Ryan is his name, Ryan Jones. This dude has shown up at this damn facility more than any parent I ever seen. All just to talk to me for ten minutes at the most. His ass could be a crazy ass stalker, because it's pretty damn obvious his daughter isn't sick or suffering from anything chronic. Nothing that she needs to keep being seen by the doctor. Least he has good ass taste in women if he keeps coming by to see me.

"This is the fifth time this month I seen you Kataleah, are you sure your sick?"

"No, my daddy just wants to see you. He's been telling me to pretend to be sick so you and the real doctor won't suspect anything, can we just skip to the lollipop?" She asked.

I laughed, "Is that right? You been coming by just to talk to me?"

"Little girls who can't keep daddy's secrets shouldn't get lollipops." He said directing it towards her.

I smiled, "It's okay, you can have one anyway."

"I'm not allowed to have your number, so this is the best way I can talk to you." He shrugged with a smile.

"How old is your daughter?"

"She just turned four a few weeks ago, why what does that have to do with us?"

"Us? I'll tell what my son needs a little play mate, so I'll give you my number. Just so the two of them can have a play date."

"A date huh?" He smiled.

I giggled. "It's for them, not us. I told you, I'm in a relationship already. I'm only doing this for them and I feel bad that you are wasting your insurance just to talk to me."

"So it's a pitty date?"

I smiled. "It's not a date, I'll text you we can meet at the park some time this week. After that you drop me like a bad habit, I can't have people thinking things about me. You not allowed to call me past the hours of 3 PM or text me past the hours of 5 PM."

"Your man handling you like that? But I can respect the rules, is there anything else I should know?"

"First of all my man doesn't handle anything about me, I provide and look out for myself. He owns none of this, it's just I need to respect him too. It's disrespectful that I'm even giving me my digits, but for the kids I won't mind."

"I understand, I didn't mean to try and tap into your business."

"The doctor is about to come in here soon and I have other patients waiting. I'll see you around." I smiled lightly waving both of them goodbye.

I'm surprised this dude doesn't know who I'm with yet, he seems harmless. Besides if Chris can have a couple of bitches out the wood works calling him his "friend" then why can't I have a male friend too? It ain't like I'm trying to sleep with the dude, I know what type of picture this can paint to everyone else. Last thing I'm trying to get reported to Chris is that I'm out here sneaking around his back or fucking some other nigga. He probably won't be happy if he knows I'm bringing Mijo around a stranger, especially a man but he's going to be playing with his daughter so what difference does it make to him.

That day when Janaé went in to get her heart surgery it took damn near five hours for her to come out. But what only mattered is that she made it out without any complications, she was drugged up so it was no use in me being there and at first they wouldn't even let me see her but I wasn't leaving until I did. Finally after fighting with the nurses about it I got to see her once she was moved into her own private room. Janaé had a long scar that at least looked eight inches long going down her chest. Like I thought she was weak and I tried telling her that she didn't have to fight to keep her eyes open just to talk to me, but she wouldn't listen.

"Thank you for being here, sorry it took so long." She said weakly.

I laughed lightly. "It's all good, I was in no rush anyway but you look good."

"This shit hurts, it don't matter how I move it still it hurts. It even hurts to talk," She whispered in groggy tone.

"Stop trying to talk then, you're only hurting yourself more."

"I feel bad for the person whose heart I took, doctor gave them three months to live. God forgive me, but that cam right on time for me."

"Tough break."

"Are those for me?" She asked looking at the flowers I forgot were in my hand.

"Oh shit yeah, I thought I'd give you something to look at since I'm about to leave." I smiled as I placed them on the counter.

She smiled, "Please don't make me laugh it's hurts so bad, but thank you."

"I hate to leave you like this, is there anything you need?"

"Go home to your family."

I probably seen more of Janaé these past couple of weeks than I have been Brielle, I'm not even going to let that shit having me start feeling guilty either because it feels good that I'm doing this for her.

