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“Wassup with all the boxes?” I asked.
                  “Um...”
                  Before she could even answer, Zamier spoke up. “She’s moving,” he said matter-of-factly.
                  “Is that right?”
                  “Yea.”
                  Pops came back in the room and took Ranyla out my arms. “Zamier, I think you need to let them two have a minute to talk. Mone and Lani, go in the den, now,” he said in a no nonsense tone.
                  I followed behind Lani to the den because we both knew that Pops wasn’t playing with our asses.
                  “So wassup? You was gon move and not tell me nothing?” I asked while closing the door.
                  She stood on the other side of the room looking everywhere but at me. “I was going to tell you.”
                  “Oh really?” I asked sarcastically. “So where you moving to?”
                  “With Zamier,” she said in a low tone.
                  “Come again?” I said, as I walked towards her, which made her take two steps back. “So what? Y’all a fucking couple now? What’s all that shit you was popping about not wanting to be with him?”
                 
                  “He said he wanted to be close to his daughter without having to come pick her up from here, besides you don’t want me no more, so why does it even matter?” she said, finally looking me in my eyes.
                  “So the fuck what!” I yelled. “I have to come pick my daughter up whenever the fuck you feel like letting me see her, so why the hell can’t he do it?”
                  I couldn’t believe she was in my face spitting this bullshit. Who the fuck is this, because this sure ain’t the girl I fell in love with. She can’t be fucking serious.
                  “I’ll be by to pick up NyNy Sunday night,” she said, acting like what I just said didn’t mean shit.
                  “Speaking of, I don’t want my daughter around that nigga. I don’t know him like that to be trusting him around her 24/7,” I said.
                  She looked at me like she was offended. “So what are you saying?”
                  “I’m saying, if you move in with that nigga, I’m taking you to court for custody of Ranyla; my daughter.”
                  “Fuck you Ramone, that’s my daughter!” she yelled.
                  “And? Don’t you have another one? Since you wanna play house with that nigga, do it with y’all daughter because I’ll be damned if you do it with mines.”
                  She shook her head. “You ain’t shit, after I treated your son like my own, welcomed him into my house, the same house yo as still laying up in…you know what, fuck it and you. See you in court muthafucka,” she said, brushing past me and walking out the door.
                  I just shook my head and sat on the couch with my head in my hands, wondering how the hell we went from being in love to this bullshit.
                  “You know, I was once told if you love something, let it go,” Pops said, walking in the room with Ranyla on his heels. “That’s my daughter and I love her, but she has to learn from her own mistakes. Personally, I don’t trust that nigga as far as I can throw him. I have bullets with his name on em as soon as he fucks up. I protected her all her life because she’s my youngest child and my only daughter, but now the only thing I can do now is be there for her when she gets hurt.”
                  “No offense or disrespect Pops, but your daughter is on some bullshit,” I said as I watched my daughter play with her toys.
                  “It’s not her, it’s him. He just came in here the other day telling