A Winter Crest Christmas: Holidae & Nativia by Ta'Tina

Author:Ta'Tina [Ta'Tina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K. Renee Publications
Published: 2022-12-12T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

YULE JR.

As the reporter started to question me, a lump formed in my throat when I saw Nativia and my daughter. She was the perfect blend of her mother and me, her lashes were long and thick like mine. Money had to be tight for her to be in line waiting for free food. Everything in me wanted to go over and speak to them, to be honest, I never stopped loving Nativia. I became the happiest man alive when she told me she was pregnant. If I had it my way, we would be happily married and raising our daughter together.

“Did you see Nativia and her daughter?” my Pops asked, snatching me out of my thoughts as he walked into the family room. “She looks just like you,” he said, looking over his shoulder to make sure my mom wasn’t in sight.

“Yes, and they’re both beautiful,” I stared him in the face as I bit my bottom lip. “I need to see them,” I stood up and began pacing back and forth.

“And you will,” my mom announced as she stepped into the family room.

“Where’s North?” I inquired, peeping behind my mom, looking for my wife. North Star and I have been together for six years and married for three. I moped around for almost a year, missing the hell outta Nativia, until my mom introduced me to North. Our mothers are members of the Gingerbread house private club, their gossiping asses got to talking, and the next thing I know, North and I were on a date. It took some time, but I pushed Nativia to the back of my mind and put my focus on North.

“She’s not feeling well, so I told her to go lie down.” The pregnancy was hard on North. She was scheduled to deliver on New Year’s Day, but with all the complications she’s experienced, he may come early. “I was thinking that having your daughter would be good for your image, and it’ll help with your campaign,” she explained with a smirk on her face.

“Ma, what the hell is wrong with you? My daughter isn’t some type of pawn.” I explained.

“A daughter you didn’t want anything to do with,” she snapped.

“If I can remember correctly, it was you that said. If I didn’t leave that dirty project whore and that bastard, you would disown me and cut me off.” I’ve never disrespected my mom, but she was pushing it. You would have thought that my mom was the breadwinner, the way she carried on. Nah, my pops hit the lottery and made some great investments that allowed us to live the lifestyle we lived.

“Junior, watch how you speak to your mother,” my Pops tried to de-escalate the situation.

“Pops, grow a spine, and stop being a wuss,” I spat angrily. My mom always wore the pants in our household; his ass never put his foot down or stood up for anything.

“Wuss?” he stepped to me. “The only pussy I see standing before me is your wet behind the ear’s ass.

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