Ciara Iverson
"Baby, somebody texted you." Keenan informed me.
"Just go ahead and check it for me. It can't be anybody too important." I continued chopping the vegetables I was preparing for dinner tonight.
"It's Jacquees. He talking about y'all need to talk," Keenan scoffed. "What y'all need to talk about?"
I laughed and wiped my hands before grabbing my phone. I couldn't honestly say what Jacquees meant by this text, because it was never easy to tell with him. However, due to the boundaries we'd set in place so long ago, I knew it couldn't be anything too serious. No matter how innocent, I did have to get to the bottom of this. I didn't want my man worrying about somebody that I left in the past.
I sent Jacquees a quick reply before going to sit on Keenan's lap. "I'm sure it's nothing, babe. Probably something concerning Aubri."
"It better be. I ain't going for none of that 'Mr. Steal Your Girl' bullshit." Keenan huffed.
Before I could even make a joke about how silly Keenan was acting, my phone buzzed again.
From: Jacquees
Now. Call me.
I frowned at my phone before slowly sliding off of Keenan's lap. I decided against telling him what the text said and snuck into one of the backrooms while he busied himself in the kitchen. I hated feeling like I was sneaking around, but I had to see what was up.
"Hello?" Jacquees's deep voice sounded as he answered the phone.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Y-You wanted to talk about something?"
Suddenly, my hands were kind of clammy. I didn't understand why I was so nervous all of a sudden. Jacquees and I had been over and done with for many years. I shouldn't have still had feelings for him, outside of him being the father of my child.
"Yeah, C. Don't make this into no big deal or no shit like that, but I don't like Aubrielle calling dat' nigga daddy, " Jacquees complained. "Now let me finish befo' you start trippin' and shit. I get y'all been togetha' for a minute or whatever, but I'm ha' fuckin' daddy, not him. I'm not no fuckin' dead beat or no shit like dat', so I feel like it shouldn't be a problem for you ta' fix dis' one thing' for me."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Okay, Jacquees. Is that all?"
"I'm serious, C. Don't just let dis' shit go in one ear and out the otha'. If I had somebody around me, I wouldn't let El call ha' momma outta' respect fa' you."
"I see what you're saying, but honestly I feel as if you should talk to her about it. She doesn't call him 'daddy' when she's around us. She calls him by his name, because that's what I told her it was okay to call him."
"You not listening. She called that nigga 'daddy' just a few minutes ago, Ciara. I don't like dat' shit, for real. Talk to him, do whateva'. I don't care, but dat' shit gotta go." Jacquees argued.
"Well, Jacquees, it was nice talking to you but I have to go get dinner ready for my man. So if there's nothing else?" I trailed off. Jacquees was still the dramatic asshole he had become when I'd left him.
"Man, fix that shit befo' I do, ya' hear me?" He spat before hanging up.
I couldn't do anything but roll my eyes. Jacquees was so fucking immature. He would never change. Therefore, there's no way in hell we could do anything other that co-parent.
