Daddy Taught Me Better

BOOK: Daddy Taught Me Better
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Copyright © 2016 Ebony

Published by Tiece Mickens Presents


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This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents are entirely coincidental.



First and foremost I give all praises to my Lord and Savior that strengthens me. When the devil try to take my life YOU let everyone know that YOU are very real. An everyday day GOD and that YOU are still in the healing business performing miracles. It is because of YOUR GRACE and MERCY that I am here today sharing my gift with people. 



My Boys: God blessed me with both of you at different phases in my life. Even though I am the mother the birth of you helped me more than I could have ever helped myself. The two of you have inspired me to be the best that I could be and I dedicate this achievement to you. My two grandbabies are the just whip cream and cherry on top.



My Mommy:
You always afforded me the best of everything, but the most priceless lesson that has been given to me is tough love. I know it was so hard for you being tough on me because I was your baby girl; however when I look back on my trials and tribulations that I have been through I can always reflect on those conversations that you tried to educate me on concerning life; to be able to avoid suffering, hurt ache and even though you could have said I told you so, you continued to encourage me and push me beyond the limits I didn’t know I had. I will always be indebted to you for being my mother first and then my friend. Love you.

My Daddy:
You’re always there no matter the time of day or night. Our talks play in my head daily when life’s journeys try to get me down. You always told me that’s Gods Grace and Mercy is sufficient. When I fell down you picked me up and brushed away my tears, then taught me how to stand my ground and face my fiercest fears. You help me paved the boulevard and then let me find the way. The rules of life are a part of me today. Love you.

20+ Group:

My TNT – Tiffany G and Tiffany V - My left and my right
my rocks. You both have been there during my downfalls as well as my successes. Tiff G when you were there when I first picked up my laptop and wrote the first words, encouraging me
to be great.
Tiff V you always took the background, but you have always been in the forefront of my life. I love you both unconditionally.

              Kia – My prayer warrior, when I couldn’t pray for myself you stood in gap interceding on my behalf. I find it really beautiful when someone prays for you without you knowing. I don’t think there is any form of deeper and purer love. Fab Moms Rock, Lova ya Chica

              Kristie – My encourager, know matter when I call your always there. You are the true example of making lemonade out of lemons. You know my past, always supported my present and encourage my future. Thank you for your unwavering support. Love you Kris

I can’t believe we have finally made it to this place where I am doing acknowledgments. You took me under your wing, mentored and mole me to the game. Thank you for listening, for guidance, for inspiration, for encouragement, for being there and most importantly for being a mentor to me and my sissy first. My love for you goes pass this industry.

My honey bunches of oats. You pushed me to follow this dream. If it had not been for your support and keeping me on track I probably would not have completed it. I thank you for your support, reading my chapters, giving me feedback and allowing the roles to reverse from mentor to mentee.
You listened to my fear and calmed my nerves. I love you to the moon and the back.

Missy Boo:
What can I say about you but just thanking you for being you? You hold no punches and always keep it real. Our talks are priceless and so appreciated it.

To the rest of my family, I thank yall for my support. I always see people posting about their family not supporting however I have been showed nothing but love and support especially (My brother Tyron, My sister Lisa, Leigh, Marcie, honorary sister Nicole, My godsister Nae-Nae and the list goes on.

My TMP family, you all inspired me more than you know. Mentoring all of you helped me to follow my dreams as well.

MY RWP family I appreciate your support.

To anyone that has purchased my book, shared my link, liked my link or left encouraging words in my inbox or email I thank you.




Chapter 1 - Kasey

              “Mooooommy,” is all I heard from my twin boys Jaden and Kaden as they yelled for me.  I hated being disturbed while I’m reading and they already knew this so it better be important.  I laid my kindle fire on my bed and proceeded down the hallway which led to my spiral staircase to see what was so important.  I leaned over the stair railing and asked my boys what they were yelling for, but before they got the chance to respond my doorbell began ringing as if someone was resting on the button.

Jaden yelled out, “Mommy it’s a lady at the door.” My boys knew better than to open the door even if they knew the person. It could be Moses about to lead us to the new promise land and they still wouldn’t open it. I proceeded down the staircase to the door. I peeped through my peephole not recognizing the woman that stood on my doorstep.  She appeared to be young and had a mug on her face. 

I’m so not in the mood for no bullshit. If she’s here for that then she better be hold of Jesus fucking with me tonight,
I thought to myself.