That night I didn't come home I was surprised Brielle didn't ask me where I was at, she just smiled brightly and kissed me on the cheek when I got home from visiting Janaé at the hospital.

"Mijo tell daddy what you did," Brielle said standing in the kitchen cooking. Mijo came up to me wiping his eyes.

"Why you crying boy?" I asked picking him up.

"I sorry, I didn't mean to be bad boy daddy! Promise I not do it again," he said in a weary voice.

"What did he do babe?"

"His ass drew on the couch so I popped him on the hand and told him not to do it again, five minutes later he does the same thing but starts coloring in my Jordans so I beat his ass."

"With what?"

"I popped him on the ass a couple of times with my comb."

"Why you being a bad boy? You know you only suppose to draw on paper so why you draw on your momma sneakers and the furniture?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked at me with his eyes swelling up with tears.

"Well get sit in the chair until you can tell me why you did it, go!" I said putting him down as he dramatically began to cry his way into the chair.

Brielle and I don't play that shit though, you can holler and scream your ass off, cry yourself to sleep shit. But that's not going to get you what you want in this house, I don't know about her but that's how I was raised.

"How was your day baby I missed you?" I asked grabbing her from behind as she stirred a pot of spaghetti.

She giggled, "I have something to tell you."

"You pregnant?" I said quickly letting her go.

"No fool, Mijo has a play date with someone Saturday."

I laughed holding back onto her. "Oh, which one of your little girl friends is it? Last time I check your ass barely has friends." I smiled kissing her shoulder.

She smiled quickly turning around to pop me with the spoon in her hand. "Jackass I do have friends thank you, it's not a female though."

"You trying to bring some nigga around my son? Fuck that, you can forget it."

I thought he would react that way but I had something for his ass too. "First of all baby he's not just some nigga, he's a nice guy. And second you brought Mijo around some bitch, you thought he forgot to tell me about the part that 'Ms. Jasmine' helped picked out his bed?" I said as Chris laughed and backed away from me. "Yeah stupid, you thought I didn't know about that shit did you!" I smiled putting him on blast.

"That's different though."

"How Chris? It's not like I know her personally, you didn't ask me if the bitch could replace me that day. Don't you think I would've like to come along too for Mijo's first bed? I didn't complain about it because I'm leaning how to not let the little shit get to me anymore, even though I should've slapped the taste out your mouth."

Chris came crawling back hugging me from the back placing his head on my shoulder. "No one can ever replace you, I put that on everything I love boo nobody compares to you. They can try hard as hell but, it's only one Brielle."

"Whatever nigga get out of here with that shit." I smiled nudging him off.

"I know you didn't just push me," he said picking me up by my waist. Spinning me in his arms then placed me on the counter.

I giggled as he stared me in my eyes right before kissing me, Chris reached his hand up the back of my shirt and unhooked my bra "Stop Mijo is right there watching."

"So what he can take notes."

I laughed hopping off the counter, "You're an idiot, move so I can cook please or are we going to starve tonight?"

"You better make that shit right too!"

"What? I suggest you not talk to a woman who has knife in her hand, keep playing around you going to have me slip and stab that ass."

As I continued to cook up something for us to eat, Mijo came along tapping on my leg.

"Mommy, Isorry I didn't listen."

"Mijo I'm very mad at you, you messed up the couch and my sneakers."

He began wiping his eyes getting teary again, "I not do it again, promise."

Picking him up into my arms I did what my mother would've told me. "I can always get a new one but things like that cost money, you think I want to go out and buy something new when you mess with it?"

"No momma." Mijo said laying his head on my shoulder.

"Stop crying, it's okay. Daddy can always buy me more," I smiled wiping his face. "But don't do it again, next time I have to talk to you like this I'm going take off my belt and beat your ass. You want a spankin?"

"Noooo."

"Then you got to be a good boy, now go play." I said kissing him the cheek before I put him down.

