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  Mesmerized

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  Street King

  A Valentine's Day Novella

  By: Belleza

  © 2019

  Published by Supreme Works Publications

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  Asahd

  “We gotta make sure we get some fruits and vegetables for Asia’s food,” Camille stated as I aimlessly pushed the cart behind her walking into the Shoprite. Asia and I were always in our own little world we barely paid her any mind nowadays.

  Becoming a father was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Ask me about having a child two years ago I would’ve shut down that goddamn conversation so fast. Shit, I wasn’t even thinking about having a girl, yet look at me now, I wasn’t only a father but a husband.

  Asia was one of the most amazing little girls along with my Za’naa. She was the perfect mixture of Camille and I. She inherited her deep ebony skin from the both of us along with her lustrous curly black hair that was often pulled back with a headband that matched whatever outfit she had on for the day. At one years old she hasn’t gotten to that stage yet like Za’naa where she was all about her hair. Her and Camille had full-blown wars where Asia always won with a face covered in tears and Camille emotionally exhausted when it came to getting her hair done.

  Her dark deep-set eyes were from me of course that were covered in thick long lashes that graced her lids thanks to her beautiful mama. That was where it ended for the features she inherited from Camille. Everything else was all me.

  I was already getting bitches, but man, had I been a single father I’d have to schedule bitches every few hours. Every female stopped what they were doing to gawk at us not hesitating to say how cute Asia was and how they knew she got it from her sexy father.

  Thank God Asia wasn’t as old as Za’naa because she would’ve been given Camille all the tapes. Either way, I didn’t care because no matter what any bitch said or felt I was unfazed. I knew I looked good as shit, my baby was adorable, and her mama was gorgeous. They were only bold with their comments and advances because I was with Asia by myself most days due to the fact that Camille wanted to go back to work. Had she been with me they would’ve stared from afar. Don’t get it fucked up; I ain’t give a shit about none of these bitches. Based on how thirsty and disrespectful they got, I got. Asia and Camille were my world, and there was no female on earth worth losing my leading ladies.

  With Camille back working for some bad ass school in the school district gave Asia and I nothing but time to be attached to each other. That little girl was truly my partner in crime. Za’naa was my little princess of course, but Asia was down for any and everything that involved daddy which included my game system. We had sweet memories sitting on the couch with my controllers and our drinks sitting next to us. Her cup was filled with organic apple juice of course.

  Since giving birth to Asia, Camille been on this health kick where she was a borderline vegan. My bachelor lifestyle ended for sure. The slew of bitches I could give up, but I lived for snacks and grease. My body would say otherwise, but I was the unhealthiest man on earth. This new eating lifestyle was killing me because there was rarely any ordering out now. Camille made sure her ass cooked damn near every other day, and the majority of the meal consisted of vegetables. Yeah, my life changed drastically.

  “Yuck!” Asia shouted before cracking up in laughter. That was something she picked up from me. When Camille mentioned vegetables, I said yuck. Asia caught on, and that was the first thing to fly out her mouth even though she would clean her plate.

  “Asahd!” Camille called out to me with a snarl on her pretty face.

  Backing up from the cart with my hands up I pointed at Asia. “It wasn’t even me this time.”

  “She got it from you,” she responded with an eye roll.

  “You gonna stop getting me in trouble,” I whispered to Asia as I tickled her stomach. She squirmed and wiggled in the cart laughing her behind off.

  After five minutes in the produce section, Asia and I slipped off to the inner section of the supermarket. She pointed out a bag of cheese curls, and I popped them things up so quick. We stood in the middle of the aisle bussing it down.

  “Hey, Asahd.”

  I followed the sound of the voice that was behind me and gave the chick a head nod. I had no clue who she was. I fucked so many bitches, I lost count and often didn’t get names. There was no point if all I wanted was for them to drain me and go about my business. If she wasn’t a bitch I hit, she was definitely one that wanted me to. Her timing was way off because I was a changed man through and through.

  Tipping the bag lower, I allowed Asia to get another cheese curl before I turned the bag up and shook some into my mouth. Anyone in their right mind would’ve walked away by now, but nah, shawty was still here in our face while we were enjoying our in-store snack.

  “Oh my goodness. Is she your daughter?”

  I nodded my head smacking on my cheese curls obnoxiously.

  “I knew it. She’s so pretty. She looks just like you.”

  I heard this shit all the time. It was getting old and annoying because nowadays women complimenting me only had a hidden agenda of wanting my dick in their mouth or between their legs hoping it will lead them to being on my arm. Not happening!

  This time I didn’t reply.

  Asia dug her hand back in the bag, stuffed a cheese curl in my mouth and then popped another in hers.

  “I heard you had a baby, but I didn’t know how true that was. It was with that girl right?”

  With a snarl on my face, I snapped my head so fast in her direction. She wanted my attention so now she had it.

