ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ {BWWM}-{UNEDITED}

🍃Thirty🍃

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Hey lovelys am considering changing the book cover for this book; ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ. I've made two ideas so far, so tell me which one you like the most.

Option 1

Option 2

I am aware that there is editing needed to be done to these but there only drafts. So can you please tell me which one you prefer or should I just keep the old cover. But entiwaysssss hope you enjoy this chapter. Love y'all stay safe ❤

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Rey's POV

Grace has been gone for almost two weeks. And David has been crying my ears off that he wants to see his mother. They video call every second of the day. When he just spent weekends here he didn't show any signs that he missed her.

Malik suggested that I give him to his godfather for the day. I gladly took the offer. It's not like I don't want him to stay with me, but the pass few weeks he is either fussing, pissied off by his uncle Grace's brother, or me keep forgetting that he can't eat pineapples. Speaking of uncles I should probably let him and Tonio speak to each other some time.

"David get up and put on your shoes, we're going to your godfather." I said to him, he was sitting on my bed and watching my TV. It's not like the sofa isn't working or anything. He said he found it more 'optimistic'. That word had nothing to do with him pulling up my bed everyday for the past week.

He climbed off my bed then turned to me. "Is mommy going to be there?"

"No, she's not." I told him while I was entering my closest to get a shirt and a pair of sneakers.

I heard ruffling, then it stopped. Spending like 2 minutes in the closet I come out and David is still on my bed, while munching on an american apple. He was still bare feet.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"Mommy says not to wear shoes in the bed." He answered back to me without looking.

"Then get off the bed and put on shoes we're going out." I told him plugging out the TV.

He looked at me then rolled his eyes then crept over to where his tablet was charging. I swear, this child is stubborn.

"David whatever your middle name is Dixion. Give me this and go put on your shoes." I said to him taking the tablet away from him.

It's bad that I don't know his middle name or names. But that doesn't make me a bad father. He sat there staring in my face. When Grace talked to him he usually whined a little then got on with whatever she told him to do.

I might consider letting him spend more than a day there. I need more than an 8 hour break during the day.

"Why are you still not moving!" I said and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Mommy's not gonna be there. So I don't wanna go!" He yelled to me.

I'm starting to wonder who the parent is here. I grabbed his hand lifting him off the bed and marched over to his room. The first pair of footwear I saw were a pair of white Adidas. We went down stairs and out the door.

I strapped the miserable boy into a car seat. I got myself into the driver's seat, then turned to put shoes on his feet.

Strapping myself into the seat I began the journey with an annoying crying that didn't sease for 10 minutes straight.

We finally made it to the God Father's house. After 40 minutes of endless driving. I parked my car in the supposed drive way.

I came out of the car and took David out of the car as well. He was on my side and had his head rested on my shoulder turning his head away from me. I rolled my eyes at his attitude.

I was about to go knock on a door when David muttered "this is the wrong house."

I just put him in the passenger seat and rolled out of the drive way. He pointed out to where the house was while sniffing his nose.

All the houses looked the same. Probably because it's a housing scheme. In parked the correct driveway this time and we both got out.

He hurried and knocked the door while wiping the tears off his face. A man answered the door and David barged his way into the house after saying hi. I assumed he left the door open for me to come in. Which I did eventually.

The interior of the house was good. It had a touch that only a female could give a house. There were white sofas with very light purple cushions. The walls were also in the same shade as the cushions. Everything else in the living room were either white or mauve purple or in a walnut wood shade.

When I looked at the two conversating, I heard David started to complain about how I dragged him out of the house. I honestly don't care at the moment. After speaking a bit with Alex I left the house.

I could finally get a brake from all this parenting. Hoorah, I said then rolled my eyes. I drove out of the driveway and back to my house. The sound of nothingness ammuses me. I threw down my keys and started to make my way up stairs to go and sleep. The front door opened and in came my little sisters. I sighed and just went upstairs and closed my room door to take a brake.