This boy is lucky I didn't do what my parents used to do to me, whenever I acted up I got hit with belts, shoes, metal spoons, switches, extensions cords, basically whatever was around them that they could get to fast enough. You name it, I had it done to me. Growing up I said I would never spank my kids, but that shit is needed. Ain't no way in hell I'm going to let my child disrespect me or put my child in time out, that shit does not work.

After dinner I put Mijo to bed, Chris and I stayed up all night playing Call of Duty: Black Ops 2.

"These fucking campers man, pissing me off!" I said.

He looked over at me and laughed, "Don't be mad cause your ass don't know how to play."

"Pause hold up, Chris take a look at the board real quick and tell me whose leading. Me? Oh that's right I don't hear you talking that shit now." I smiled teasing him.

"Bullshit, boo I lead the last couple of games we played."

"When? Cause you were always under me? It's okay, your girl is better than you at your own game what you mad for?" I teased.

He laughed. "Ain't nobody mad, you just lucky that's all."

"Luck didn't get me that tomahawk kill when I threw it randomly across the board boo boo, that's just skills." I smiled.

"Aight now you talking too much shit now." He pouncing on top of me and tried biting into my neck.

I giggled, squirmed, and squealed around as he tried to bite into different parts of my neck.

"Stop it, you're getting me all wet slobbing me down."

"Ooo, I like the sound of that." He said kissing me.

I smiled, "You like the sound of anything sexual."

Chris took a minute to say anything else, his face became locked "I love you."

"I know," I answered cocky.

"Alright then, I felt the love with that." He said getting off of me.

Smiling I pulled him back down to me, "I love you too."

"How much?" He questioned.

"Enough to let your ass live, that's how much ." I joked.

"If something happens to us, I just want to make sure you know that through whatever I always loved you."

"Where is this coming from, what did you do Chris?" I said getting serious.

"Nothing, just remember okay."

"I already know, I been knew. Just as long as you know I don't see anybody but you, people are going to try and test our relationship but nobody can change what I already feel for you. So tell those bitches to hop off the dick because it's all mine," I smiled caressing his face.

He smiled giving me a kiss then got off of me "Aight let's get back to this ass whoopin, guarantee your ass won't last one round of zombies."

I grabbed my controller smiling, "Aight nigga bet!"

Janaé stayed in the hospital for another three weeks. I popped in every now and then to see how she was doing. Now she home building her strength back up. Her incision healed up pretty damn quick, the staples are gone and the stitches have dissolved into her chest. I would've thought it would've took a while to heal but it looks like her scar is fully closed and healed. The day she came home I was right there and everything making sure she had everything she needed, I even brought her a little something.

"What's the little present you got for me, damn I'm dying to know." She said as she sat on the couch.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot hold on it's in the back."

"Hold up, who told you that you could snoop around in the back of my house?"

"I had to put the gift back there, I didn't want you to see it."

She smiled. "Relax, I'm only fucking with you. Go head get it."

It only took me a few seconds to get it, no it's not no damn jewelry or anything close to that. I'd be a damn fool to get something like that.

"Close your eyes and hold your hands out." I said standing behind her, I placed the gift in her hands making sure she wouldn't drop it. "Aight open."

"Oh my god, why did you do this. You didn't have to get this, I can't believe you did this for me I hate you!" she was getting emotional.

I smiled. "I figured you could use a friend that's going to take the shit that comes out of your mouth." I joked.

Janaé smiled as she opened the ball shape cage to hold her new hamsters. "I hate you so much right now, he looks exactly like Chuckie."

"You don't have to go out and get anything for it, I brought some things I thought you might need."

"Thank you, I love him already you didn't need to do this." She smiled giving me a hug

I smiled, "I wanted to "

"I think I'll name him . . . Chrissy." She smiled.

"Nah I don't like it." I laughed.

"You don't? Well I DO!" She smiled brightly.

"I should go, I should be expecting a call from any minute from Brielle asking me where the hell I'm at."

