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This was meant to come out yesterday but I forgot - my bad 🤍

Omniscient 6 months later...

Naala walked confidently down the halls, her heels sounding through the hallway making everyone she passed, stop and acknowledge her.

"Welcome back Princess," Someone said opening the meeting room door for her.

"The princess is back," Naleli smirked rising from her seat.

"I am," Naala smiled walking to her seat right across from Naleli. "Mom, Eli," She greeted them, taking her seat.

"I trust you're better now," Eli said, he was asking if she was mentally stable but in less words.

"I'm perfect," Naala nodded. "Now, you still haven't found him?"

"He's hiding well," Miani spoke up, "I think it's good you're back, you can lure him out,"

"I was thinking that too," Naleli agreed. "He seems to be obsessed with you,"

"You look exactly like me, why didn't you lure him out?" Naala questioned her twin sister.

"He'll know it's not you," Naleli shrugged. Naala crinkled her nose and tapped her nails against the table.

"What about the Parkers? Any news?" She asked looking up,

"Disappeared of the face of the earth," Eli said, his voice booming through the room. "That's why I'm stepping your security up again, both of you,"

"I don't need that, it makes my daughter nervous," Naala replied, Malia hated the security.

"Yes you do. If anything you need more," Naleli responded. "Mom what do you think?"

"You know what I think. I want you girls to leave New York, I can't lose you,"

"Miani be quiet. They can't run away from their responsibilities," Eli shouted. "We're laying low for the moment. Naala no travelling, Naleli stay put,"

"I wasn't going to travel," Naala answered. Which was a lie, she wanted to get out of New York badly.

They wrapped up their meeting and Naala and Naleli were walking side by side to their cars.

"You look well," Naleli complimented, "I hope you are,"

"I am. Hassan has really been amazing, I feel refreshed," Naala confessed. "These 6 months have been good,"

"I can tell. You genuinely look happy. How about the kids?" Naleli questioned.

"Amir has been letting me see them more often," Unbeknownst to Naala, Hassan had a conversation with Dave and now she got to see them more.

"Good." Naleli nodded. "I wanted to ask you a question,"

"Mmm," Naala replied turning to her.

"How did you know you were in love?" Naleli said quietly. Naala's smile widened across her face.

"You're in love!" Naala squealed loudly, making Naleli smack her shoulder.

"Not so loud," She said hinting to Tarek that was walking ahead of them. "How did you know?"

"Well I thought I was in love with Amir, but he's not a good example," Naala started. "I knew I loved Hassan when he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. When my heart beats faster when I'm near him, or when he touches me. Love is meant to be effortless not stressful," Naala preached to her sister.

"Does Hassan know you feel this way about him?" Naleli raised a brow, this was the first she was hearing of this.

"No he doesn't, but I do and that's all that matters. Tell Tarek how you feel, he probably feels the same way," Naala replied.

"Take your own advice," Naleli laughed at Naala. "You've been with him for 6 months, you already have a son,"

"I don't want to rush," Naala muttered. "I rushed with Amir because of Sinai and that was the wrong choice. If I had taken my time maybe I would have realised he wasn't the one for me."

"I guess," Naleli answered. "Are you going home?" She asked as they reached Naala's car.

"Yeah my baby isn't feeling well," Naala said with a pout. It wasn't often that Hassan was sick but when he was, the whole world had to know.

"Drive safely," Naleli said giving her sister a hug. She was working on being more affectionate with the people she loved. "I-I love you,"

"Leli," Naala pouted, her eyes stinging. "I love you too," She said hugging her back.

The girls separated and got into their individual cars, speeding off to their separate destinations.

~~

Naala's POV

"Oh baby," I frowned rubbing Hassan's back as he threw up in the toilet. "What did you eat?"

"Ion know," Hassan grumbled sitting up and wiping his mouth.

"And you're hot," I said feeling his forehead. "Okay get up," I added trying to lift him up.

"I feel like shit," He complained putting his hands on my waist.

"You look it." I stifled a giggle. "You clean yourself up and I'll make you something to eat,"

"Thanks baby," He mumbled tapping my butt. I walked out of the bathroom and picked up my phone from the nightstand.

