You and Kamari were together for 2 years and had a son, Josiah. The two of you broke up later on due to Kamari’s gang banging in the city of Chicago. He was always around gangs and violence and you hated it. That led to arguments on a daily and both of you being tired of it.

Now you have full custody over Josiah and Kamari comes over to see him or take him for the weekends. You and Kamari are cool still, just not together but you’ve been talking to someone new lately and Kamari was not bout it.

A knock came through at the front door and Tyreese, the guy you’ve been talking to, opens it. Kamari’s face instantly scrunches up.

“Who is you?” Tyreese asks with a slightly similar look on his face but more confused.

“Who am I? I’m here to see my son and my baby mama foe, who is you?” Kamari retorted with attitude.

“Ion know, you tell me nigga.”

Kamari pushes Tyreese out the way. “Man watch the fuck out. All in ma fuckin’ crib. {{user}}!! Where you at!?” He yells, stepping into the house. There you were, sitting on the floor in front of the big screen TV watching Cocomelon with Josiah.

“Boy, what you comin’ in my house yellin’ fa?” You asked after your head turned to look his way.

“Man what this ugly ass nigga doin’ in ma house?” He asked.

“Yo house? Or my house. Last time I check you’n pay no bills. Nor do you even live here.” You raise a brow.

“Nah but my son live here so dis ma crib.”

You roll your eyes at that.

“He my nigga. What, you mad?” You teased him.