  “I had a baby with my wife. And that horse mane on ya head stink.”

  Her hand automatically went to her hair and landed on the weave that had some shit that resembled a tinted cheese cloth inches from her eyebrows.

  Not only did it stink the net part was curling up. Knowing she ain’t want no more smoke her ass walked off allowing Asia and I to finish up our snack while her mama produce shopped.

  “How did I know you were up to no good?”

  Camille was standing a few feet from us with the cart, and her arms crossed over her chest.

  “Man, that woman came over here talking to me!” I defended myself.

  “I ain’t talking about that woman,” she replied with a pointed gaze at the bag of cheese curls.

  “Now why would you grab this off the shelf, Asia,” I said looking at her smacking her little mouth. She looked like the real culprit with all the crumbs around her lips. “And you finished the bag! Now we gotta pay for it, or else your daddy gonna get locked up over a bag of cheese curls.”

  Shaking my head like I was real life pissed, Camille rolled her eyes at me. “Don’t put that on my baby. If y’all were hungry you could have grabbed an apple.”

 
“AN APPLE!” I shot back at her in my Soulja Boy impression making her roll her eyes.

  “Give me my child.”

  She took Asia from me and placed her back in the cart before she started to rummage through her little book bag for some wipes.

  “How you expect me just to take an apple and eat it without washing it?” I asked her just to continue to get on her nerves. Without lifting her head, she focused her eyes at me and gave me an annoyed look. “You want us to watch our health right? We can’t go around picking up apples and eating them without them being washed. Fuck around and catch Asbestos.”

  This time she busts out laughing. “You get on my nerves, Asahd.” No matter how upset we got with each other, I knew how to break the ice and get her laughing. Camille was not only my woman but my best friend outside of my brothers. It was cool as shit to have someone to love on and laugh with all in one.

  “You love me,” I told her closing in the space between us and planting a kiss on her big ass forehead.

  “Uhum… how much I love you depends on what I get for Valentine’s Day.”

  I reared my head back. “Well damn. I don’t need that kind of pressure in my life.”

  “Well, the pressure is all the way up. Especially since your ass don’t listen when I tell you not to feed my baby some junk food.”

  “I know, fruits and vegetables are all you want her to eat.”

  “Yuck!” Asia exclaimed balling her face up making me crack up laughing.

  Camille pointed at instigating Asia. “This is why you owe me big time. Corrupting my child’s mind and stomach with that fake food.”

  “Why women can’t be happy with just getting y’all back broken in? These relationship goals on Instagram got y’all too entitled.”

  “I don’t know about no other woman or what they expect or accept. I know that my husband better do something special.”

  “Maybe he will if you keep your big head ass out of that laptop,” I shot back half-jokingly.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she flagged her hand at me not paying me any mind now. That shut her ass up real quick.

  Things were cool with us. While pregnant with Asia she bitched about wanting to follow her dreams and was upset with the fact that she wanted to work when it was proven taking care of other people’s bad ass kids weren’t healthy for her and our unborn child.

  I get it. She worked hard as fuck in school to obtain her degree to pursue her dream career, but it was frustrating to feel like at times she put more energy into other people kids than she did her own family.

  I wasn’t faulting her for it because that was just the type of person that she was. She was the sweetest girl I knew which is why I fell so in love with her. Don’t get me wrong, our family wasn’t falling apart, but there were times I wanted to lay up and have some sex until we fell asleep. Every day she came home exhausted and frustrated because she was dealing with thirty kids every day whose parents didn’t give a fuck. Asia didn’t give her 1/10th of the issues she had to deal with which confused me how she took on the load of other’s parental issues.

  If there’s one thing I learned from her, it was patience. My girls were my fucking life. I wouldn’t know what I would do without them, and that’s where this learning how to love thing and all the morals that came with it came into overdrive. I sure as hell was irritated as fuck though that sometimes I came off uncompassionate with blue balls because she wasn’t giving shit up from us beefing. Teaching was her passion, and I ain’t want to be the one to stop her dreams, but it’d be a shame to say that her dreams is what disrupted our household.

  ***

  “Ducky daddy!” Asia exclaimed holding up the one duck she had in her bathtub. There were about five other ducks in the bathroom for her to play with in the tub but her skin was already prune showing it was time to get her behind out..

  As wet as I was I might as well have climbed on in with Asia. Along with my clothes, Asia had the entire floor covered in water. Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized she was in the bathtub for almost an hour playing with toys and had the nerve to be asking for more. The water had to been freezing by now.

  “Bath time over, shawty,” I said standing up and getting her hooded princess towel.

  Asia had the cutest pout on her face trying to sway me to let her stay. Had it been a different situation I would’ve allowed her another ten minutes or so, but a nigga was tired. I needed to wash my ass myself.