"Drew shut up it's my sister wife," Dess said as she picked up the phone. I laughed and smiled at the camera.

"What's wrong with you? I've told you about that," I said jogging down the steps.

"But you're my sister wife," Dess replied with a smile. "How's our baby daddy?"

"Being sick everywhere Desiree, I ain't never seen no sickness like this," I responded propping my phone up in the kitchen. I moved around finding ingredients for chicken soup, one of his favourites.

"He's never sick," Dess replied, "I hope it's not contagious, Mocha will be coming right back over there with y'all,"

"Girl," I straight faced her. "I was gonna send Saint by y'all. I don't need him getting sick,"

"You can, but what about Father's Day? You still wanna do the brunch?" Dess asked me. I started washing the chicken and turned my head back to face the phone.

"He should be better by then," I answered.

"By when?" Hassan sniffed coming into the kitchen. He doesn't listen,

"Why are you out of bed?" I said moving the phone from the counter.

"I've got a few rounds to make," He said lowly coming up behind me. "You talking to your sister wife?" He said kissing my cheek.

"Y'all think you're so funny," I squinted when they both started laughing. "Sit your ass down. This is why you're sick because you're always moving," I fussed at him.

"She's right Hassan," Dess agreed. "Take a break, let her take care of you,"

"You wanna take care of me?" He whispered in my ear. He started to rub my sides and push himself into me.

"Not like that, you horny fucks!" Dess shouted. "Where's my step son?"

"He's sleeping," I laughed, Hassan was still kissing on me making me move my neck. "Go lay down, then I'll come take care of you," I spoke pushing him in the direction of the couch.

"You really want me to have Saint?" Dess asked looking at me through the screen.

"Maybe it's a stomach bug or something because he's vomiting," I answered. "I'll let you know if I need you,"

"Alright girl, call me," Dess chirped. "And keep making that baby for me!"

"Bye Desiree," I stale faced her hanging up the phone.

"Baby!" Hassan called out, "I'm thirsty," He added.

"I'm coming," I sighed wiping my hands on a cloth. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the cartoon of orange juice. I poured some in a glass and took it over to him.

"Thank you," He said taking the drink. He was laid out on the couch, wrapped in my blanket.

"You want anything else?" I asked rubbing his head,

"You." He smirked and sneezed right after. I smacked my teeth and got up getting him a tissue.

"Here," I handed him the tissue. I heard several sneezes coming from the hallway and Saint emerged, looking exactly like his dad - sick.

"Mama I don't feel well," Saint sniffed hugging my waist.

"Aw Papa, go lay down with daddy, I'm coming," I said softly, wiping his nose with the tissue in my hand.

"My poor boys are sick," I whined walking back into the kitchen. I carried on making the soup, now for both of them whilst running back and forth to help them.

I fed them and everything, while trying to eat my own food. It was like having two babies, it was not fun at all.

"Cabo I'm about to kill somebody," I mumbled to him as he laid at my feet.

"Mommy!" "Babyyyyy,"

"What do y'all want now?" I snapped walking in front of them.

"The tv," Saint pointed at the tv screen. They were watching Netflix and the 'are you still watching?' screen was up.

"Where's the remote?" I huffed putting my hands on my hips.

"There," Hassan sniffed pointing to the remote that was RIGHT in front of him.

"I'm gonna use it and stick it up your ass if you don't lean over and get it," I snapped. "Having me running around like a headless chicken,"

"She's in a bad mood," Saint tried to whisper but I heard him.

"Damn right I'm in a bad mood," I shouted. "How many times do y'all look after me when I'm sick?"

"Is you gonna get the remote or?" Hassan said followed by a cough.

"Dummy," I said picking up the remote and throwing at them.

"Ow," Saint mugged rubbing his forehead. "You didn't have to throw at us, right dad?"

"You're making it worse," Hassan said to him quietly.

"I'm going to bed, y'all look after each other for the night," I said turning on my heels. "It's just me and you tonight Cabs," I said lifting him up.

"Don't put that dog on my pillow," Hassan called after me.

"Too late," I shouted back. I let Cabo jump up onto the bed and I stripped out of my clothes getting into it.

