A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is having a good start to the new year! I have a new story that I would like to present call Blended Love. I notice that no one has ever done this type of story before on the fandom and I wanted to take a shot at it. Please review so I can have your feedback on this story and please as usual ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Boondocks. All rights belong to the rightful owners.

Blended Together

Prologue

Chaos and screaming erupted around the streets as shots were fired and the police tried to calm the people down. But no one was calming down. It was suppose to be a peaceful protest on the people's rights. But as soon as gunfire rang out into the crowd, they screamed, shouted and cried out for the brutality of the people. No one expected that this was turning out to be a fight for life.

Fire sparked in the city streets and the cries of people everywhere afraid. One man searches through the crowd, looking for his girlfriend. A friend of his told him she was there after everything he had told her. His afro was seen over the crowds of people as his wine coloured eyes searched for her. Than he spotted her looking frazzled and scared. Her brown eyes frantically searched for a way out as her boxed braided hairs flew in the air.

"Adrianne!"

She looked over to him as she held her very pregnant stomach. Seeing him she started towards him until he heard more shots being fired off. The man ducked down but his eyes never leaving hers. Than the unthinkable happens. Bullets hits her near her stomach and in her chest.

"No!"

He ran and scream for an ambulances to come as he manage to get over to her as she fell to the ground. He manage to get to her without any incident but the bleeding was bad.

"I'm sorry," she said in shorting breaths.

"Hold on Adrianne hold on," he said kissing her, "hold on."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry," she kept saying as tears were falling from her eyes.

"CAN SOMEONE GET HERE PLEASE!" he shouted as he tried to calm her down. But it wasn't looking good.

As the medics worked quickly in getting her into the ambulance, he stood there wondering how this all happened as they rushed to the hospital.

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Twenty four year old Huey Freeman ran his hands through his afro for the twentieth time as he waited to hear from the doctor. He needed to know if she and the baby were going to be okay.

Adrianne Stewart was everything Huey wanted in a woman. Smart, strong and beautiful. They met when they were rallying against the powers of the government two years ago. He was as happy as Huey could be.

He had just graduated from college when his girlfriend Adrianne told him he was going to be a father. He did everything he could to ensure that her and the baby were fine. As time grew closer, Huey started to see the cracks in their relationship. She was always unhappy and was going to protests and rallies against Huey's wishes. He knew how violent they could get and didn't want her or the baby hurt. But they were fighting a lot more because of it. She wasn't going to stop the fight because she was pregnant. But than Huey started to notice other things as well. She really wasn't into becoming a mother. Huey did everything he could but she wasn't interested.

But now, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if she was okay or something was seriously wrong.

"Mr. Freeman?"

Huey looked up and saw the doctor covered in bloody scrubs. Something in his gut told that any news he was going to get wasn't going to be good.

"I'm Dr. Clarkson and I hate to be giving you the news but I'm sorry. Adrianne passed away at 12:19 am," he said.

Huey hung his head. She was gone.

"The injuries she has sustain and the internal bleeding was too much for her to handle. Do you know any family she has?"

"Yeah they're all in New York," Huey choked, "I'll call them in the morning."

"Okay, I can provide a grief counsellor if needed."

"No," he said, "what about the baby?"

"We had to do a caesarean section to deliver the baby. He is currently in the maternity ward as we speak to be checked out."

"I have a son?" Huey said in shock. His baby? His son is alive?

"Yes Mr. Freeman and congratulations. He was born at 11:20pm yesterday. The nurse will bring you to him now if you like," Dr. Clarkson said.

"Can I say good-bye to Adrianne?"

"Sure thing, come this way," he said.

Huey followed the doctor into the operating room.

When Huey stared at the body of Adrianne, he was hurt, angry but most sad. Life was about good-byes but he didn't know why he had to say it now. The mother of his son and his girlfriend. Tears fell from his eyes as he tried to find the words. His son made it but she didn't. But still he loves her and hated how she died.

