Mel can make anyone laugh. Her personality is loud and borderline obnoxious, but sometimes she's able to calm down to give Naz advice.

Jasmine Tookes as Danai Michelle Baker (24)

Hometown: Oakland, California

Sign: Pisces (March 17th, 1998)

Rx Status: Single, but she open to spinnin' the block on one of her old thangs

Most Relatable Song: Hit Different (ft. Ty Dolla Sign) - SZA / Hit different when I'm sittin' here alone, all by myself/Hit different when I think you might be with somebody else

Them exes that you are still best friends with lowkey be the WORST. You both know it would never work, but y'all still care and love each other, and there's always that tiny bit of hope that maybe one day y'all will work shit out. But y'all WON'T. Y'all are not J-Lo and Ben, chile. Danai is Naz's ex-girlfriend. She's a talented chef in her own right and co-owns The Black Ambrosia with Naz. They'll always be in close proximity to each other. The two hype each other up, celebrate and encourage each other's successes. They claim they are only friends and will never be anything more again, but those random late-night booty calls say something else. You sending pics of your p#$$ÿ to a nigga you not in love with at 2 AM on a Wednesday morning? Bitch, be serious.

Megan Thee Stallion as Natisha Chloe "Big Chlo" Washington (27)

Hometown: Houston, TX

Sign: Scorpio (October 29th, 1995)

Rx Status: F.N.F.

Most Relatable Song: Numb - LINKIN PARK / Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes/Every step that I take is another mistake to you

If Jojo is the realest nigga since Jesus Christ then Chloe must be Mary. She's one of the first celebrities Kai met when she entered the industry and Chloe showed her nothing but love. The two instantly clicked and became best friends. Chloe is that friend that will give you that raw yet necessary advice. She won't dog you, but she's going to let you know if you got shit fucked up. At the moment, Chloe is on the top of the world. It's her fourth year in the rap game and she's already being deemed one of the best rappers, period. Her flow and lyricism are unique and all her songs hit the top of the charts. Trying to adjust to the fame and meeting deadlines for her album, she doesn't have much time for a partner, but she always finds time for her girls: Kai, Kierra and Tati.

Coco Jones as Tatiana Kristen "Tati" West (26)

Hometown: Charleston, SC

Sign: Cancer (June 25th, 1996)

Rx Status: She, herself and her rose toy

Most Relatable Song: Lonely - Chloe x Halle / I know you wish you had somebody to hold/It don't have to be lonely being alone

Sometimes a bitch just wants to be in love, and not on any delusional shit, real and reciprocated love. I just heard Tati scream, "Amen!" Tati has had her share of relationships, but often, she finds herself more in love than the other person in the relationship. All she wants to do is feel like Sanaa Lathan in a '90s romance movie. But there's no romantic niggas in Atlanta, at least not any that want her. When she's not fantasizing about the perfect partner or swiping left, right, up, and down on dating apps, she's running her lucrative photography business or getting into shenanigans with her homegirls. One thing about Tati, she's fine as hell and she's 'bout her business. She'll meet that right person one day. For now, she'll stay Netflixing and chilling alone in bed with popcorn kernels digging into her skin, chile

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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖭𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟪𝟫𝟧

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌.

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾�� 𝖷𝖷𝖵𝖨💔: 𝖯𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝖠 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Nazanin's POV

"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 later, babe. Love you." I bogusly smiled, kissing my boyfriend on the cheek.

"Love you too." He replied, keeping his attention on the table.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I walked out of the door. I stepped off the elevator to Eva's rental car and got in the driver's seat. After starting it up, I drove around the block and parked several vehicles behind Marcos.

About forty-five minutes passed when I saw Marcos walk out of the apartment building. I turned the car on and waited until he pulled out of his parking spot to follow him.

It was a good twenty minutes that I followed him until he pulled into a space at the park. I knew he was here meeting that bitch Destini. He got out of the car, walked to a picnic table, and hugged Destini.

The fucking nerve of him hugging his ex-girlfriend, then turning around and coming home to me. They sat at the picnic table talking, laughing in each other's faces like a big happy family. My blood boiled as I watched them. That rage came over me.

My breathing got heavy, and I just exploded. I banged my fists on the steering wheel repeatedly. How fucking dare Marcos treat me like this? I've given up everything to be with him. How could Marcos do this to me?