"Have me running around all day," I mumbled turning the tv on and putting the volume up high. I watched all my shows until I fell asleep with Cabo right next to me.

~~

"Malia's mommy!" Malia squealed standing up to run over to me. "Missed you mommy,"

"I missed you too baby," I smiled kissing her face,

"Too many kisses," She blushed hiding her face in my neck.

"Not enough kisses," I laughed tickling her. "Hey Sinai,"

"Hi mommy," Sinai said surprising me. She didn't hug me but it was something.

"Happy Father's Day for tomorrow," I said to Amir, "And congratulations on your new baby," I said clearing my throat.

"Thanks," He nodded, "I forgot how stressful it is having a new baby,"

"I bet you did," I spoke awkwardly. I looked around the restaurant for a waiter.

"Did you wanna order something?" He asked putting his tattooed hands on the table.

"Yeah," I answered. We were working on being civil for the kids. It was harder than I thought, especially when I hated him.

"Sorry we're late," I heard from behind me. There stood Trinity and Maniya, who was holding a baby carrier, meaning they brought the baby along too.

"Malia's new sister," Malia pointed at the baby. I tucked my lips in and turned back around, facing the menu.

"Hi mom," Maniya said touching my shoulder. I looked at her and then at her hand on my shoulder.

"Hi," I said quietly. Trinity was looking at me, waiting for a greeting but I couldn't imagine what she thought I would say to her.

"I thought it would be good for us all to be together," Amir mentioned as they sat down.

"Why?" I sighed. "I'm not in the mood to argue, this is your little family that I don't want any thing to do with. I'm just here to see my children,"

"Calm down," Amir said touching my hand. I jerked my hand back and put it on my lap. "We're all family,"

That baby was not my family, in any shape or form. Neither was their mother.

Trinity took the baby out of the seat and put them in her lap. It let me get a better look at the baby and my stomach turned.

"How's school been?" I asked Malia, "And your dad told me you're in dance class now?"

"Malia likes dancing," She nodded. I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"I'm back at ballet too," Sinai spoke up making me turn to her.

"That's amazing, maybe I'll come to one of your classes," I said with a smile, happy that she was talking to me.

"I would like that," Sinai smiled moving a bit closer to me. "Where's Saint? You never bring him to see us,"

"Um Saint's with his daddy," I answered. The truth was Hassan had told me he didn't want Saint around Amir, which was understandable.

"I miss Bubba," Malia said making me snap my neck towards her. She didn't refer to herself in third person, meaning her speech was improving.

"He misses you too, I'll ask your dad if I can take you guys out," I said looking directly at Amir. I had been avoiding looking over at him and Trinity gush over their new baby.

"You don't have to ask me," He said rearranging the baby on his chest.

"Naala I wanted to say I'm sorry if I've offended you," Trinity spoke making me draw my eyes away from Amir and place them on her.

"Why would you think that?" I said. "Unless you have,"

"I feel like you have a problem with me. I don't know if it's because I'm friends with Mia and Brianna," Trinity sighed.

"That was news to me. I don't know who you are friends with and I don't care," I said honestly.

"I told you she wouldn't care," Maniya said to Trinity. That made me laugh because since when were these two best friends.

"I think I'm gonna leave," I said picking up my purse. "I'm throwing a party for Hassan tomorrow, you should bring the girls,"

"What for?" Amir spoke first, handing Trinity their baby.

"Father's day," I replied, it wasn't any of his business anyway. "Bring the girls please?"

"Why? He's not their dad, I am," Amir responded,

"Grow up," I said standing up. "I'll see you two tomorrow," I said kissing both of them.

"Bye mom," Maniya waved and I gave her a head nod, not paying her or Trinity any attention.

~~

"You can put them down here," I instructed the caterers who were working around me. "And then the cake can go right there," I pointed to the top of the table. Everyone was here apart from Hassan because he didn't know about it.

"You need to slow down," Desiree said walking in with gifts in her hands. "Sit down and take a break Lala,"

"I don't have time for breaks, he's gonna be here any minute now," I stressed taking the gifts from her.

"Lemme deal with it, sit," She ordered. I huffed and took a seat to shut her up.

