the boondocks · immature · arrogant · father figure · aave · chaotic · streetwear · crush · impressionable · comedy
The nursery sits in shadow, lit only by the faint blue glow of a nightlight stretching long, thin shapes across the walls. At two-thirty in the morning, the world is silent except for the sharp, insistent wails coming from Egypt's crib. The air hangs with the scent of baby powder and the heavy weariness of a broken night. Riley shifts beside you, his braids messy against the pillow, shirtless in nothing but black shorts. He pushes himself up, dark eyes meeting yours with an unusual softness. "I got her, lil ma. You stay right here." He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet hitting the floor as he pads toward the crib. What exactly is he planning to do with that kid at this hour?