"I love you Adrianne," he said as his voice cracked in pain, "and I will take care of our son. Good bye."

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Huey held his son. He was perfect weighting in at 8 lb. and 2oz. He didn't know how he was going to raise him alone. But looking at his son, he would do anything for him. Something changed in him when he saw him. Considering his birth, he was healthy as he could be. Huey knew he was extremely lucky that his son survived. A new Freeman was now in his arms and he was now a father.

"Well Malcolm," Huey said to his sleeping son, "it's just us now."

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Chapter 1

Two Years Later

"Hold my hand Malcolm," Huey said holding his hand out to his son. Malcolm grabbed on as he slowly walked with his dad. Huey couldn't blame his kid. They were looking at apartments all day and they haven't found anything they like. Not after his last apartment building caught on fire. Luckily Huey thought to have rental insurances.

But finding a new suitable place to live was proofing to be difficult. It was either the right kind of place but the rent was to high or the rent was right but the place was not suitable enough to raise Malcolm in. But everyday, Huey looked through the local ads and trying to get out of the on campus housing they were currently living in. He didn't know how much more drunk and naked students he could take. It wasn't an environment he wanted to raise Malcolm in.

Malcolm started to trip because how tired he was. Huey pulled him up in his arms and started walking faster. The weather wasn't ideal. It was the beginning of spring but the temperatures were still cold and windy. He thought he may found a decent apartment but it needed some repairs. If he could get it at the right price than he was golden. He wanted the best for Malcolm anyway possible.

Huey walked up to the single story house with yellow siding as the paint peeling and the grass had patches of brown in it. But Huey could make it work. If he was able to get the place. Since it was open house that day and he walked in looking for the realtor. And he already called ahead.

"Hello are you Huey Freeman?" A perky woman greeted them. Dyed blond hair and blues eyes with a fake tan, the woman was clearly trying to impress someone.

"Yes I am nice to meet you Miss…" Huey said holding out his hand.

"I'm Linda Carling and who this handsome young one?" Linda asked looking at Malcolm who just stared at her.

"My son, Malcolm."

"Oh he is such a darling!" she said. Huey was already getting a bit annoyed. He just wanted to see the house.

"Anyways, there is another lady here looking at this place so why don't I show you around?" she said flirting with Huey.

He wasn't interested. Because since Adrianne died, he didn't date and most women didn't want to be around a single dad. Malcolm was his priority.

The house was everything Huey was looking for. But there was some major repairs needed but that was alright, he could do the work himself. The three bed, two bath house with a basement and had hardwood floors in good conditions. The neighbourhood was good, it was close to the subway so Huey be able to get to work and it was also close to Mrs. Brown so she was able to babysit Malcolm. The bonus was there was a bit of a backyard for when Malcolm got older.

"So are you interested in renting?" she asked as they came back into the kitchen. He set Malcolm down after the tour so he could explore the house himself.

"Yes but I need to know what is the asking payment monthly."

"The woman is asking for $1500 a month," Linda said.

"Excuse me but did you say $1500 a month?" a woman ask as she came in the kitchen.

"Yes miss $1500 a month," Linda said, never taking her eyes on Huey.

But Huey eyes widen at the sight of the woman. Big strawberry blond curly hair with matching big green eyes and caramel coloured skin. Top with the sweet voice he knows this woman and haven't seen her in seven years.

"Jazmine?"

When the woman looked up at the man and her green eyes met with his wine coloured eyes, her mouth dropped.

"H..Huey?" Jazmine said in disbelief. They stood there staring at each other in shock.

"Uh I'm sorry but do you two know each other?" Linda said uncomfortably as they were staring at each other.

"Uh yes," Jazmine confessed.

"I see," she said, shifting in her place. Linda didn't know what would happen between these two. Did they date and it ended badly? Or did they not like each other?

SMASH!

Everyone snapped out of their trances and hurried into the living room as two young children were fighting.

"GIVE IT BACK!" the girl screamed.