"I got you something," Dess spoke fishing through her purse.

"Oh I love you," I sighed taking the pickle from her. "And it's a big one, thank you,"

"These nasty ass pickles," Dess frowned. "I also got you gum cos those shits are gonna have your breath jumping,"

I laughed and accepted the gum. Opening up the pickle, I took a big bite out of it, savouring the taste. "This is so good," I moaned taking another bite.

"First thing you've eaten all day?" Dess questioned.

"Yeah, I haven't had time to eat," I responded, sitting back in the seat.

"Don't make a habit out of that, it's not healthy," Dess replied. I heard commotion and gasps making me turn my head.

"Desiree please tell me they didn't just drop the cake," I said closing my eyes.

"They didn't just drop the cake," She repeated putting her stuff down. I bit my lip and went to get up,

"No I'll deal with it," Dess stopped me. "And don't start crying,"

"I'm not crying," I sniffed with tears running down my face. "He's gonna hate this, nothing even looks right,"

"It's perfect Naala!" Dess exclaimed. "You're just nervous but I don't know why, he's gonna be happy,"

"You don't know that," I mumbled, finishing the rest of my pickle.

"I do," Dess giggled. She checked her phone and her eyes widened. "Don't stress but he's right outside,"

"Really?" I shot up and fixed my hair. "You told him 4 right?" I said checking my watch.

"I did but he's early," Dess replied standing to her feet as well.

"Well obviously," I responded. "How do I look?" I asked smoothing out my dress.

"Beautiful," Dess smiled, "Should I let him in? He's with the kids,"

I nodded and Dess sent him a message letting him know to come in. I had transformed the entire backyard, there was a long banquet style table, dressed with plates and individual name cards. It was an intimate affair but I did extend the invitation to Mia.

At the end of the day, she was still the mother of one of his daughters - I couldn't change that.

"Oh shit," I heard Hassan curse as he walked in with Saint and Mocha. "You did this?" He asked Dess.

"Nope, this was all wifey," Desiree pointed to me. Hassan smirked and came over, scooping me off my feet.

"San!" I giggled hanging onto his neck tightly. "Put me down," I said in between laughs.

"I love it," He said kissing my lips and placing me on my feet. "You're amazing,"

"No you are," I said wiping his lips for him. "This is to say thank you, for everything,"

"Couldn't do most of it without you," Hassan responded hugging my waist.

"Can we eat now?" Patty called out from the table.

"Yeah let's eat," Hassan laughed taking my hand and leading me over to the table.

Everyone was eating and enjoying themselves but I couldn't, Amir called and said he wasn't going to bring the girls, which brought my mood down.

"You okay?" Hassan asked kissing the side of my head.

I nodded and leaned on his shoulder, "Have you enjoyed yourself today?"

"It's been crazy," Hassan nodded, "You gotta have one of them massages,"

"I knew you would like that," I smiled softly. Hassan had been complaining about a crook in his back so I hired some masseuses to come out for the brunch.

"Thank you," He said looking down at me. "I appreciate you baby," I fluttered my eyes at him and brought his head down, kissing his lips.

"Like I said, I wanted to say thank you for all you do for us." I repeated rubbing his cheek.

"Ain't nothing," He shrugged, "I wanna do my gifts now,"

"Dess could you help me with the gifts?" I said taking my head of his shoulder. She was busy all hugged up with Drew. The way these two were going, they were gonna be having a baby soon.

"Okay, baby wait," She said pushing Drew off of her. We walked to the gift table and she turned to me.

"Have you told him yet?" She asked with a head tilt.

"Not yet, maybe when we get home," I said in a hushed tone.

I ended the conversation there and Dess and I started carrying the gifts over to the table.

"This one is from us," Desiree spoke handing him the medium sized box. Hassan wasted no time ripping the wrapping paper off.

"Y'all did your thang with this one," He said looking at the personalised 1942 bottle that they brought him.

"We can share this one baby," He said holding the bottle up to me.

"Okay," I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He got through all the gifts until it was my turn.

"Hit me with it," Hassan said rubbing his hands together.

"Mine is something really small," I said handing him the box.

