Forget Me Not

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Kid Lucas: Maddie, how you been

Madison: Awesome!

Kid Lucas: Okay, you do know that Mommy and Daddy are separated for a little, you hear me Laiyla

Laiyla: Yes!

Madison: But daddy loved us

Kid Lucas: He still does, he just isn't gonna be here for a while

Laiyla: So are you gonna be our dad?

I nearly choked, why would she say that? H*ll, I don't know, prolly is they dad right now.

Kid Lucas: Something like that🌞

Jadah walked through the door with her purple and black hair in a ponytail, green sports bra, and tight black leggings.

Kid Lucas: You done running?

Jadah: Yeah, what you doing?

Kid Lucas: Nothing, we waiting for yo sexy *ss

Madison and Laiyla laugh.

Jadah: Waiting on me for what

Kid Lucas: The mall, ma

At the mall>>

I bought her anything and everything she or they wanted. Sh*t cost me 2,500.00 but it was worth it for her.

Laiyla: Hey mommy, look it's daddy

Jadah: Oh sh*t🌍

Kid Lucas: Just talk to him

Jadah: There ain't sh*t to talk about and Restraining order remember??

Kid Lucas: Oh yeah,who's that with him

Jadah: His punk *ss sister

Kid Lucas: Why she coming over here?

Keyshia: Ayo, Jadah, yeah you b*tch

She punched her in the face and I pushed her off and helped her up.

Kid Lucas: What the f*ck, man?

Keyshia: So you thought it was over, you just hurt my brother and get away with it

Madison: Mommy?!

Jadah: Umm...baby, my nose is bleeding....🏠

Kid Lucas: Okay, umm wait here's a tissue

Jadah: Thanks

At the House>>

Laiyla: Daddy!!

Kid Lucas: Who me?

Laiyla: Yes, may I tell you something?

Kid Lucas: Yeah what?

Laiyla: Daddy hit mommy

Kid Lucas: When?

Laiyla: Before her birthday

Kid Lucas: Do she got a mark anywhere, mama?

Laiyla: I think on her collar bone🛀

Kid Lucas: Alright, so tell me why you call me daddy?

Laiyla: it's a secret, I like you more

Kid Lucas: Awww, I love you too

~~Really, they so cute but really comment down below but how you feel about this book?🏀🏀

~~5 chapters left🚑🚑

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