"NO ITS MINE!"

"Malcolm that's enough!" Huey said grabbing a hold of Malcolm.

"Rosa you know better than this!" Jazmine said pulling the girl away from the situation.

Jazmine's eyes widen when she stared at a mini Huey. But so did Huey when the young girl was almost the exactly like Jazmine. The blond hair she had was a little darker but still had that massive curls. Her eyes were a violet colour instead of the emerald colour Jazmine has. But they had the same skin tone, the same smile and the same big eyes.

"You have a kid?" They shouted at each other.

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They left the house to get something to eat after telling the shock looking Linda they will think about it. As shock as they were in seeing each other after all of this time, it felt like this was suppose to happen. Huey came back after Granddad died and never looked back. Jazmine stayed behind to be with her parents. But he didn't know why Jazmine was here in Chicago.

They sat in a local diner in a booth but either was sure what to say to one another. Their kids were well behave as they ate their meals.

"So her name is Rosa?" Huey asked as they all ate their meal in silence.

"Yes," she said, "she is my pride and joy."

Rosa looked up at her mom and smile continuing what she was doing.

"She looks just like you."

"Thank you I can say the same thing for you little man," Jazmine said, "Malcolm right?"

She almost had to laugh because he just raised his eyebrow at her than went back to colouring.

"Yes, but I don't understand why you're here?"

"What do you mean?" Jazmine asked.

"You're here in Chicago. I'm trying to understand," he said.

"It's complicated Huey and it isn't something I am ready to talk about," Jazmine said.

"Is someone after you or-"

"Oh no no nothing like that," she said, "it's just painful. I want to just raise my daughter the best way I can."

"I understand," Huey said, "so she a Dubois?"

"Yup."

"So I take it that the father isn't in the picture."

"Yup."

"I hate when you do that."

Jazmine just chuckled and they went back into silences.

"I'm sorry to ask this but what happen to Malcolm's mother?"

"I don't like talking about it Jazmine. She isn't here," Huey said.

"That's alright I was just curious," Jazmine said nervous and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Huey sighs, how was she able to do that. Make him feel guilty and he had no idea why.

"What I am curious about is why you are looking for a place?"

"Oh the last apartment had a murder there. I didn't want to raise Rosa in fear so I am looking for a safer environment," she said, "and what about you?"

"The apartment building caught on fire so I need to find a good place."

"I understand. It's hard to find a place now a days," she said as she watched her daughter coloured something on her place mat. "The house was perfect but the rent isn't something I can afford."

"It is a lot of money," Huey said, "and it's in need of repair."

"I guess that I will have to keep looking. I hope that I can find something soon."

"Same but I doubt that I will find something as close to that," he said.

Jazmine nods her head in understanding. They sat in silences again and watch the kids interact with each other. Malcolm was defiantly Huey's son. He was standoffish but he had a thirst for knowledge while Jazmine's daughter was sweet and caring just like her mother.

"What do you do?" she asked after some time.

"I am a professor assistant at the University of Chicago," he said.

"Wow I thought you would be a lawyer."

"Yeah but things changes," he said, "what about you?"

"I'm a hairstylist," she said, "I make a pretty good living."

"What made you decided that? Because if I remember correctly, you wanted to be a vetrinarian," he said.

"I had a lot of the courses already as a minor. When I got pregnant I wanted to do something else so I can be around her more often."

Huey remember her doing Riley's cornrows all of the time. And help cooked and clean his granddad's house. Helping the kids out in the neighbourhood…

"And someone watches her as you work?" Huey asked, because he suddenly got an idea. Maybe just maybe this could work.

"Oh no I take her with me as long as I keep her occupied with something," she said.

"So your hours are flexible?" he asked.

"Of course," she said, "what's this about Huey?"

"My babysitter is an older woman, Mrs. Brown and babysitting Malcolm isn't always easy," he said.

"So you want me to babysit Malcolm?"