Watching them, I knew he could NOT get away with treating me like this. He must learn that there are consequences to cheating on me. Pulling out of the parking lot, I drove down the road and went to Eva Marie's house. I typed in the gate code and walked upstairs to her apartment. Within seconds she answered the door after I knocked on it.

"Hey boo, what's wrong?" Eva asked, eyeing the expression on my face.

"I can't take this shit anymore!" I screamed, grabbing a throw pillow off the sofa and tossing it across the room.

"What happened now?" My best friend asked, closing the front door.

"I followed Marcos before I got here and saw him go to his baby mama's house and hugged when she answered the door," I explained, plopping on my best friend's sofa.

"Did you confront him?" Eva questioned, sitting next to me on the couch.

"No," I answered, shaking my head.

"You should've. There's no way he should get away with that." My best friend pointed out, shaking her head.

"I know that, Eva. I don't know what I should do." I replied, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"Do you want to get back at them or what?" My best friend questioned as a wicked grin appeared on her face.

"I do." I nodded, smirking at her.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Something they'll never forget." I grinned as the wheels in my mind started spinning. A grin came to my face as I explained to her my brilliant plan.

"I love your way of thinking." Eva nodded in agreement, smiling at me.

"By the time we're through with them, they'll never forget about me." I laughed, rubbing my hands together.

"Which is exactly why we're best friends." Eva smiled, hugging me lovingly.

Destini's POV

I stood in the kitchen with Alayah as we rolled dough in our hands. She wanted something sweet, so I decided to make chocolate chip cookies.

"Roll the dough and put it on the pan," I instructed my daughter as she had trouble rolling the cookie mix.

"Like this?" Alayah asked, looking at me for confirmation.

"Exactly. Good job, my love." I nodded, smiling as I leaned down and kissed her cheek

Aaliyah placed the last rolled-up dough on the pan, and I set it in the oven. She wanted to set the timer to twelve minutes, so I allowed her to do that because she wanted to help.

"How long do we have to wait again?" My daughter questioned, stepping off the stool.

"Twelve minutes," I replied, cleaning up the mess.

I put all the ingredients away and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the chocolate chip treats to be ready. While the cookies were baking in the oven, I scrolled through Instagram on my phone when I came across a post that Marcos made.

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝟮𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗶

𝗦𝘄𝗶𝗽𝗲🔘⚫️

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗼 & 𝟥,𝟩𝟣𝟤 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝟮𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝖬𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾❤️‍🔥

👤 𝗶𝘁𝘇𝘇.𝗻𝗮𝘇

𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝟨𝟢𝟢 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗼 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽😂

➝ 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝟮𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

↳ 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲.𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝖫𝗆𝖿𝖺𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽🤣

↳ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆.𝗼𝗳.𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝖮𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉👏

↳ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝖨𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀🥹

𝗶𝘁𝘇𝘇.𝗻𝗮𝘇 𝖶𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌🤨

↳ 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲.𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽🤨

↳ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝖡𝖺𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿😒

↳ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆.𝗼𝗳.𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗂 𝗐𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗄𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟬𝟭 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍

↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟬𝟯 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾😒

↳ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁🤣

↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟬𝟲 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾😎

↳ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆.𝗼𝗳.𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍😂

I laughed at the comments of my friends before the timer went off. Alayah screeched as she came running into the kitchen.

"COOKIES!" She screamed excitedly, jumping up and down.

"Stay right there next to the counter. It's hot." I replied, placing an oven mitt on my right hand.

Carefully, I pulled the pan out and placed each hot cookie on the rack to cool off.

Twenty minutes afterward, I picked up a cookie and bit into it, hissing at the heat of it. I grabbed another one and handed it to my daughter. She bit into the treat, and her eyes lit up.

"It's so good, Mommy," Alayah said, nodding in approval.

"I know. We did good." I smiled, giving my daughter a high-five.

"Let's make chocolate milk." My daughter beamed excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

"You got it," I replied, laughing as she made a silly face.

Grabbing the gallon from the fridge, Alayah picked up the syrup while I got two cups out of the cabinet. I helped her pour the milk, and she squeezed the chocolate inside the mugs. My daughter handed me a spoon, and we mixed the contents in the glass. There was never a moment in my life as a mother where I didn't want to be around my child because I love her with every fiber in my body. I enjoyed our little moments together and cherish them.

I'm glad I ended up having her because when I found out, I was hesitant about raising a baby, especially by myself when Marcos was locked up.

