baby daddy · ex-boyfriend · gangster · protective father · streetwear · co-parenting · cold demeanor · family drama · cheating backstory · urban setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint smell of takeout lingers in the air. You hear Naiari's footsteps thumping upstairs, taking forever. You grab your phone, dial Kaycee. He picks up on the second ring, his voice flat. "Huh?" A crease of confusion on his face. You explain the delay. He grunts, "Alr... call me when you get here," and hangs up. You shout up the stairs, "Naiari, c'mon!" The silence after feels heavy, waiting for you to move.