"I'll see you some other time, thank you again." Janaé hugged me lightly as I walked out the door.

- Are you mad at me ?

- Nah why

– I been feeling like you took what I said to heart, I didn't mean to make you feel some type of way I was just speaking the truth

- Jas you was drunk talking out your ass, you don't know the REAL shit that goes on between Brielle and I . I was only sayin that shit to you because I didn't know what I should do about her . Just for now on keep my girls name out your name and we'll be good .

– But I didn't say anything bad about her, I just said what you feel for her isn't real CLEARLY by how YOU were acting that night your feelings lies somewhere else . You're the one that told me to always be real with you, that's all I'm doing .

- Lmao, please just shut up . I'm trying to be nice to your ass right now but you fucking up my mood, don't say shit about me or my girl . Just shut the fuck up ! Damn it's done . Stop texting me too, I'm about to drive home and I ain't trying to get killed trying to text your ass back

- So imma see you tomorrow morning right (; ?

- Excuse me but do you see what time it is ? I thought I told you to text me before 5, you 4 hours too late .

– Yeah lol, sorry about that but some people have to WORK to put food on the table or did you not know about that life of a single father ?

- Lol, trust me being a single father is not different from being a single mother . You have it easy, despite being in a relationship I play both Mommy and Daddy . It's not easy raising a boy to be man, come ask about me (:

– 'Cuse me, you right though . It takes a man to raise a young man, but I'm sure you'll do your best . With that, don't forget about us tomorrow .

- Us ? -_-

– Kataleah and I lol

- Tomorrow morning @ 10 .

"Hey bighead." I said walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. "What took you so long I been waiting forever for you to get home!"

"Where's Mijo?"

Chris embraced me then picked me up into his arms. "He wasn't feeling good and thank god he went to bed early."

"Good, try to be real quiet I don't want to wake his ass up." He said proceeding to kiss me.

I laughed, "Noo stop, not tonight."

He threw me onto the couch then threw himself on top of me taking off my pants. "We don't even have to do it in the bed, less time wasted on the couch ."

I laughed trying to pull my pants back up "Chris no, come on stop."

"Babe please, I just want to taste you."

I laughed. "Noo, we been doing real good with this no sex thing. It's only been 4 weeks, don't give up now! I promise you soon enough you're going to be rewarded." I smiled as I placed my hand on his cheek.

"My nuts are starting to hurt babe, just give me ten minutes."

"No," I laughed.

"Five minutes."

"Nope," I smiled.

"Three minutes.'

"No!"

"Just let me stick it in then slide it out once." Chris suggested.

I laughed. "No, move lotion is in the closet next to the tissue help yourself."

"Walk around the house naked," he smiled.

I laughed. "Now you talking crazy, Chris I just think we have too much sex."

"That's what this shit is about? Ain't no such thing as too much sex."

"Chris I just want to begin this relationship off right, we don't need to have sex every day and every night every hour every second of the day."

He held me in his arms. "We don't have sex, we don't fuck, we make love that's our thing. Don't take that away from us."

"Is this all you can you think about right now?"

"Babe I'm horny as fuck right now, my dick is hungry I'm sorry what can I say." Chris laughed. "But I can respect you, also won't be mad if you change your mind in the middle of the night."

"Before you start to piss me off I just want to say I appreciate you being okay with me taking Mijo on the play date tomorrow. Even though I didn't need you permission, I'm happy that you feel okay with it."

"If that nigga touches you or my son imma break his neck, I'm serious Brielle don't let him touch my boy."

"We're going to the park you have nothing to worry about."

Chris placed his hand on the back of neck "You just let that nigga know who you belong to."

I raised my eyebrow up, "Who I belong to? I belong to nobody, last time I checked I don't have anything on my body that's says property of Christopher Brown."

He smiled, "Damn you get so sensitive. I didn't mean it like that . . . You mine whether you like that shit or not."

"Oh I am?"

He smirked, "Yes you are."