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This isn't proof read so don't kill me 🤍Omniscient

"Stop," Naala moaned into her pillow. "He's gonna wake up Amir," Naala moved forward but Dave pulled her back, opening her legs wider.

"He won't if you're quiet," Dave said into her ear. He slid into her from the back, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Naala moaned softly, they hadn't stopped all night. Samar had woken up for his night feed and gone back to sleep, all while Dave and Naala spent their night fucking.

"That feel good?" Dave mumbled in her ear,

"So good," Naala cried out loudly,

"You're too loud," Dave taunted. On cue, Samar started to fuss in his cot.

"Not now," Naala whined holding Dave's hand. Dave chuckled and sped up, flipping her over so he could hover over her.

Samar's cries got louder while Naala's moans also increased.

"Let me get him," Naala panted pushing Dave's stomach. He nodded and pulled out rolling off of her. Naala huffed and sat up, reaching over to pick him up.

"Samar that isn't fair," Naala said to him, rocking him. "Mommy was making more babies," She whispered to him.

"Yeah we were," Dave said standing up and going into the bathroom.

"You've made step daddy mad," Naala laughed getting up. She grabbed his diapers and wipes and sat back on the bed, laying him down in front of her.

Samar cooed and shoved his hand into his mouth. Dave came out of the bathroom, on the phone. 

"How can he mess up a whole track Dean?" Dave grumbled moving around the room.

Naala minded her business and tended to Samar, lifting him up so he could eat.

"So sort it out then!" Dave shouted hanging up the call. He didn't realise he was being loud until he felt Naala's eyes on him.

"I'm sorry, they just pissing me off," Dave apologised immediately. His anger was once something that scared Naala and he didn't want to scare her anymore.

"It's okay," Naala nodded, "Tell me what's wrong," She patted the space on the bed next to her.

Dave sat beside her, holding Samar's hand. "All I want is to make music so I can take care of y'all but they keep messing my shit up,"

"Then get a different team. You've been with Dean for almost 10 years, maybe it's time for change," Naala suggested.

"He was the first person to take me seriously," Dave replied lying back down.

"But now he's messing with our money," Naala answered. "Get someone else, you don't owe him anything," She added using her one hand to rub his head.

"Maybe after the tour," Naala convinced him. Dave was due to go on tour in a few weeks for about 3 months. Naala wasn't looking forward to it but she couldn't stop him.

"You're right," Dave mumbled, "I'll get someone new," He agreed.

"Good," Naala smiled pecking his lips. "I don't like when you're all stressed," She spoke looking down at Samar.

"I ain't stressed no more," Dave replied, "Mar you didn't even wanna eat nothing," He said turning his attention to Samar was barely eating. He was staring at Naala and holding onto her shirt.

"I feel like he just likes the option," Naala laughed bringing her shirt down. "You're staring at mommy?" Naala cooed poking his cheek.

Naala lifted him onto her shoulder and a moment later, he vomited all over her and the bed.

"Samar," Naala pouted, "Bae can you take him," She asked holding him far from her body.

"He's never sick like that," Dave commented taking him.

"I know," Naala frowned getting out of the bed. She took off her soaked shirt and then started to strip the bed.

"Love he's doing more," Dave alerted her. It was projectile vomit and had gone everywhere.

"What is going on?" Naala muttered trying to clean up as he carried on.

"Let me put him in the tub," Dave spoke walking into the bathroom.

"Is he still doing it?" Naala called out, she was on her hands and knees wiping the vomit up.

"Yeah, this ain't right," Dave announced, "You wanna take him to the hospital?"

"I can't take him to the hospital because of vomit Amir," Naala huffed walking into the bathroom. "What's going on my handsome boy?" Naala asked wiping his mouth.

"Do you want me call someone?" Dave asked wiping his own chest which had a bit of vomit on it.

"Can you call my mom? I don't know what to do," Naala replied fearfully. It was normal for a baby to be sick but not this much.

"Calm down," Dave spoke rubbing her arm. Naala sighed and carried Samar up, stripping him out of his dirty clothes.

He appeared unbothered by the whole situation, not even one tear.

"Mommy I don't know what to do," Naala said as soon as Dave handed her the phone.

"Well first of all calm down darling," Miani coached, "Has he stopped now?"

"I think so," Naala said looking down at him. "It was so much, and it was all white and thick,"

"Yuck," Dave said quietly turning on the shower.

"Check if his formula is in date," Miani spoke over the phone. "It's probably the mix of the formula and your milk,"

"I gave him some formula last night because he wouldn't eat, " Naala fretted, rubbing Samar's back.

Naala left the room holding onto him to check on the formula,

"It's in date Ma," She answered walking back to their room just in case he started again.

"Do you think he has food poisoning?" Naala questioned.

"Possibly, give him some water," Miani answered. Dave got into the shower while Naala and Miani talked.

By the time he was done, Samar was asleep again and Naala was making their bed.

"What did your mama say?" Dave asked walking into the closet.

"She said I should let him sleep and then try feeding him again," Naala replied fluffing out the pillows. "It's only 7am and I feel like I've been up for years," Naala groaned sitting on the bed.

"Go back to sleep, I got some work to do," Dave said coming out dressed in sweats with his top half bare.

"Are you sure? I can make breakfast," Naala yawned standing up.

"La go to bed," Dave laughed. "You half asleep and you want to make breakfast?"'

"If you're hungry, I'll make something," Naala mumbled hugging his waist.

"I can wait," Dave replied moving her hair out of her face. "Go to sleep," Dave repeated kissing the top of her head.

"Wake me up before 9," Naala answered letting go of him.

"I'm gonna work in here," Dave nodded getting his laptop off the desk. Naala climbed into the bed and cuddled up to him, inhaling his scent.

"Stop sniffing me," Dave chuckled looking down at her.

