"There's so much that hasn't been explained to you. I wish I didn't know the meaning of most shit..life probably better off that way." Isaiah said with a raspy voice as he blew smoke out of his mouth.

"It's not. I feel left out of everything. And I feel a lot more dumb than everyone else. There's children who know more than I do and I'm 23." Namiko put a forkful of her Chipotle bowl in her mouth after stirring it around a bit.

"You one of the smartest people I know."

"You're only saying that because we're dating. If I was a stranger it would be different."

"True." He said, then laughed when she dramatically gasped. "Nah it's 'cause if you was a stranger I wouldn't have taken the time to get to know you. There's more to you underneath the surface that I wouldn't know if you were a stranger."

"Shit about you that I love. Shit that I wouldn't know if I never met you." He said again in a lower voice, resting his arm across his eyes as they grew heavy from being so high.

"What's the number one thing that you love about me?" She sat her chipotle bowl on the dresser and moved to make herself comfortable on his chest.

"How selfless you are." He didn't even need a moment to think about his answer.

"Name an example of me being selfless."

"You letting me be here to help you raise yo' baby 'cause you know what it means to me since mine gone. Even if it's only for a couple of months." Again, no moment to think. Namiko loved that.

"Isaiah.." She called after a couple of seconds of comfortable silence.

"Wassup doll face?"

"Do you know where her mother is now?" She curiously asked, tracing one of the tattoos on his chest.

"She moved to Atlanta last I heard. That's down in the south—Georgia."

"Did she move because of you?"

"Yes."

"Did she think that Aaliyah's death was your fault?" Her question came out slow as if she was hesitant to ask, and she could hear him deeply sigh.

"Yeah baby."

"Do you think that as well?"

"I try not to." He answered. "Sometimes I can't help it though."

"She had a thing with taking off her seatbelt 'cause she knew it annoyed me more than anything else." He told her, and she looked up at him at the sound of a vocal crack. He'd never told anyone the story before. She hadn't even directly asked but he felt safe enough to tell her about it anyway.

"I had a Tesla Roadster at the time. It went from zero to sixty miles per hour in one point nine seconds. Sometimes I used to let my ego get the best of me and I'd race muscle cars 'cause that's when electric vehicles started to get popular and they were underestimated."

Isaiah sat up in the bed once his tears began to burn his eyes, bringing Namiko up with him since she was laid across his chest. Both of her arms wrapped around his neck in a comforting hug, and she tightened her grip on him when he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry Nami." He sniffed, letting his tears fall freely. Sam Smith's Lay Me Down that played from his TV at a low volume made his emotions no better.

"That's okay honey bun. Don't apologize." She intertwined her fingers with his to hold his hand, and he chuckled, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of hers.

"I told her to stop playing with the seatbelt man.. I looked back at her one time when I thought the race with car next to me was over—next thing I knew, my baby was flying through my windshield."

"I'll never forget that shit man.. every time I close my eyes, it's all I see. Her body was through the glass and her h—fuck." He pushed her off of him so that he wouldn't make a mess on her and then leaned over to grab the trash can just as vomit spewed through his mouth.

Namiko got out of the bed to help him when he walked to the bathroom, stumbling a bit from being lightheaded. The whole veggie burrito from Chipotle that he ate earlier ended up in the trash bin along with bile that burned as it came up and it upset his stomach even more.

After grabbing a small cloth out of the bathroom closet, Namiko ran it under cold water and used it to clean his mouth out. He held on to her waist to prevent himself from fainting, all the while she watched with tears in her eyes. It hurt her feelings to see him so visibly upset. She couldn't imagine being in his shoes.

"My baby head was hanging off her neck man. I don't understand why it was her and not me. She was a baby yo. My baby." He let his head drop on her shoulder as an overwhelming amount of guilt washed over him, and Namiko's arms wrapped around him in another hug.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry Isaiah. I'm so so sorry." How do you even comfort someone who'd been through something as traumatic as that and still lived to tell the story?

Isaiah hugged her back for about a minute or so before he pulled away, trying his best to clear his throat. "Can you give me a minute real quick?"

"I—okay.. Yes. Are you sure?" She looked at him with a small frown, watching him nod his head. She nodded as well before walking out of the bathroom to give him a moment to himself.

Her hands shook as she sat down in the bed again, now filled with so much anxiety. She felt terrible. She was the worst at comforting people because it was hard for her to process emotions and she wanted nothing more than to help him. She was upset that she couldn't figure out what to do to help.