Marcos's POV

I stood outside the ring shadowboxing near the heavy bag as Dominic prepared to spar coach me. He walked over to me.

"So, for today's lesson, we will work on your punching power drills," Dominic announced as he checked the wraps on my wrists.

"Got it," I replied, nodding in approval.

"So, each round, you're going to throw your fist as hard as you can against the bag," Dominic instructed, showing me a demonstration. "The first round is going to be your jabs. Each round is two minutes long."

Once Dominic started the timer, I began punching the solid bag with some force, imagining it was Destini's boyfriend's face. The day Leo and I went to Kareem's job, and he brought up my past, it replayed in my mind, making my blood boil. Who does Kareem think he is? Does he think he can walk into the picture and take over my spot? Fuck no, because I won't allow it.

My heart pounded in my chest, and adrenaline coursed through my veins. All I could see was Kareem's face smirking at me when he brought up my past as if he knew me. The image of Destini flaunting a wedding ring on her finger that wasn't given to her by me flashed through my mind, and I lost it. Everything around me disappeared, and I unleashed everything I had inside me. Releasing a side of me I didn't know I had.

Everything around me faded away, and I found myself demolishing Kareem's face. His nose was busted and bleeding, his eyes were swollen shut, and I think he was missing a few teeth. It wasn't until I felt Dominic's hand on my shoulder that I snapped out of it.

"Hey man, calm down some, yeah?" He replied, patting my arm.

Heavily breathing, I backed away from the punching bag and walked away with my hands on my hips to catch my breath. It took between five to ten minutes to breathe. Dominic checked on me, asking if I was okay, and I nodded.

"I'm good," I assured, nodding as I returned to the punching bag.

"You sure?" He asked, staring at me.

"Yeah, man, I'm good. Let's go." I nodded, stretching my arms and shoulders.

My trainer nodded his head, and we got back to my workout. The next round I focused on was my cross punches. I mastered the textbook technique, developed speed & power, learned how to set up my crosses, punched through the targets, and turned the punches over. Overall, the entire workout was exhausting but thrilling. Every muscle in my arms burned.

Grabbing my gym bag, I found my water bottle and gulped a decent amount. I waved goodbye to Dominic and left the building to my car. I climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I decided to call Destini.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Hello?

What are you doing?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Nothing. I'm watching Coco with Alayah, why?

Is it okay if I pick her up and drop her off in the morning?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Sure. She's been asking for you all day anyway.

Okay, I'm going home first to shower, and I'll pick her up in thirty minutes.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - She'll be ready.

Thanks, Des.

Smiling, I hung up the phone and continued driving. Once I got home, I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked to my bathroom to shower. As I cleaned myself, I didn't hear Nazanin enter the bathroom. I jumped out of my skin when she pulled the curtain back.

"So you won't speak to me when you come in the house now?" She questioned, standing with her arms crossed.

"Oh, díos mío, Nazanin. Empieza a llamar." I gasped, looking at her. ( "Oh my god, Nazanin. Start knocking." )

"Sorry, but answer my question." My girlfriend demanded, leaning against the shower frame.

"I'm sorry. I'm late picking up Alayah, so I'm trying to hurry." I replied, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around my waist.

"You didn't tell me you were picking her up today," Nazanin said, following me to the bedroom.

Upon hearing that, I turned and looked at her confusedly. "Do I have to?"

"Well, if you're going to be around Destini, then yes." She nodded, giving me an ugly facial expression.

"Oh, my god, not this again." I groaned, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my clothes. "I'm only going to pick up Alayah and bring her back. She's spending the night."

"Well, I'm going with you anyway." She responded and walked out of the room before I could protest.

I shook my head as I got dressed. Walking to the living room, I grabbed my keys off the counter, and Nazanin followed me. We got in my car, and I drove to Destini's house. The same place I used to call home. When I arrived, I parked and looked at Nazanin.

"Look, don't start any shit, please," I begged, making her roll her eyes. "Not in front of my daughter."

"As long as she doesn't say anything to me, we're good." She replied, shaking her head.

I sighed, shaking my head as I exited the car. Walking to the front door, I rang the doorbell and waited for Destini to answer. Finally, she opened the door with Alayah, smiling at me.

"Hi, Daddy." My daughter grinned, staring at me.

"Hello, baby girl. How are you?" I smiled, kissing her cheek.

"I missed you." She replied, smiling, showing all of her teeth. "Oh, me and Mommy made chocolate chip cookies."

