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I was a traditional nigga. I wanted my woman barefoot and pregnant while I brought home the bacon – beef of course.
“Aye, baby boy, let me tell you something… if the next time I see her, and I will see her again, she has a mark on her, or tells me you put your hands on her, we gonna have a problem, ight?”
“A real man could never do enough for his woman… don’t forget that, Alaia
“You will never open your mouth to beg a nigga for anything. I don’t like that shit, it’s beneath you and as long as I have breath in my body you won’t ever have to.”
“You went your whole life never having someone to protect you. I’m not letting you go another fucking second never knowing what feeling protected feels like. I’m not letting you bring her into this world not knowing what being protected feels like… alright?”
“Even the good things have a struggle at first… that’s how you really know it’s good.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Alright?”
I want you forever, and I’m taking responsibility for healing the heart that I had nothing to do with breaking.”
“I want to name her Promise.” He looked at me to see how I felt about it. “Because I promise to love that little girl with everything inside of me. I promise to never let her or her mother down, and I promise that nobody will ever hurt either of you even after the breath has left my body.”
“I appreciate you. I respect you. I think you’re worthy of all good things. You belong to me in the best way. I need you to know and believe all of that.”
“Wait, so I can't date anybody else?” “Joy, you are free to embark on a suicide mission if you want.”