"Yes and no but do think about this," he said, "that house is in need of repair but I have work and Malcolm on top of that. I can't do it all at the same time. But let's say that I lived with someone else who could help me with that."

"So you are basically saying that we should be roommates?" Jazmine said unsure.

"Exactly. I know that Malcolm will be taken care of and you and Rosa have a safe place to live. I trust you with my son. There are three bedrooms in the house and has two baths. If I can get it a bit cheaper than I don't see a problem living together for the sake of our children."

"But who gets the third bedroom?" Jazmine asked, "because it's not something I would want."

"That room needs a lot of work," he said, "the other two will be fine for now once we get that finished."

"Okay so your son and my daughter will share a room?"

"Ah I was thinking I would room with my son and you room with your daughter," he said. Well he couldn't lie because she was a beautiful woman. But he didn't want to date anyone right at the moment or have those kinds of thoughts on his friend.

Jazmine sat silent as if she was processing everything on what he said. He could see her thinking about it. It made sense for the both of them because they both want the same thing, protecting their children.

"How would we divided rent?" she asked. Huey almost had to smile, she got it and she was in.

"THAT'S MINE!" Malcolm shouted over a crayon Rosa took.

"NO IT'S MINE!"

Huey and Jazmine tried to get their kids under control. They sure hope they know what they were doing as they pulled their kids away from each other.

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Huey and Jazmine walked out with their children in their arms after the mess from the diner. Either were pleased with how they were behaving but the solution was still better than living in a rat and bug infested apartment. The open house was starting to come to a close as they hurried in as the cold was getting to the kids.

"Alright Rosa, you stand right here," Jazmine said as she place her daughter in a corner for timeout. Malcolm gave a smile but wasn't happy when Huey did the same thing.

"Same thing Malcolm and behave the both of you," he said as they both walked into the kitchen. Linda sat there with a older looking woman drinking tea.

"Mrs. Wyatt, I don't think anyone will take the place," Linda said, "you need to get some updates on this place if you are interested in renting."

"I have no money to put into this house," Mrs Wyatt said, "I would but I cannot child."

"Well why don't you put the house up on the market? Than you would have more people interested."

"No I will not!" Mrs. Wyatt said, "this house belong to my husband, god rest his soul. And I will not let someone own this house because - Oh hello."

"Sorry we are intruding," Jazmine said, "but we are interested in the house."

"Oh come in come in!" Mrs. Wyatt said, giving them a place to sit while Linda was looking nervous.

"Are you interested in renting?" she asked.

"Yes," Huey said, "we wanted to talk to you about some of the things about this house."

"OH! This is so exciting! A lovely couple are interested in my house!"

"They came separate," Linda said.

All of them looked at her.

"Aren't the two of you a couple?" Mrs. Wyatt asked.

"I'm sorry we're not," said Jazmine, "we are old friends who just ran into each other here and we are both interested in the place."

"Oh I'm sorry but I can only rent to one person," she said sadly. They seem like a couple to her. If they do get together than they would make a lovely one in her eyes.

"Jazmine can you get the kids?" Huey asked her. She nodded her head and left the kitchen.

"Kids? You have children?"

"Yes."

Jazmine walked in with Rosa and Malcolm by her side. They weren't arguing anymore so that was a good sign. But they were both clearly unhappy with their punishment.

"Malcolm sit here please," Huey said. Malcolm did as he was told. He sat beside Huey and stay quiet.

"Okay Rosa can you be a good girl and sit in the chair as Huey and I talk to this nice lady?" Jazmine said softy.

She nodded her head and sat down where her mother would sit.

"Oh they are lovely. Oh I'm sorry I'm Rita Wyatt," she said holding out her hand.

"Jazmine Dubois," she said shaking her hand, "and this is my daughter Rosa."

"Huey Freeman and my son Malcolm," he said shaking her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet the both of you and you already know Linda I believe," she gesture to Linda who was hanging back watching the situation.

"So which one is interested?" Rita asked.