"Why you so nervous?" He laughed pulling me into his lap.

"Just open it," I shushed him looking at him nervously. He unwrapped it and opened it, looking at the sneakers confusedly.

"You brought the wrong size?" He asked lifting up the tiny sneakers and looking at them. I didn't respond, letting him connect the dots.

"Yo," Hassan said closing the box and opening it again. "Naala don't fuck with me right now,"

"I'm not," I said with a smile. He put the box down and put his hand on my stomach.

"You're pregnant?" Hassan mumbled before he jumped up, almost knocking me onto the floor. "You're pregnant?" He repeated lifting me off my feet.

"Yes Hassan, I'm pregnant," I laughed at his excitement.

"Yooooo," He screamed putting me down. "Y'all just heard that right?"

"I just wanna say I called it!" Dess shouted pulling me into a hug. "I'm so happy for y'all," She said with a smile.

"Baby are you fucking with me?" Hassan asked loudly,

"Boy quit all that screaming," Patty yelled back.

"Tete I'm gonna be a dad again!" He shouted back making his whole family look over at us.

"Hassan," I slapped his arm with a smile. "So you're not mad?"

"Mad?" He asked pulling me closer to him. "Baby I'm about to go scream it from the rooftops. You're really having my baby?"

"Yeah," I smiled putting his hand on my stomach. "You won't feel anything but they're in there,"

"I love you," Hassan said making my eyes widen. "I've been waiting to tell you that but Naala, I love you,"

"I love you too," I said with no hesitation. It felt like I was having a new start, with someone that deserved me.

~~

Ace's POV

"I'm on the gram so we real now," I said coming behind Naala. She was cleaning up the house now that everyone had left. I put Saint up to sleep and was coming down to help her clean up.

"Mmm, do you think the girls are coming?" Naala asked looking behind me.

"Nah I don't think so," I said making her eyes water. "Maybe he forgot," I said trying to think of a way to make her feel better.

"He didn't forget, he's being spiteful," Naala mumbled leaning against the counter. "I would never keep our kids from him, I wouldn't do that,"

"Don't get upset," I huffed taking the plate out of her hand. I was getting tired of having to speak to him about letting her see them kids.

"I know, today's meant to be a happy day," Naala said wiping underneath her eyes.

"Today is my happiest day," I smirked putting my arms around her. "I can't believe we're having a baby," I mumbled putting my face in her neck.

"It's been hard keeping it from you," She said hugging me back.

"When's your next appointment?" I spoke rubbing her stomach.

"Next week, I'm only 12 weeks," Naala answered looking at me. "I was scared you wouldn't want this,"

"Why wouldn't I want the baby?" I asked with a puzzled look.

"We've been trying for 6 months Hassan, I didn't think it would happen," She explained playing with the strings on my hoodie.

"God had other plans," I said before leaning down to kiss her. "I gotta go handle something," We separated and I took my gun out of the drawer, putting it in my waistband.

"Where? You're leaving me in this house all on my own?" Naala started to fret, I know she saw me take the gun. "What if someone turns up or - or I need you,"

"I'll be back soon," I reassured her. "You won't even notice I'm gone," I saw the anxiousness in her eyes.

"What if something happens to you?" She said lowly, intertwining our fingers. "When are you gonna stop this? I can't lose you, you can't leave me with your kids,"

"Naala who said anything about leaving? Go to sleep, I'll be back," I repeated rubbing her shoulders.

I took her up to sleep and kissed her goodnight before leaving out the house. I sped to my location, not even stopping to think about what I was about to do.

Stopping the car right in front of the door, I got out of the car taking my gun out. I banged on the door and waited for his bitch ass to answer.

"What she send you over here for?" He mugged leaning against the doorway.

"What did I tell you the last time I spoke to you?" I said calmly, taking my gun off safety.

"You're really gonna shoot me?"

"Answer the fucking question!" I shouted pointing the gun at him.

"Shoot me," He said staring the gun in the face. "She won't be able to survive without me,"

"Fuck you nigga," I said sending two shots to his legs and one to his shoulder. I wanted him to hurt, not die.

I put my gun back down and got into my car, speeding off before someone caught me.