I swung the door open forcefully to see why this bitch was at my house.

“Who the hell are you and why the fuck you at my house?” I asked the chick.

              “My name is Keisha and you don’t know me, but me and Jaden been dating for over a year and this is our daughter Jade.”

I looked at this stupid bitch standing in front of me and shook my head. She had mocha colored skin, thick lips, bright brown eyes and from her figure, you could tell that she needed to get her ass in the gym to get rid of that baby fat. I looked down by her feet, and then I noticed the pink baby carrier sitting on the doorstep. I could not see the baby since a pink throw blanket covered her up.

idn’t I just say to myself that I wasn’t in the mood for this shit
I thought as I rolled my eyes?

All I can do for the first few seconds is stand here and watch this stupid bitch like she has lost her mind.

“First off Keisha, what the fuck do you having a baby by Jaden have to do with me?”

“Well, since I had Jade, Jaden has not been answering my calls. He says that Jade is not his baby, but she looks just like him.  My baby doesn’t have any more milk and one diaper left. So if he can sit here and take care of y’all, then he is going to take care of my baby, too.” Keisha said she was dumber than a box of rocks if she thought I actually cared.

To say I was heated was the understatement of the year. Fuck that; the century. I knew Jaden wasn’t shit and kept him a flock of hoes, but for a bitch to be standing at my doorstep was the ultimate no-no, and then with a fucking baby. I looked back in the house and could see my boys eavesdropping. 

“Boys, that’s enough ear-hustling. Go to your rooms and find something constructive to do.” I told them because I didn’t want them to hear what I was about to tell this thot. My boys saw the look in my eyes, and with that kind of look they ran upstairs so fast, you would have thought they were training for the 100 yard dash.

I turned back around and looked Keisha directly in the eyes.  “Let me ask you something, Keisha. When you were stuffing my husband’s dick in your mouth, trying to deep throat him, showing off your God given talent of pleasing him; did you ask for my permission? When you were bending over letting him beat it up and trying to ride his dick to the high heavens and back; did you ask my permission? Nawl, you sure as hell didn’t. You were so busy trying to outdo me in the bedroom, you forgot to do you, baby. See trick, the joke is on you. You thots think that you can a ride a nigga dick out of his home, suck his dick so good that you wake up next to his morning breath. Really? I knew about your ass being pregnant. I even knew when you had that damn bastard, it wasn’t my business then and it’s not my business now. See you hoes make my life easier. I don’t have to deal with him all the time; fewer miles on my pussy and mouth. Now I’m going to give you a chance to grab your little baby and get the fuck off of my doorstep and go find somebody that gives a fuck about what you’re talking about.” after speaking my mind I turned back around to go in my house, slamming the door right in Keisha’s face.

I can’t believe this shit. I been stopped beating Jaden’s side bitches asses once I had my twins. I didn’t feel it was a good look for me to be out in the streets fighting about a piece of meat. They didn’t owe me any loyalty, he did; but Keisha should have checked my resume before showing up to my door. I ain’t no killer, but don’t push me. Besides these niggas not loyal, they dog asses for everybody. Jaden proved himself time and time again to be community property, but that cash he made because he knew how to hustle so well, was marital property. I need a drink after this mess.

I got my wine glass and opened my refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Ace of Spades. I started to open it and then thought, this, not no damn celebration, I need something stronger because as soon as Jaden comes through that door I’m fucking him up on sight. I put the Ace of Spades back in the refrigerator and returned the wine glass to its rightful place. I went in my pantry and grabbed me a red plastic cup, my Cîroc, lemonade and ice from the refrigerator and prepared me a stiff drink, but before I took a sip of my drink, I needed a shot of that Cîroc to get rid of that bad taste Keisha put in my mouth.  As I was taking my shot, I heard my door bell ring again.

I didn’t even look through the peephole, this time, I just swung the door open ready to kick ass and ask questions later.  There wasn’t anyone on the doorstep, or so I thought. I heard tires screeching out of my driveway, I looked up and seen a red Toyota Tercel high tailing it down the street. Do they even make those cars anymore? I knew it was Keisha’s dumb ass. If she touched my cocaine white Land Rover LR4, there was going to be hell to pay.

