Honey

32.) Daddy's Love

Honey and Tristan showed up to Ross's house for his birthday where everyone had convened. Lovey had picked up Kara and Myia earlier because Myia and Lovey's niece liked to play together.

There were little children running all over the place. Anastasia was one of those children, Lea keeping an eye on her as she neared the pool. Although Tristan had taken Anastasia to a swimming class, and Lea had witnessed her baby swim, she wouldn't leave anything to chance.

Desmond and Bri came over, Bri scowling. "I got a daddy and eleven brothers," she warned.

"What he do, Bria?" Honey playfully wondered, nudging Desmond.

"He cut me off until we get married! Nigga ain't even put a ring on my finger!"

"So you gon go and inform ya pops that ya boyfriend not fucking you?" Desmond wondered, brow raised.

"Damn skippy."

"And this is okay... Why?" Tristan wondered.

Honey and Bri exchanged looks, bursting into giggles. If only Tristan knew their daddy like they did.

"Please! We're grown ass women, and if our nigga ain't scratching a itch, it lead Daddy to believe he don't pay enough attention. If we cool wit our man having multiple lovers, he cool too, but not if baby girl is neglected. Desmond you best gon 'head and whip it out for Bria'Jaye. Put this bitch out her heat!" Honey joked.

The women laughed, but Desmond frowned, and Tristan shook his head. "I did this to you, Honey. I am so sorry."

"Did what to me?"

"Addicted you to sex."

Honey rolled her eyes at her husband and turned back to Desmond and Bria'Jaye. "First of all, I'm not addicted to sex. I can quit anytime I want."

"Every addict's first line of defense," Tristan told her with a smug grin.

"Second of all," Honey continued, ignoring Tristan. "Even if I was, I betta get my fix when I want it because I do not have an issue with taking it from my man. It's mine."

Bri giggled at her sister, and Desmond couldn't help laughing just a little bit. Tristan knew she'd never have to take it because his horny ass was always willing.

"Where is my daddy, so I can tell him happy birthday," Honey said, looking around.

"Melissa dun took his old horny ass off somewhere," Bri told her. Honey laughed.

"See, now they is a damn mess. All five of 'em!"

Honey saw Myra and Cash talking, but Myra kept on her tough face, seeming uninterested in whatever Cash was saying. Honey was proud that the girl hadn't fallen prey to her brother's charm.

"Let me go find Daddy."

***

"Myra, baby, I'm sorry. What you want me to do? Or say?"

"Nothing. It won't matter. You took me too far, Cashmere. All I want with you is to raise our daughter. I don't need a man. If you could do it for me, I'll find a way to do it twice as good. I can fuck myself. At least then, I know I'm good. I'm clean. Nigga, not only did you give me chlamydia, you denied that you did, like I don't know who I been fucking. I came here to celebrate Sly's birthday, not listen to you begging. You look like a dog."

Cash frowned and looked at his sleeping daughter in his ex's lap. Now he realized what he'd done to their family. If Myra gave him half the chance, he'd never fuck up again.

Myra was really done. A man only had to give her a disease once. She loved Cash. All the time. She couldn't stop, though, she wished she could, but hurting without him beat hurting with him. At least without him he wasn't supposed to be there. That was the beauty of him not being there.