  My days started early getting Asia ready for school allowing Camille to sleep a little longer before she got ready for work. Once I was up, I was moving non-stop. My routine was pretty much the same. While Zayne was holding down his household majority of the weight of our product and distribution was all on me. I was cool with it because he had three kids to look after on top of making sure Keira wasn’t slipping further away. Camille got lost in her world of being a teacher sometimes, but there were moments where she came back to reality, so I couldn’t say that our shit was bad but it definitely can get better.

  When Asia realized, I wasn’t giving in she stood to her feet and reached up. Wrapping her in the towel, I took her to her bedroom where I dried her off, put lotion on her skin, got her dressed for bed and lastly slipped her pink satin bonnet over her head.

  After tucking her into bed, I went to her book shelf to look for a book only to turn around and see her standing behind me with her sippy cup in her hand.

  “Juice.”

  “Water,” I responded lifting her up. I see she was ready to challenge me on every single thing tonight. Going down the stairs, we went to the kitchen and I filled her cup with a little water before we went back upstairs. I tucked her back into the bed and began to read to her. Only a few pages in she was lightly tapping my leg.

  “Mommy,” she said pointing her little finger towards the door.

  Putting the book back down, I picked her up out of her covers and took her across the hall. Camille was still in the clothes she had on from work with a bunch of paper strewn all over the bed. A book was open and as she constantly looked back and forth as she made marks on the paper. I assumed she was correcting test. I could only imagine how much more work she had to get complete before she passed out in the pile of mess.

  “Someone wanted to say goodnight,” I announced to grab her attention.

  Camille looked up, taking her glasses off her face smiling at us.

  “Come here baby!” she cooed reaching out for her. Asia nearly jumped out of my arms and hugged her mom as if she wasn’t going to see her again.

  It made me laugh knowing that Asia was using everything to fight not having to go to bed. I didn’t care if she wanted to stay up but I ain’t like dealing with having to fight her in the morning to get up and get ready for daycare.

  I watched as they both exchanged kisses until I broke it up. “Leave some for daddy!” I called out taking her from her mother's arms and tossing her up in the air. When I caught her in my arms I kissed her cheek and quickly made my way out the room in hopes that she was ready for bed until she said she had to potty.

  Three books and another potty trip later Asia was finally knocked out cold. By time I got back to the bedroom it looked like another pile of papers made its way to the bed. The only difference was that Camille was in her sleep shorts and one of my t-shirts flipping through them.

  “I see she was fighting her sleep,” Camille laughed. I shook my head falling down on the bed.

  “She ain’t the only one. Put that shit away so we can go to bed.”

  “I can’t,” Camille groaned. “Grades are due in a few days and I’m trying to have majority of it completed before the date so I won’t feel flustered.”

  “Oh.” I got up off of the bed and went to the dresser to get my weed to go play my game downstairs.

  “Give me thirty minutes,” she called out to me as I walked out of the bedroom.

  I knew better though. Thirty minutes will either be her passed out in the mess or still begging for more time to
finish shit she didn’t necessarily have to complete.

  Zayne

  “How are my babies?”

  “We good, Ma.”

  “Not you fool.”

  My eyebrows furrowed from her response. “I was here before these brats. You loved me first didn’t you?” I reminded her which had her cracking up.

  Since Unc revealed his paternity to Asahd, our bonds changed for the better. We always said Aunt Shirley and Unc were like parents to us, so the transition from Aunt and Uncle to mother and father was organic. Shirley was more of a mother than the woman that birthed us, so she deserved the title.

  “Boy, I ain’t fooling around with you,” she responded smacking her lips.

  “They cool. Naa got a little cold, so she’s knocked out. We’re keeping her quarantined so she won’t pass it to Zay’d and Zayla,” I explained continuing to patting Zayla’s back in hopes she kept her little grumpy behind sleep. She was the smallest baby we had weighing 4 lbs and 6 oz. and caused the biggest ruckus in the household.

  This Moseley group was going through many changes, and I was steady trying to keep sane by rolling with the punches. Za’naa was in remission for a while before she started to get sick again. The doctors detected cancer cells, and informed us that she needed another bone marrow transplant. Luckily for her, it wasn’t as major as the first time, and it was spotted right away, so she was getting outpatient treatments. As far as the bone marrow transplant, her doctor happened to be a match, and she donated her bone marrow to Za’naa. My baby girl’s personality was so magnifying everyone loved her. If strangers were willing to go above and beyond for her, that spoke volumes in itself. Too bad her mother wasn’t shit to appreciate the blessing we brought into this world.

  Za’naa was excited to become a big sister when she learned of the pregnancy with Zay’d, and when we found out Keira was four months pregnant with Zayla she was overjoyed. She tried her best to be involved as much as she could, but nowadays she was too exhausted from the treatments, keeping up with in-home schooling and fighting off a cold which was harder to kick than normal.