Random Imagines

Daddy's Girl (End)

**Warning!! Long part ahead**

(Dave's pov)

I laid across Bully's couch while he rummaged through the fridge finding something to eat. Its been two months since Odell told me he was going to get Tay pregnant. She blocked me on all social media, blocked Bully, Nipsey, and Fab. I can't even lurk like I want to. And fucking Odell did the same.

Only time I see Taylor is when a blog posts her or I look through her hash tag. She has this new glow, I don't know what the hell it is that's causing it but it looks gorgeous on her. "Nigga if you ain't gone do shit but mope around my house, at least go to the store and get something to eat." Bully said sitting on the other couch.

I got up and made my way to my car. I went to Target and instantly got distracted when I was walking pass the card section. I heard someone crying, I ain't ever seem someone crying in a store. How ass does ya life gotta be for you to do that shit? Me being the nosey muthafuka I am, turned around and decided to pretend that I was looking for a birthday card, just to see who was crying.

I glanced over and saw Taylor looking through birthday cards, while she cried. I instantly went into my protective mode. "Are you ok?" I asked, instantly calling muself a dumbass in my head. She obviously isn't if she's in the middle of Target crying.

Her bloodshot eyes looked up at me. She had slight bags under her eyes, and she looked as if she didn't even have the strength to be annoyed by me. "My bad, that was stupid to ask. I promise I didn't stalk you here. I just saw you and, well, I don't know why you're crying but, whatever the reason is, I'm sorry it took yoour happiness away." I said before beginning to walk away.

"My dad is dying." She blurted out. I turned around, seeing her put a card down and grab another one. "Tay-" I started. "I'm pregnant, and they said he won't be here much longer, so, I came to get birthday cards and holiday cards and graduation cards for him to sign since he won't be here for my baby. And I hate that I have to. My sisters, they have kids old enough to remember him, he's gonna remember them. He won't see my baby, and he's been waiting for so long for me to have one. And it's not fair that God is taking him before he can see it amd hold it and love it as much as he loves his other grandkids. He won't be here to walk me down the aisle when I get married, I won't be able to dance with him after I say I do...I don't care, call me selfish or pathetic or whatever but it's not fair to me or my baby." She said crying harder.

I pulled her into my embrace as she cried. She loves her dad more than anything. He's always been her motivation and a huge part of her being the way she is now. He raised such a confident, beautiful, generous daughter, I hate hearing this about him. Don't get me wrong, we haven't always gotten along especially if I made her upset or something, he might have tried to shoot me a couple of times. But I appreciate him for molding Taylor into the woman I know, it's not many women like her these days.

"I really hate to hear this Taylor. I do. You're not being selfish or anything, anyone would feel like this. And I know you're hurting I can see it, but when it's over, and that day comes, he won't be sick and hurting anymore. No matter what, he'll be here watching over you and your baby. Like he said, you're his princess, he's always gonna have a eye on you." I said trying to make her feel better.

She nodded, before pulling away from me. She took some deep breaths and wiped her eyes. Between processing her dad dying and me wishing she was mine again, I realized that she said she's pregnant. Odell really must have did it, bitch ass nigga.