Misty and I had just come from getting furniture for her new place. This girl had me out for hours asking me about color schemes and shit, like I could really help her out. She really needed some girlfriends. Once Misty finished her house shopping, we were on our way to dinner when I got a call from my ex, Bregan.

“Hello Game. You better come get your damn daughter before I snap her neck. She’s getting too damn grown!” she hollered, causing Misty to cock her neck at me.

“Calm down, Bre. I can’t understand nothing you’re saying with all of that hollering. And don’t threaten my kid.”

“Oh, shut up Game and come and get her. The back talk and sassy ways are getting to be too much for me right now. You know I did this shit for you anyway.”

“Did what shit?” I asked confused.

“You know. Don’t act stupid.”

I ignored whatever bullshit she was hinting at.

“Man, quit going around the shit and tell me exactly what she did.”

“I told her to make sure she picked her sister up from the afterschool bus, but instead, she decided to go hang out at her friend Shannon’s house. Ava stayed at school ‘til damn near 7 pm because the bus had to take her back and your phone went straight to voicemail. Then when I confronted her about it, she said it’s not her job and one of her parents needs to do it. I’m telling you come get your daughter.”

“Aite, Bre. I’m on my way. Be there in a few,” I answered and then hung up.

As much as Bregan and I didn’t get along, I wouldn’t stand for either of my kids disrespecting her. That was just something they wouldn’t do.

“What was that all about?” Misty asked.

“Man, Ava smelling her ass,” I replied.

“Hmm, teenagers for you,” she replied.

I was at Bregan’s place in less than ten minutes, and as soon as I pulled up, Ava was flying out of the house with major attitude, getting in the car and slamming the door. I turned and looked at her like she had lost her mind.

“Hi Daddy. Hi Misty,” she said with her stubborn ass.

I didn’t lay into her in the car, but once we got home, I didn’t waste any time.

“What’s up Ava? Tell me your side now that I’ve heard what your mom had to say.”

“Dad, she’s so unfair and makes me babysit all of the time. I can’t even hang out with my friends.” She pouted.

“So, you’re telling me that your mom asked you to do something and you defied her just because?”

“But Daddy,” she started. I had given her an opportunity to plead her case and she basically told me the short version of what her mom said.

“Baby you can’t not listen to your mom. I know you thought that coming here would be you getting off, but I can’t do that this time. You are on punishment for the next two weeks. Straight to school and back here. I will pick you up every day. Now give me your phone.”

“Really Dad? You’re just going to take her side like that?”

“Yep, just like that.”

I held my hand out for her phone and she dropped it and went running to her room.

“I hate my life,” she screamed like those little white girls on tv.

“You will get over it.”

“Whoa. So I’m guessing that didn’t go well.” Misty came down from her shower.

“She just whizzed past me so fast that I didn’t even know who she was.”

“Yeah. I ain’t stunting her ass,” I replied.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever punishment you gave her will be over in two days. You know that you are a softie, especially when it comes to Ava.”

“Yeah, I’m like that with both of my girls, but not this time.”

“No. You love both of them, but you have a different kind of vibe with Ava,” I peeped.

“Oh yeah? Well let me peep you,” I asked, eyeing her up and down. She was still towel drying her hair and she wore a half crop top with her titties hanging out just a little with black leggings.

“Oh, no you don’t.” She caught my drift.

“Not while your teenage daughter is here,” she said, scooting away from me.

“Huh? She’s gone be here for two weeks. You’re telling me I have to wait two weeks? You’re at work when she’s at school.”

“I guess so,” she said playfully, twerking her butt in the air. But her ass couldn’t get away from me that fast. I caught her by her elbow as she was walking away and propped her on the bathroom counter.

“Wait baby,” she started, but shut up as soon as I entered her. “Baby, stop,” she lustfully moaned in my ear, but I only inched deeper and deeper into her. “Oh baby, you’re so big. Don’t do this to me,” she said, and then started biting my shoulder. I had to laugh at the shit that she was saying because she came up with some new shit every time.

“It’s too big? You want me to stop?” I asked, pumping in and out of her, holding her waist.

“Uhhh, no!” she whined until we both climaxed, and she collapsed in my arms. “Oh my god,” she said breathlessly. “I hope she didn’t hear us. Why did you do that?” She punched me in the chest with her little fist and it felt like a little pinch.

“Girl, she didn’t hear us. She’s probably up there with her headphones on, writing a fuck you status to me on Facebook.”

“She will be okay. I wish I still had a father to scold me,” she said solemnly.

That shit hit me once again because I knew that I was the cause of it. Each time I built up my courage to tell her that I was one of the ones who broke in her house, I just couldn’t. My love was getting so deep for her and she was doing so well that I didn’t want to bring her back down. The shit killed me.

“Babe, I have to tell you about something,” I said lowly.

“Okay babe,” she said, while pecking my chest. “Let’s take a shower first.”

She grabbed my hand and led me to the shower, and this was another opportunity for me to say something, but I didn’t.