Unrequited

XXIII

Raymonte's POV

I stumbled into the kitchen with my eyes damn near closed and saw Regal standing at the stove cooking breakfast with DJ on her hip.

When she noticed me, she turned to raise an eyebrow at me. "Good morning, sinner." She said with a grin, making me groan and roll my eyes. "You call him Chulo a lot, by the way."

"Leave me alone, I just missed them." I muttered as I hopped up onto the counter.

"They tore yo ass up, huh?" She chuckled, making me nod my head as I let out a content sigh. "Was you bent or doin' the bendin' because I honestly couldn't tell."

"Fuck you." I groaned, then smiled. "I was doin' the bendin'—Still felt like he put it down on me, though."

Diamond and Donnie both somehow make me feel like I'm bottoming when I'm topping. I guess it's just because they're both so dominant.

Maybe one day I'll manage to actually dominate them... Well, Diamond. I don't think it's possible to dominate a nigga like Donnie.

"You let that nigga bitch you?" Regal laughed while covering DJ's ears, making me smack my lips and glare at her.

"He probably bitched you too, shut up." I muttered, and Regal turned to raise her brows at me.

"Diamond couldn't bitch me on my worst day." She responded. I gave her a confused look, making her continue. "Sometimes he was in charge, sometimes I was in charge—But trust, the only one of us ever gettin' bitched was him."

With that said, she uncovered DJ's ears and went back to cooking.

So I'm the only nigga who can't bitch Diamond? ... It's not even my fault, really. Donnie could bitch anyone and Regal just seems like she got it like that.

Whatever. I still made him cum—A win is a win.

"Wassup wit' you, hijo?" I asked DJ who still looked like he was waking up as he clung to his mother. He slowly blinked at me, then held his arms out at me until I picked him up with a chuckle. "You sleepy man?"

He nodded his head and laid his head on my shoulder, then popped it right back up a few seconds later. "Where my daddy and my Dommie?" He asked quietly.

I didn't even know he could be quiet.

"Daddy and Dommie are still chillin' upstairs, man." I explained and watched as he immediately smacked his lips. He really does look and act just like Diamond. "Man... Were you even in the room when he was born?" I asked Regal, making her let out a laugh.

"He look just like that nigga don't he?" She chuckled with a shake of her head. "Even talk like him... Or yell like him. Sweet baby realized his daddy couldn't hear him too well and hasn't had an inside voice since."

Huh... That makes so much sense. I thought the kid just liked to yell. "You talk loud so yo daddy can hear you, hijo?" I asked, and the little boy immediately started giggling. "Why are you laughing, crazy? Answer the question."

"My daddy say Huh? What? Speak up!" DJ explained, making Regal and I start laughing along with him.

"I'm tellin' yo daddy you was talkin' mess 'bout him." Regal threatened while pointing a finger at him, and DJ let out a dramatic gasp and put his little hand over his heart—just like his daddy.

"Who was talkin' mess?" I heard from the entrance of the kitchen, making us all turn to face the source.

Once I saw Diamond, a smile immediately spread across my face.