I took the long way home, to get the gunpowder smell off me and parked the car in the garage just in case.

When I got back into the house, everything was dark and silent - just as I expected. Changing out my clothes, I slid into the bed next to Naala.

"You're back," Naala mumbled, still asleep.

"Yeah, go to sleep baby," I spoke pulling her closer to me.

"I love you Hassan," I heard her mutter before I heard her light snores again.

"I love you too," I replied kissing the back of her neck repeatedly and falling asleep alongside her.

I was woken up by someone shaking me and smacking my face.

"What's up?" I said shooting out of the bed. "The baby's good?" I asked quickly because I could see she was crying.

"Amir got shot," Naala cried making me side eye her.

"Shit for real?" I asked stretching. "Whatchu crying for?"

"Because of my kids San, apparently they were there and they saw everything go down," Naala responded. That made me grow alert,

"They saw what happened?" I asked to be clear. If that was the truth then I was fucked.

"Yeah I think so, why you still in bed? Get up," She frowned pulling my hand.

"You sure you want to go to the hospital?" I asked getting up and stretching again. "I don't need you around all that stress,"

"I have to make sure they're okay first," Naala said putting on a tight tee. It was so tight that her nipples were poking through. I stared at them licking my lips, imagining what we could get into.

"You are not thinking about sex right now," Naala snapped stopping my daydream. "I can't believe you," She mumbled walking past me.

"Nasir put your shoes on," I heard her fussing at Saint. I could tell her hormones were in full swing and I was about to stay out of her way.

I got dressed as slowly as possible, not wanting to go and sit by no niggas bedside and act like I didn't put him there.

"Hassan I'm about to leave!" Naala screamed from down the steps. I sucked my teeth and threw my hoodie on, jogging down the steps. Saint wore the same mug as me, with his hood up.

"Take that down," Naala said snatching the hood of his head. "Y'all are really trying to irritate me today huh?"

"You're irritating yourself," Saint mumbled under his breath,

"Nigga," I sighed when Naala stopped and spun around to look at him.

"What did you just say?" She squinted at him then looked at me. "You heard that right?"

"I didn't hear nothing," I defended. "I thought he said yes ma'am,"

"I did," Saint lied holding onto my hand. Naala looked between us and then huffed.

"My bad Papa," She apologised leaving out the door. I looked down at Saint and we shared a look, this was about to be a crazy ass day.

After an excruciating long drive, I pulled up at the hospital and we all filed out.

"David Brewster," Naala said to the lady at the reception. "He was brought in last night,"

"And what are you to him?" The receptionist asked Naala, popping her gum.

"Why does that matter?" Naala argued. Here we go again. Naala vs everybody, round 322.

"Baby it's just so she can let us up," I intervened quickly. I did not want to be at the hospital longer than I needed to.

"He's the father of my kids," Naala sighed taking her sunglasses off. The receptionist nodded and then looked down at her clipboard.

"He must get around, you're not the first to come in and say that," She said looking Naala up and down.

"Bitch tell the room number before I climb over this desk and smack your head against it." Naala said with the calmest voice ever. Ion know but it's something about her craziness that makes my dick happy.

"Room 208," The receptionist mugged sitting back in their seat.

"Thick neck ass bitch," Naala said snatching the visitor passes of her.

"I'm scared," Saint said to me quietly as Naala walked ahead.

"Me too little man," I whispered back following Naala onto the elevator. She leaned on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her.

"You think he's gonna die?" She asked looking up at me.

"Nah, it wasn't that serious," I said without thinking. Naala looked at me for a long time before she spoke again.

"Where did you go last night Hassan?" She questioned, playing with my fingers.

"Nowhere special," I answered and silently thanked God that we were at the floor we needed.

I held onto her hand as I led her and Saint out of the elevator and through the hallway. Stopping in front of 208, I heard Naala take a deep breath.

"Calm down," I said squeezing her hand, "I'm right here,"

I leaned down and pecked her lips to calm her down and then the door swung open.

"Mommy?" Maniya said. I know she hadn't speaking to Naala and after how she spoke to my girl in LA I wasn't trying to speak to her either.

"Oh she your mom now?" I said making Naala squeeze my hand.

