Heir to His Heart

by Tatum James

“Oh Lord, don’t tell me I had a baby from an idiot,” she grumbled.

“I don’t know nothing about baby math.

“Now listen, let’s get this out the way off the top,” my dad spoke up. “I saw you kissing on my baby girl, and that’s all well and good. You need to know you got two of my most prized possessions right there. I love football. I love the Lulaville Lightning, but if you fuck with my babies, they’ll be down a player. You feel me?” my dad quizzed.

I’ve had to snatch a couple of wigs about your daddy.”

“I thought I made that clear when I packed my good drawers and moved in with you.”