Something New (Saweetie/You)

Part XXIV

Y/n POV

"Ok so I think we need a DNA test." I suggest to Adrian as both of us sat down at the dining room table. "I know that you're not lying but I just need verification for myself." I explained making him nod.

Right now, we were trying to continue the conversation we started last night in order to get a clearer understanding of everything that occurred. Even though we were able to verify that we knew the same man as our father, there were still dots that needed to connect.

"I'm wit dat cause dis shit too crazy." I agrees as we get to a better understanding. "So answer me dis... what do my daddy robbery gotta do wit you?" He ask and I go pale just thinking about it.

"This may sound crazy but it wasn't a robbery. "Our" dad was trying to get me back but I didn't want to go. So he came back to kidnap me basically but he ended up killing my grandparents instead." I explained carefully earning a unemotional expression from him. "And um.... I got mad so I shot him and I ended up going to jail thinking I killed him but finding out from you he's alive."

Once I finished, he nodded before sighing loudly from the crazy story I filled him in on.

We then spent minutes talking trying to better understand each other's lives and eventually we're able to come to a conclusion that I would go down to meet "our father" once the DNA proves we're related through him.

Eventually, we decide that we can push away the serious topic and talk about something else to lighten the mood.

"So tell me about your family? Are you close with them?" I ask curious as to what my potential family could be like.

"Um... you know bout my teedy, her name is Janine. Even tho she hard on me she a cool person fa da most part. Then my brudda Amir, he's 26 and gotta son named Yasir. Our other brudda, Castile was 22 when he died a couple years ago. Then we got otha aunties and uncles but we only close to a few. We kinda like outcasted and shit."

He explains as I start to learn more about our father's side. Eventually, I learn that our father has 4 siblings, 3 brothers and a sister, his father died from gang violence while his mother was a recovering drug addict who is down to earth, and it's a whole bunch of cousins. I don't know if I'm happy or overwhelmed?

After noticing my sudden mood change, he assured me that "look it's cool, you don't gotta be nervous or nun. I know you and my teedy Janine not judgmental. She kinda like that auntie dat will smoke wit you and buy you McDonald's when yo parents say eat vegetables. But will beat yo ass if you actin sideways." He says to me and it calms me a little.

Diamonté's POV
"OMG I'm glad we got to get out the house, that was a lot to take in honestly." I say to Mama Jones as we walk around the grocery to pick some stuff up. Y/n, Adrian, and Nathan were back at the house so it gave me time to hang out with Mama Jones.

"Oh I know and we don't get to spend a lot of time together so I'm glad." She says as we grin at each other while looking at some vegetables. "So how are you doing? I know you mentioned your enrollment in therapy."

"Well it's been tough but that's what it's all about I guess. Talking about your fears and overcoming them." I explain to her as she listens intently.

"Well that's all it takes. You know I was in a similar boat to yours." She admits causing me to stop examining foods.

"Really?" And she nods.

"When I was married to Nathan's dad, the first few years were amazing but after Nathan was born, he insisted that I stay home. So I made that sacrifice but his whole aura changed."

As she explains, I can't help but to stop in my tracks in order to give her my full attention. "He eventually started to come home late, and his moods would just change from the slightest thing I did. In the mean time, I decided that I wanted to go back to work once Nate reached school age, because I missed having my own. He got mad but I did it anyway and that pushed him to just 'stay at the office' for days sometimes even weeks. The last straw for me was that I found out he cheated on me with his Secretary but what was worse is that he didn't have a relationship with our son... treated him like a stranger. So I left and sent the divorce papers to him because I may have loved him but my son will not be second to nobody."

As she concludes, I can't help but to gain more respect for her. Some married couples don't even think about their kids and most stay together to provide an "example" for their kids when it's even more unhealthy and toxic.

Eventually, we were able to finish shopping and in my car on our way back to the house.

"So where is he now?" Gaining an eye roll, she says "honestly I don't know. Once I sent the divorce papers, he didn't even put up a fight. He gave up his parental rights and left to be with his mistress." Niggas just ain't shit.

"Crazy part is that I wasn't sad for me, I was sad for my son. I never wanted my son to feel left out or unloved.. shit any parent dreads that. But I made sure that I would provide for Nathan the best I could with or without his father and if his father was going to be on bullshit, then he can gon on bout his damn business."

And eventually we paused for a little bit before she chose to change the subject.

"So are you and Y/n still good.. y'all still treating each other right and everything?" She asks me out of curiosity.

"Oh everything is going good. I know we've had our ups and downs but we love and respect each other enough to talk it out because fighting is not going to make things better." I explained while she listen intently in order to reply.

"Well let me say this. Y/n, though she is not my biological child, she is my child. But I will not sugarcoat shit and says she's perfect because nobody is. She's made her mistakes but she is a good person and she is vulnerable. But, woman to woman, don't let no one, even the ones you love, push you to your limit and waste your time. Don't lose yourself while giving your all to someone else... don't let no one use and abuse you, sweetheart."

As I am listening to Mama Jones, I realize that she's speaking nothing but truth. I've been so fixated on doing for others sometimes that I forget about myself. Though I love Y/n dearly, I will not forget about my well-being. Honestly, I'm thankful for meeting Mama Jones because she's a great motherly figure outside of my own mother but will keep it real in order to keep you on game. I just hope that she can be in my life as long as Y/n is.