The water from the sink turned on and ran for a couple of seconds before it turned off, meaning that he'd most likely brushed his teeth. About two minutes or so later, he walked out of the bathroom and laid in his previous spot next to her.

There were no more tears on his face but his eyes were bloodshot red and it appeared as if his skin had lost a shade of color from the nausea. She gave him her bottle of water that was on the nightstand, which he took and downed within seconds before speaking again.

"I couldn't even tell the paramedics where she was. Couldn't tell her mama what happened, couldn't tell my pops..I been knowing you for one month and got that shit out for the first fuckin' time. You did voodoo over me or something Nami." He looked over at her with his low eyes, and a sad smile grew on her face.

"I did not." She wiped away a water droplet from above his beard, focusing her gaze in on him.

"You've done so much for me..it makes me sad that I can't bring her back. If anyone deserves a few more minutes, it's you.. I'm so sorry." She rubbed his face, watching his eyes gloss over with tears again.

"You so beautiful girl.. I appreciate you." He brought her head forward to give her a single kiss and she gave him another hug after pulling away.

"I love you so much." He spoke quietly to her as her head remained in his neck, feeling his own heart pump a bit faster.

"I love you more baby." And just like that, all of his worries were gone. His heart rate went back to normal. His eyes dried up and for just a moment, his mind was calm. The only mere second of peace he'd had since the death of his daughter.

Namiko grabbed his face when he gave her another kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She realized this kiss could possibly turn into something more when he refused to let her pull away. She loved when he held her neck and forced her to stay still.

He groaned loudly in her mouth when her hand passed over his stomach and went to rest right over his dick, gripping it softly in her palm. It immediately rose to a full erection and she continued to rub it because she liked how it felt as it grew in her hand.

She moved her hand to the inside of his boxers and rubbed only the tip of his dick and then used her thumb to play with the hole that Shaniece told her about. Isaiah released a very audible moan in shock just as his nut began to spill out on her stomach.

"It's the white stuff. What is it called baby?" She asked, unaware that he was going through an orgasm.

"I'm nutting mama." He grunted softly in her ear, and she looked down again to watch him finish.

"Does it feel good?"

"Mhm. Shit." He grabbed her waist to keep himself stable as the orgasm slowly came to an end.

"Damn man." He sucked his teeth before raising up, slightly upset that he'd nutted so quickly. They hadn't even done anything yet. What a terrible first impression.

"What's the matter Isaiah?" She grabbed both of his arms after he wiped his nut away with the shirt he previously wore, able to sense that he was upset.

"You made me nut. I wasn't expecting you to do that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Should I not do that anym—,"

"Nah mama, it's a good thing. I just wasn't ready. It's my job to make sure you do it first. You surprised me, that's all. You good. Give me some." He lowered his head for a small kiss, and she held his face as their lips met again. She loved that he was okay with explaining everything to her.

Since she was already laying on her side, he just pulled her over on all fours and pushed her head down into the mattress, watching her back form a natural arch. She seen this position in the photos and knew that he would like it if her arch was deeper, so she did it on her own.

"You a natural." He kissed the back of her shoulder, and she smiled, anticipating his next move.

Isaiah pulled her black thong to the side and leaned down to take his first look at what was between her legs, and he bit his lip at the clear substance that coated her slit to make it wet. He covered her back up and pushed the print of his dick up against her, letting his hands roam her round ass.

"I can't wait to nut in this shit. I'm in love with you man." He pulled her panties down her thighs and let them rest around her knees, and Namiko's mouth fell open when he spread her cheeks apart and covered the hole with his tongue.

"Isaiah.." She gasped, reaching back to grab his head. She knew about the oral sex that usually took place on a vagina and about anal sex as well, but she didn't remember anything about anal eating.

"Oh my god." She moaned at his thumb that found its place on her clit, rubbing it softly underneath his fingertip while he continued to kiss and suck on her second entrance.

She lost her arch just a bit as his two innermost fingers slid inside her, adding on to the stimulation she was already getting from his tongue and his thumb. She buried her face into the pillow because she felt like she was too loud, but it didn't last long before his free hand came up and pulled her hair to tilt her head back.

"That ain't pee. You cumming. Let it out Namiko." He pressed down against her clit when he saw the frown on her face, and her mouth fell open in another moan as her stomach dropped.