I was snatched from my thoughts when I heard a baby crying. Did this dummy just leave her baby on my doorstep?  Where the hell they do that at?  I stood there flabbergasted. Now dealing with a hood nigga you go through a lot of shit and I have seen some unbelievable things, but this takes the cake.  Am I being punked right now?  This has to be some kind a sick joke. I picked up the baby carrier and the diaper bag, turned around to go in the house and slammed the door.

I sat the baby carrier on the kitchen counter. I can’t deal with this right now, I need my drink and a blunt before I can even process what just happened. I grabbed my drink and headed upstairs to get my blunt.  As I was walking up the stairs, the twins came running out their room asking if they heard a baby crying. 

I told them, “Yea, now go back in your rooms and pack an overnight bag. Y’all are going to your god mommy house for the night. Call her and let her know, and then tell her that I’ll call her in about thirty minutes.”  They loved going over there, they got a chance to let loose, because at my house I didn’t play that shit.

I entered my large master bedroom and then sat on my bed. Just knowing that it was a baby downstairs that was supposedly by my man had me fuming inside. I quickly lit my blunt up and began drinking my drink. I let out a loud sigh and then got up to get ready to deal with the situation that was left on my doorstep.

As I was passing my mirror, I looked in it and spoke aloud “It’s not the baby fault, keep calm. Kasey put your big girl panties on and handle this mess like only a boss chick would,” I then mustered up a smile, because if nothing else I knew I was a boss chick.

I headed back downstairs and little Ms. Jade was screaming her head off. I put the handle of the carrier down and began to un-wrap the blankets from around her.

Now this is a damn shame
, I immediately thought. This baby had a milk stained shirt on, a pissy pamper and booties that looked like she walked through a desert in them. Her little fingernails looked like she had been making mud pies. I went to pick her up and the smell almost knocked me over. The baby smelled like a grown ass man. I put her back down and begin to run some water in the sink. I went in the guest bathroom and got a wash cloth along with a towel. I headed back in the kitchen and went through the diaper bag. The contents only included half of a milk bottle, trial size kit of Johnson & Johnson baby hygiene products, one pamper, a t-shirt, a pair of booties and a thin receiving blanket. If not for anything else, I’m going to Mayweather Keisha ass when I catch her for being such a trifling bitch. It should never matter whether a man took care of his child or not, as a woman that has a pussy between her legs, your children should always be straight. A true woman always had the strength to provide for their child. It didn’t have to be name brand, but you’re supposed to always keep your children clean if nothing else.

I undressed Jade, and then submerged her in the water and she instantly stopped crying. Can’t say I blamed her. If I smelled like that, I would want a bath as well. I began to lather her up, washed her hair and she began cooing. I dried her off and begin to lather her up with her Johnson & Johnson lotion and some powder sprinkles. Now that Jade was cleaned up, I took a good look at her and she was definitely a spitting image of my husband and our twin boys. She had a head full of coal black curly hair, chubby cheeks, a button nose and The Williams’ signature family hazel eyes with a green ring around them. Ms. Jade was too cute for her own good, but not cute enough for me to take care of another bitch’s baby. I placed Jade back in her carrier, buckled her up and yelled for the boys to come on so we could get ready to leave.

I picked up my cell and called the twins god mommy who was also my lifetime bestie. Nicole picked up on the third ring.

“Damn Kasey where you at?” she instantly questioned. “I thought you were bringing the boys over to spend the night. You want to have a drink when you get here?” she asked all in one breath.

“Is Tim there? I need him to keep the boys while we go handle some business.” I asked Nicole.

Nicole quickly responded, “Oh shit, what Jaden done did now? I’m not trying to go to jail tonight on account of y’all bullshit. You already know how the nigga get down.”

I just shook my head, because Nicole is a bit much at times. “Look bitch, I’m not trying to hear all that right now. Either Tim can keep the boys and you riding with me or not. That’s all I need to know.”

“Well damnit man,” Nicole said with hesitance in her voice. “Tim has no problem with keeping the twins so don’t be tripping. I was just saying. You know I’m riding with you until the wheels falls off and then we will just Flintstone it. So, I’ll be ready when you get here.” Nicole said and just as she was about to hang up I cut in.

“Hey Nic,” I called her by her nickname that I’d given her. “Fix me a stiff one. I think you’re going to need one as well after you hear what I’m about to tell you. Oh, and bring the rest of the bottle with you. It may be a long night. Be ready to go, because I’ll be pulling up in less than ten minutes.”




BOOK: Daddy Taught Me Better
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