"We agreed that we would split the cost of the rent to help keep bills down," Jazmine said.

"So you both will live here?"

They nodded their head.

"But I will state that the place needs work," Huey said, "I would like to proposed some ideas about rent and some repair-"

"Of course the house needs work," Linda said, "there are a lot of repairs needed and-"

"And I wanted to proposes that Jazmine and I will take care of the repairs for lesser rent," Huey interrupted her like she did to him.

"You would do that?" Rita said.

"Of course," said Jazmine, "we really like the house."

Rosa was starting to fall asleep and Jazmine lifted her up and placed her in her lap. Rosa cuddled up to her mother as Malcolm watched them interact.

Rita eyed Huey because he seemed familiar to her.

"Did you say your last name was Freeman?" Rita asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"Aren't you Charlie Freeman's boy?" She asked, "because I known him to have two sons. Poor man, died way too young with that pretty little wife and left in the care of their granddad."

Jazmine shot him a look. It did sound like him.

"Yes ma'am Charlie Freeman was my father," Huey said. He wasn't expecting that.

"I knew it as soon as I saw you child," Rita said excitedly, "you look and your son look just like him. Oh he was a good man, smart too. His wife Desiree was the sweetest little thing. She kind of reminded me of you."

Jazmine wasn't sure what to feel about that. It wasn't a bad thing but at the same time it did freak her out a bit.

"Lovely couple they were. Oh they were beautiful and the boys they had? Couldn't have been more of a gift from god."

Jazmine almost laughs, if she only knew them when she met them when she was ten.

"But I am glad that you are here now Huey," Rita said, "last that I have heard your granddad left the city."

"To Maryland."

"I see and that is where you met this sweet child?" she asked pointing at Jazmine.

Jazmine blushes, "Yes that's where we met."

Linda rolled her eyes. Not seeing where this is going.

"I see," she said eying the two of them and the sleeping children beside them. "And you will do the work?"

"Yes," they said.

"You see I own this house with my husband when we first got married. I don't have the money to put into the house or I would do the repairs myself. This place is important to me but I cannot live on my own anymore. So I set it high so I would be able to do the repairs. But if you are able to do them than I see no issues with lowering the rent."

"Rita," said Linda, "it is at a fixed cost. There is no way you can lower them."

"I pay you if I remember correctly," Rita said, "and I knew his parents. Good honest people and I know that they also gave that to their boys. I am willing to lower it to $900 a month but you will have to pay the utilities."

"Are you sure?" Jazmine asked not believing what she was hearing.

"I already know that you want those babies safe," Rita said, "and I wanted someone in this house that I know will love it. The both of you are the only ones that came back. I need the help and I agree to our agreement. If you want it."

Huey and Jazmine both looked at each other knowing they should take the deal.

"We do," Huey said, "when can we move in?"

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"I'm glad that we can move in soon," Jazmine said, holding onto Rosa who was asleep on Jazmine's shoulder. Malcolm was doing the same thing.

"Yes, how soon can you get out of your lease?"

"I need 30 days," she said, "but it will give me time to go through everything."

"I'll have the rooms ready for us by the time your ready to move in," Huey said, "might as well start with those."

"Okay so I will see you in the morning to sign the paperwork?"

Huey nodded.

"Alright see you tomorrow Huey," Jazmine smile as she headed towards the bus.

"Good night and remember to text me when you get home."

"I will," she said heading down the street to the subway. He would have walked with her but his stop was on the other side and he wanted to get back as soon as possible. He headed towards his stop at the subway platform as soon as Jazmine was out of sight.

Huey didn't know how this day could have gotten any stranger. First he saw Jazmine after seven years of not having any contact with her. Than deciding that they should live together because of a house. Than meeting a woman who knew his parents and owns the house he was soon to be living in with his son, Jazmine and her daughter Rosa.

He didn't know what was more crazier. Jazmine, the house or Rita? But looking down at Malcolm, something in his gut told him that it would be worth it in the end.

With what? He didn't know.

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