Daddy's Little Girl

Problems

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Mike POV

"Ma I'm on my way.." I said in to the phone. I decided to go pick Cayla up today since I was home alone with shit to do, I went and got a line up and shit but I missed my baby girl.

That bullshit Shanti pulled last night really pissed me off. This why I knew I shouldn't have got involved with a female. Mike and Cayla was fine all by our damn selves. But nah I had to try it since Cayla needed a 'Woman Figure', hell Shanti not even a good woman figure for my damn daughter. I can admit I was probably wrong for taking the house because she has a child, I didn't think about that but shit...I bought it.

"For what boy and When you get here I'm beating ya ass." She scoffed in to the phone. I was confused as hell on what she was talking about. "What I do mama?"

She hung up the phone in my face. I sighed and turned down the road heading to her house. A few minutes after riding I pulled in to her driveway.
"Bring your ass here." My mom said swinging the door open with a belt in her hand.

"Ma fr stop playing." I laughed. She know I'm to Damn old to be getting whippings from her little ass. "Daddy!!!" I yelled as my mom swatted my butt with the belt. I tried to block the hit but that shit made it worse.

"Mary stop!!" My dad laughed picking my her up and carrying her back in to the house. I shook my head and followed behind. "What the hell is wrong with you Michael?!" My mom yelled. She ain't never call me by my full name. Hell, I don't even call my damn self my government name, so I knew she was upset.

"what I do now mama?" I asked confused. I honestly didn't know what the hell I did so wrong. "You kicked that girl out just because she a stripper? Then you took the house back after you bought it for her, she has a child!!!!" She yelled hitting me with the belt.

"Ma chill fr with the belt" I said moving away from her. Them hits her like a mf. "and I didn't kick her out because she a stripper mama I kicked her out because her ass should've stayed in the house until I got back home. Not on stage with a injured damn leg stripping butt ass naked. Then she had the nerves to say she needed the money ma " I added.

My mom stared blankly at me not saying anything. She had anger all on her face. "Did she tell you about this?" I asked. I'm still trying to figure out how the hell my mom found out. Shit get around the streets fast..but not this damn fast. "She called me crying last night Michael. She doesn't have anywhere to go so she called me and asked could she stay here until she finds an apartment."

"I hope you said no" I yelled a little. That earned me a slap to my face. I was getting pissed off with all these licks my mom was passing. "Stop hitting the damn boy Mary." My dad added. "When she get here Mike yall talking this shit out. I bet she didn't flip this much when you told her you were a drug lord, now did she?" I sighed and sat down. She was right.

She flipped a little but not this much. I just don't like how she couldn't tell me she was a stripper, I would've understood. But I had to find out the hard way. I let my anger get the best of me, instead of just talking to my girl like a man should. I rubbed my head trying to figure it how the hell I'm going to apologize for some shit like this.

"Where's Cayla?" I asked ignoring her last comment. "Ashanti took her to get her hair done." she said sitting down on my dads lap watching TV. "How long ago was that?" I asked. "She'll be here in a minute, Until then figure out how you're going to apologize to her." She said nonchalantly. I sighed and chilled, After a few minutes of watching TV with my mom and dad they finally walked in to the door.

"Nana look at my hair!!" Cayla squealed running in the door with blue candy all over her mouth. She spun around shaking her hair that was bone straight with twist followed on the side. "It's cute baby. I love it." My mom said kissing her forehead.

"Daddy!!!" Cayla yelled running towards me. "Princess!!!" I yelled mocking her. "You like my hair daddy?" She asked getting comfortable on my lap. I smiled and kissed her nose. "I love it, you don't look like my little 9 year old anymore." I pouted. She giggled as I tickled her. "I'm still 9 daddy.." I smiled as she ran upstairs. Soon Justin walked in helping Ashanti get in the house. "Pops!!" Justin yelled dapping me up. Leaving Shanti with all the bags. Her leg looked worse then it did before.

"Wassup lil man, I see you got a fresh cut." He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips making me burst in to laughter. "You a fool man." He laughed and ran upstairs. "you were supposed to help me!!" Shanti yelled after him, not looking at me. "I got you don't worry." I said taking her purse from her shoulder and the bags she had carried.

"Thanks.." She mumbled. "Take yall in love asses upstairs. Me and Honey dew trying to watch TV." My dad said shooing me and shanti off. I shook my head laughing and sat the bags on the couch. "Mik-"

"Yes baby we can talk.." I said cutting Ashanti off. She smiled a little as I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the guest room. I sat her down on the bed and placed her crutches by the nightstand. "Mike I'm really sorry.." She said breaking the silence. I didn't know what else to say cause I felt like a big ass dummy. It was silent for at least 10 minutes before one of us spoke.

"I should've told you I was stripper. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that baby. I just thought I could use some extra money for Justin. You buy me and him everything and I just thought I could provide for myself once in awhile." She choked.
" You do so much for us and I don't deserve it Mike." She began crying in to her hands. I sighed and sat down next to her, pulling her close to me.

"What I told you about saying that.." I said wiping her face with my shirt and hugging her. "You deserve anything I give to you. I'm sorry for disrespecting you last night and I'm sorry for being a ass about the whole situation. I should've talked to you like a man."

"I know you didn't mean no harm to our relationship but baby we gotta tell each other everything. Seeing you on that stage hurt me and it really upset me. Then you was naked, I would've had to kill any of them niggas that touched you. " I laughed trying to lighten the mood.

"What hurt me the most is you saying you needed the money.." I sighed.

"I told you I got you. I'm gonna take care of you. Buy you everything in the world. That stripping shit gotta stop and I mean it." I said sternly. She nodded wiping her face as I kissed her forehead.

"I love you." I added. "Every relationship has problems, and we're going to work out every last one of ours. I ain't losing you girl."
I felt her smile. "I love you too." I kissed her lips as she laid her head in the crook of my neck.

"Can I come back home?" She asked looking at me. I chuckled and kissed her nose. "Of course you can come back home. But first we need to get you to the hospital cause that leg not looking too good."

"Already went." She said showing me her band the hospital gave her. "And you didn't call me?"
She smacked her teeth. "why would I call you knowing you hated me at the moment."

"Girl I'll never hate your beautiful ass. I was just upset that's all. But what did they say?" I asked looking at her leg. "They told me to stay on bed rest since I tore the stitches that held the section they did the surgery in. To much movement might cause an infection." I popped her arm.

"Ow!! What was that for?" She whined rubbing her arm. "Should've stayed your ass in bed instead of trying to shake your ass, now get your ass up there and lay down! don't move until I'm ready to go!" She smirked biting her lip. Nasty ass.

"I'm serious get up there." I laughed. The look she was giving me was to damn funny. "Lay with me." She begged. I stripped from my shirt and laid next to her as she curled up in to me. She don't gotta tell me twice.

"I missed your big head ass last night lowkey, I didn't have anyone keeping me up with there kicking and slobbing." I joked. She hit my chest making me laugh harder. "I don't slob. You know that be you." She protested. I smacked my teeth. She know damn well she leave a nigga swimming in slob. "Ok shanti whatever you say." I chuckled, she looked at me with seriousness written all over her face.

"Baby do I really slob?" She asked. I laughed and laid her head back on my chest. "No baby you don't." I lied. She stared at me to see if I was lying.

She then realized she was getting nothing out of me so she made a silly face making me burst out laughing. "You're such a liar bro!!" She whined pushing me off the bed. I couldn't help but laugh.