"Mmm, they look good. I missed you too." I laughed, kissing her cheek again. "Have you been good for mommy?"

"Always," Alayah responded, nodding at my question.

Looking at Destini, she sarcastically smiled at me, waving her hand. "Do you want her back at a certain time?"

"No, you can drop her off whenever you'd like. All you have to do is call me." The mother of my child replied, shrugging her shoulders. She adverted her attention behind me at my car. "Is that your wife?"

"Don't start, please." I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"She's the one that said it." She pettily replied, grinning at me

"Anyway, I'll see you later." I smiled, waving at her.

"Bye, mommy." My daughter grinned, hugging her mother.

"Have fun with daddy," Destini responded, kissing her forehead.

"Okay," Alayah said, running to the car.

I helped Alayah into the pink booster, buckled her in, and got in the driver's seat. After starting the engine, I drove the car and headed home. Walking into the apartment, I set my daughter on her feet and grabbed her hand.

"I have a surprise for you." I smiled, looking at Alayah.

"What is it?" She giggled, bouncing on her feet.

Smiling at her eagerness, I led her to the door that led to her bedroom. Opening it, I watched her look around, and when she realized it, her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Is this my room?" Alayah asks, beaming with happiness.

"Yes, it is. So when you come over, you have a room at Daddy's house with many toys." I nodded, answering her.

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy." My daughter smiled, hugging my neck.

"You're welcome, baby girl." I returned the gesture, hugging her.

Alayah ran inside, went under the bunk bed, and sat in the chair. She grabbed the stuffed doll and started playing with it, laughing and being a child. There was nothing more in this world I loved the most than seeing my daughter smile. Her bright smile made my heart swell. I didn't wish my life had changed without seeing her beautiful face.

Walking to the living room, I sat on the couch and turned the TV on to an NFL game. Playing ahi at each other is the Dallas Cowboys vs the Los Angeles Rams. About ten minutes later, I heard little feet approaching me and saw Alayah. She climbed on the couch and sat next to me.

"I like football." She said, looking at me.

"How do you know this is football?" I asked, nodding my head to the TV.

"I watch it with Papa. His favorite team is the Cowboys." Alayah replied, smiling at me.

"You're so smart," I responded, kissing her head.

The Rams started the game with Brett Maher kicking the ball from number 35 on Dallas to his team 20 for 23 yards, resulting in a punt. Quarterback Dak Prescott passed a short left to Jason Witten, giving the Rams a penalty. Prescott hiked the ball to Tony Pollard, and he ran to the end zone.

"TOUCHDOWN!!" Alayah screamed, jumping to her feet.

"What do you know about touchdowns?" I asked, laughing at her facial expression.

"Papa taught me. He said when a player has the ball and runs to the end, that means a touchdown." She explained, nodding as she sat back down.

"Your papa is right," I replied, pulling her into my arms.

The two of us continued watching the game until it was over, scoring with Dallas taking the win at 14 - 10.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Alayah announced, looking at me.

"¿Qué te gustaría comer?" I asked, smiling at her beautiful face. ( "What would you like to eat?" )

"Caine's." She nodded, clapping her hands.

"Okay, I'll order it," I replied, opening the UberEats app on my phone.

I added the food to my cart and ordered it. Within five minutes, someone accepted the order and drove to pick it up. Since the restaurant was a block away, it took about fifteen minutes for the Uber driver to deliver it to the door. After retrieving the food, I gave the delivery guy an extra tip and closed the door. I sat on the couch, handed my daughter her tenders, and walked to my bedroom to give Nazanin hers because if I didn't, she'd be upset.

Opening the door, I found her sitting against the headboard, scrolling on her phone. "Thank you, but you didn't have to."

"No, it's okay. Alayah got hungry and wanted Raising Caine's." I replied, shrugging my shoulders."

"Oh, thank you." She nodded, setting her phone down.

"You're welcome," I responded, smiling at her.

Walking back to the living room, I grabbed my container and started eating my food, enjoying my time with my daughter. I know times like this I won't be able to get back, so I cherish moments like these with her to look back on the times when she was younger. As I've said before, I don't wish Destini didn't have Alayah because she is loved, and I would do anything for her. I'd drop anything I'm doing and come to her rescue, Alayah and Destini's support. I just wished that Destini and I didn't end on the terms that we did.

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