"Relax. Let me have it." He brought her back against his face again and let go of her hair to push down on her lower stomach, causing her to let go of her juices without even thinking. He groaned against her as he nestled his face deeper into her slit, sucking up as much of her cum as he could.

"You taste just as good as you look. You know how good you look to me? Huh?" He came up for a kiss, and Namiko moaned in his mouth at how rough he was being. It was as if she wasn't moving fast enough for him to satisfy his craving.

"Yes. You tell me every day." She said with a smile, turning her body all the way around because she wanted to give him a hug. He chuckled as he returned it, able to tell that she was tired by how loose her grip was.

"Thank you daddy." She spoke softly, and Isaiah groaned as his dick began to throb again.

"Stop listening to Niecy, man." He rolled his eyes at the both of them, and Namiko burst out laughing at the immediate effect the name had on him.

Isaiah leaned back in the bench that he was sitting on, having flashbacks about the events of this morning. He'd been with Namiko since then and still somehow thought about her all day as if they were separated or something.

It wasn't even the sexual acts that he was thinking about. He just couldn't believe he'd actually vented to someone about his daughter for the first time—and not only that, but he practically snot-nosed cried as well. He was a bit embarrassed but thankful that she created a space that he was comfortable enough to do that in.

She didn't even realize what that meant to him. Carrying the details of his daughter's death on his shoulders for so long really took a toll on him. It felt like he could finally breathe again. He wished Aaliyah could've met both her and Naia. Was he delusional to imagine the family they could've been?

Namiko really wrapped him around her finger without even trying. The girl was just it.

"The court hereby calls case 678B dash 4529 to order for Namiko Lei Sato over the custody case of Naia Lei Sato." The clerk stood in front of the courtroom and announced, making the three of them stand from the bench to head to the front as well.

"Mr. Brewster, nice to see you again. Here to demand me around in my own court room again?" Judge Katherine Moore suspiciously rose an eyebrow at him while some people in the room laughed.

"Of course not, Judge Moore. It's nice to see you too." He chuckled, knowing that he was definitely guilty of doing that a few times before. He was just naturally authoritative even with figures who had more authority than him.

"What am I doing for you today?" She asked.

"My client is here to get full custody of her daughter who is currently in the care of a foster home that is unstable for both her and the other six children living there. I attached photos as evidence, and a report from a pediatrician who believes that she is nonverbal in response to the mental abuse she's endured while in the care of her current foster parents."

"Your client is the Queen of San Senova? Ms. Sato, is it?" She directed her attention to Namiko, who nodded her head with a small wave.

"Ms. Sato, was the president made aware of your arrival?" Judge Moore asked.

"No ma'am. The Prime Minister of my country spoke with the governor and we were told that they couldn't do much since we don't have diplomatic relations. It didn't upset me though. I don't think I'm above the law. I didn't mind working to prove that I should have custody over my baby again." She spoke quietly, but thankfully the small microphone attached to the defendant's desk made her easy to hear.

"Ok. Mr. Brewster, does the foster family object to restoring custody to Ms. Sato?"

"Not that I'm aware of. We've visited a few times with no complaints." He told her, gesturing to the empty opposing bench where Naia's foster mother would have sat if she did have an issue.

"Very well. Give me one second to go over everything." She grabbed her glasses that hung from her neck and pushed them up the bridge of her nose to see the paperwork better.

Isaiah sat down beside Namiko again, and she looked over at him with his favorite pair of round, curious eyes. Naia was sitting in her lap, eating a lunchable and simultaneously staring at Isaiah as well. It was crazy how identical they were.

His favorite girls.

"Mmmmmm," Naia hummed against his finger that he let her hold, gripping it tightly with her tiny fingers.

"Love you." He said slowly to get her to repeat it, but all she did was grab his face in her hands and lightly squeeze at his cheeks.

He sat upright again in the seat just as Judge Moore began speaking.

"You seem close with the family, Mr. Brewster."

"I am. Respectfully." He didn't have a reason to lie and knew it wouldn't mean anything since he didn't start dating Namiko until after she became his client. If they were together before then it may have been a problem.

"Very well then. I will grant Ms. Sato supervised custody for the next four weeks. The third party individual will be you, Mr. Brewster. I've always respected you and your work and trust that you won't be dishonest regardless of marital status. We will revisit for a full custody hearing on March 16th, 2023. Court is dismissed." She banged her gravel, and Isaiah smiled when Namiko threw her arms around him in a hug.

I didn't even read a mock trial script for this. Purr