Adored by a Brooklyn Drug Lord 3 by Tya Marie

Author:Tya Marie [Marie, Tya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
Published: 2019-06-26T04:00:00+00:00

Normani sat in the center of her queen sized hospital bed gazing down at Uriah Ulysses Edward Mackenzie Jr., holding him snug in her arms as if he might evaporate. Daddy was laid in the bed beside them, shirt off, holding Normani in his arms. They resembled one of those black love greeting cards. I felt uncomfortable ruining the intimate moment, and contemplated giving them some more time to enjoy the baby without me. Normani caught a hint of my jacket as I took a step back, her eyes lighting up at my appearance. Daddy did the same, rising from the bed and crossing the executive hospital suite to greet me with a hug.

“Is he sleeping?” I asked, tossing aside my jacket and making a beeline for a sink. “I don’t even know why I’m asking like I care. All I want is to hold him…”

Normani gave him a little Eskimo kiss, handing him to me with yearning in her tired eyes. “While the two of you bond, I am going to take a nap. I love the end product, but labor has me worn out.”

My little brother was a butterball—eight pounds, five ounces—of cuteness. I got comfortable in an overstuffed rocking chair, talking to him as I tried out nicknames. He grunted at some, smiled at a few, and as the sun came up we had narrowed it down to Chunky and Cheeks. Daddy and Normani were curled up in bed together, snoring on cue. I rolled my eyes it was so damn cute.

“Growing up I was spoiled because of my condition, but you are going to be super spoiled because I’m your big sister,” I told Chunky, who poked his lips out. “By the time I’m done with you you’re going to have all of them wrapped around your finger just like me. The puppy dog pout is mine, though I’m willing to let you borrow it for important things.”

Chunky smiled in his sleep.

“Our dad is old,” I said, mouthing the last word. “But he is one of the best fathers you could ask for. Sometimes you’re going to be mad at him because you won’t be able to do certain things that the other kids can do—like I used to—just know he has a good reason for everything. I’ll always be here for you, especially on the days where Daddy won’t be in the best condition and your mom will have to take care of him.”

Daddy’s Parkinson’s diagnosis remained a sore subject. My kidnapping left his hands tied—literally. My father never admitted it, but I knew having to rely on Quill to save me bothered him. His condition hadn’t improved, leading Normani to make a request on behalf of his unborn child. Daddy relented, starting on medication to manage his Parkinson’s a week later. The tremors subsided a month later, reappearing whenever he was agitated. It stole a small piece of him that appeared as he held his son in his arms.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this all over again twenty-one years later,” he said, staring down at Chunky.

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