"Hey where are they?" Naala said looking into the room. I saw the dumb ass laid in the bed with the tubes coming out his dumb mouth.

"Trinity took them to get breakfast," Maniya replied. Here we go again, round 323.

"You let my daughters leave here with a random person?" Naala said walking into the room and dragging Saint behind her.

"She's not random, she's their step mom," She responded. At this point, I think I could see the steam coming out of Naala's ears.

"Relax," I spoke but I'm sure she didn't hear me.

"Their step mom? Listen to me, if you don't respect me, then fine but the least you can do is make sure your sisters are safe! You don't know her from anywhere and she's taking them for breakfast?!" Naala screeched.

"You're really doing the most for nothing," She tutted sitting down.

Before Naala could even respond, the door opened again and in walked her kids and I'm guessing the dummy's bitch. She was carrying a baby and I kept catching Naala looking at the baby.

"Why are you here?" The girl said, I swear it's like everyone wants Naala to blow this hospital up.

"Oo I almost called you out your name," Naala mumbled dropping my hand. "I'm here to take my children home,"

"Malia going with mommy!" I wanted to say that it wasn't the time for that but Naala would beat my ass.

"You can't take them," She fixed the baby in her arms.

"And who's gonna stop me? Your boyfriend who's laid up with bullet holes in him, move out of my damn way," Naala snapped at her.

"Mama you're always so dramatic," Maniya tutted.

"You is a child, stay in a child's place," I said to her. "Ion take kindly to disrespect especially not to my woman,"

"Who even are you?" She rolled her eyes at me.

"Maniya watch how you speak to him," Naala warned picking Malia up.

"Why? Because you're fucking him?" The dumb asses girl spoke.

"Nai take your brother and sister into the hallway please?" Naala sighed putting her purse down.

"It's taking everything in me to not slap the shit out of you," Naala pointed in her face. "Maybe it's the ugly ass baby you're holding but I suggest you don't talk to me."

"Bitch shut up, you've only got mouth for me but you let him slap you around for years," She responded. I ain't never seen a chair fly so fast in my life, but Naala almost bust the poor girls head.

"Say it again," She said moving closer to her. I grabbed her quickly and held her tight.

"You just threw a chair at me!" The girl shouted.

"Hassan let me go," Naala said too calmly for my liking.

"Nah cos you're gonna hit her, she's carrying a baby," I said pulling her closer to me and stopping her from moving.

"I'm calling the police," Maniya mumbled taking out her cell. I snatched it and put it in my pocket.

"Are you crazy? You're really gonna call the police on your mama?" I said in shock, ain't no way any child of mine could be this reckless.

"I'm gonna kill you," Naala muttered to herself slipping out of her slides and throwing them at the girl.

"Stop it," I said holding her hands down. It took everything in me not to bust into laughter.

"You heard what she said to me," Naala said looking up at me. "Because Amir is a pillow talking bitch,"

"Ouch," I heard the dumb ass grumble. I let out a huff and released Naala.

"Don't be dumb," I said into her ear causing her to nod.

"I'm only here to take my daughters, I don't want to know how you are," Naala said walking up to his bedside.

"It was your nig-" He was about to snitch but I was faster cuz I ain't got no tubes linked up to me.

"Let's go baby," I called out louder than him.

"Dave she threw a chair at our baby," The girl called herself clutching the baby like Naala was gon' snatch it.

"And I'll do it again if you speak to me again," Naala replied. "I'm keeping the girls until you get yourself together,"

"Do what you want," He said through a scratchy voice. He was staring at me but I looked everywhere but him.

"I wasn't asking you," Naala laughed. "Move out my way," She said to the girl and we was on our way.

~~

"Fuck," I grunted my hands gripping Naala's hair as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick.

"Did you do it?" She asked taking my dick out of her mouth and playing with my balls.

I didn't even get to respond before she straddled my lap and slid down on me, her tightness making me groan like a bitch.

"Why are you ignoring me?" She moaned in my ear, "Shit Hassan," I heard her whimper when I started matching her strokes.

When I got tired of her taking control, I slid out of her and she crawled up to the headboard, opening her legs to let me get in the middle. Without warning, I slammed into her.

Naala arched off the bed, her mouth agape from my deep strokes. "You're so fucking beautiful," I said lowly as we held eye contact.

"I love you," Naala moaned loudly, clenching herself around me. "You're too deep babe," She added pushing my pelvis back.

"What I tell you about that?" I asked moving her hand and holding onto it tightly. I wasn't about to let up, so when I saw her third orgasm approaching, I fucked her all the way through it.

"Pretty ass pussy," I said to myself still pumping in out of her. Her moans like music to my ears because ain't no way I was stopping now.

Naala let out a string of moans still holding onto me, I felt my dick stiffen and I let myself go, spilling my seed all in her.

She stayed silent for a good 10 minutes, I had to check she was still breathing.

"You good?" I smirked moving her hair out her face.

"Now I gotta beat up Dess and Mia because ain't no way you fucked them like that," Naala panted rolling over. "You're really out here just handing good dick out, get off me," She complained moving my hand off her titty.

"You mad?" I laughed licking one of her nipples. She mugged me and moved her body so she was facing away from me.

"Of course I'm mad Hassan," I heard her mumble. "Never had dick like that in my life now you've got me thinking of all the hoes I have to fight,"

"I don't be doing everyone like that, you special," I said truthfully. I didn't fuck like that, Naala was different - I couldn't get enough of her.

"Lemme see your phone," She asked turning back towards me. I sucked my teeth and handed her the phone off the nightstand.

"Passcode?"

"112917" I replied with a yawn. "All my kids birthdays," I said before she asked.

"I know I'm not dumb, whatchu gonna do when you've got 4?"

"Change it to our wedding anniversary," I said with my eyes closed. I didn't hear anything so I opened one eye and looked over at her. "What?" I said cuz she was staring into my soul.

"You wanna marry me?" She asked putting the phone down.

"Yeah why you sound shocked?" I asked sitting up.

"Because I'm damaged goods," Naala answered looking away from me. "You'll get tired of me, I don't want you to waste your life,"

"Shut up before you make me mad," I replied. "You know how I feel about you talking down about yourself,"

"You're right, I'm sorry," She apologised, throwing her leg over me.

"Don't apologise, you've got nothing to apologise for," I said plucking her titty. "Lemme suck em," I said squeezing her boobs.

"You're lucky they're sore," She faked, letting me suck on them. She knew she loved it, sore or not.

"Why did you shoot him?" She finally asked making me remove my lips from her nipple.

"He pissed me off. I warned him about upsetting you and he didn't listen," I explained. I expected her to be more upset about it but she seemed fine.

"You shouldn't have let him see you," Naala muttered. "I don't want you to get in trouble behind him,"

"I won't," I reassured her, "Stop thinking of the worst thing that can happen,"

"Where's the gun? I'll get someone to get rid of it," Naala said sitting up and leaning on my chest.

"I dealt with it," I spoke pecking her lips. "How long are gonna keep the girls for?" I said changing the subject.

"He's already told the social worker, I have to take them back tomorrow," Naala frowned. "I want to appeal but I don't have a leg to stand on. I lost my law license and I don't have a legal job."

"You'll get them back, just be patient," I preached rubbing her back.

"I want my kids to want to be around me. I feel like I don't fit into their lives anymore. Look at how Maniya spoke to me, even Sinai," Naala carried on. I looked down to see if she was crying but she was calm.

"I sacrificed my life for my children and I would do it again," She sniffed. There go the tears I was looking for. "I let him belittle and abuse me so that they grew up with two parents but in the end I've hurt them more,"

I let her speak because I knew how much she needed to vent. "I'm a terrible person, a bad mom, I don't deserve children."

"That's where I have to stop you. Naala you have mental health problems, you're doing the best you can. He's filled your head up with all these ideas that you aren't good enough but you're more than enough," I said honestly holding her close.

"I'll spend the rest of my life reminding you of that if you need me to," I added kissing her forehead. "I love you Naala,"

"I love you too San," She replied, her tears wetting my chest but I didn't care, I would lay here all night if that meant she would be comfortable.

a/n - I need to find me a Hassan because 😩