"You smell good," Naala whispered closing her eyes. It took her a moment, but eventually she fell into a deep sleep.

~~

Maniya stared back at the pregnancy tests laid out on her bathroom counter. It was now the next morning and she was finally ready to face her fate.

She woke up feeling worse than the night before. It had finally dawned on her that her and Damon had broken up and also that there was a possibility that they were going to be having a child together.

Flipping them over, Maniya sighed in relief at the 3 consecutive negative results.

"Thank God," She breathed out holding onto the counter. Her next train of thought was letting her dad know before he went over to Damon's house.

She picked the tests up and put them in her robe pocket, leaving out of her bathroom and then room. She walked down the hall to her parents room and knocked lightly.

Maniya waited until she heard her dad's deep voice summon her into the room. Pushing the door open, she walked in on both her mom and dad in bed.

Her mom was feeding Samar with her back against the head rest and her eyes closed. Her dad was sat up, using his laptop.

"What's up?" Dave spoke first, looking up from his laptop.

"I wanted to tell you that I took the tests," Maniya said, her voice coming out low and quiet.

Naala's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her voice. She adjusted Samar on her nipple and looked directly at Maniya.

"You're pregnant?" Dave asked while clenching his jaw.

"No they were negative," Maniya announced pulling them out of her pocket. Naala inwardly breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't pregnant while Dave had a bigger reaction.

"Damn right they were," He spoke loudly. "Bring em here," He held his hand out.

"Shh," Naala mumbled, Dave's loud voice startled Samar.

"I'm sorry, sorry little man," Dave said a bit quieter, stroking Samar's head.

Maniya stepped forward and handed her dad the tests. He looked at them closely,

"Does that mean negative?" Dave asked showing it to Naala,

"I wouldn't know, all the ones I take are positive," Naala said sarcastically. "It says there, one line is negative Amir," She used one hand to point it out.

"Hmm, I still want you to be sure. Baby can't you take her to see your doctor today?" Dave said handing the tests back to Maniya.

"I thought we were going to get my car," Naala turned to him. Maniya rolled her eyes and stepped back, she still wasn't cool with her mom.

"I'll take you when you get back." Dave replied. "The cars more important than our daughter?" He asked confused.

"Obviously not but you promised," Naala answered. "I'll take her, go and get dressed," Naala spoke to Maniya.

"Does she have to?" Maniya sighed. "I can go by myself,"

"What do you mean does she have to? Go and get dressed Maniya, Ion know what you think this is," Dave said picking his phone back up.

"Fine," Maniya mumbled turning on her heels and leaving the room.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take you right after," Dave said to Naala, "I don't break my promises to you," He added kissing her lips lightly.

"Can you watch Samar? I don't want Hassan around them," Naala said lifting Samar up.

"I don't want y'all fighting over custody, let him see them," Dave answered taking Samar from her.

"Since he got with Dess he's been spending more time with Mocha, which is expected but Saint feels left out," Naala explained. "I've confused our kids so much that at this point, they probably hate me,"

"They don't hate you," Dave said in response, "But keeping him away from his dad isn't gonna do anything.  I'm not his real dad but it hurt when I didn't get to see him,"

"Really?" Naala questioned, Dave nodded and wiped Samar's mouth.

"I'd been with him since the day he was born La, he was my son, of course it hurt," Dave mumbled. Naala started to feel bad all over again for what she did.

"I didn't know," Naala responded lowly, "I'm sorry,"

"You don't need to apologise," Dave answered her, "What's done is done but call Hassan and let him see them,"

"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" Naala pouted leaning to kiss his cheek.

Dave chuckled and pecked her lips. "Are you ready to tell me what happened last night,"

Naala frowned, her smile immediately dropping. She had forgotten what happened the night before, and now he had reminded her.

"Your disrespectful ass daughter happened," Naala spilled. "I'm really trying to heal from everything and it's like every step of the way someone finds a way to remind me of my past," She added.

"Don't get upset La," Dave sighed putting Samar down in the cot next to their bed.

"I'm trying Amir, she told me she wouldn't raise her children the way I do," Naala sniffed leaning against his chest. "I'm just doing my best,"

"I know you are," Dave said into her hair. "I know you're trying. You're doing a good job." He assured her.

"It made me feel like a bad mom, I already feel like that everyday. I'm a failure at everything I do," Naala cried in his arms.

"You're not a failure, you're too hard on yourself. Maniya didn't mean it," Dave tried to calm her.

"She did," Naala nodded. "Look, Samar is sick and I don't know what to do,"

"But you handled it," Dave replied hugging her. Naala didn't respond, she continued to cry and think about how she's failed them.

"You're not a failure Naala. Nobody is perfect, you can't let what she said get to you. We've been doing so good, don't fall back now," Dave preached to her.

"I'm tired of feeling this way," Naala sniffed, "I was getting stronger,"

"Stop crying baby seriously. You're fine," Dave said once more wiping her face.

Instead of wallowing in her self pity, Naala got up. She was not going to let anything get her down anymore. Maniya was upset and that's why she took it out on her, she couldn't dwell on it for too long.

"I'm gonna get ready and drop off Saint," Naala cleared her throat.

"What about Samar?" Dave said letting her go.

"I don't trust Hassan to look after him, especially now that he's sick," Naala said softly. "I'll take him to my mom so you can concentrate,"

Dave didn't protest he watched Naala move around their bedroom, getting ready. Samar babbled and cooed in his cot, no signs of him being sick.

"I'll be right back," Dave announced standing up.

"Where are you going?" Naala poked her head out of the closet.

"Down the hall baby relax," Dave laughed. Naala wanted to be up under him all day long.

"Mmm okay," Naala responded focusing back on what to wear.

Dave left the room and headed to Maniya's knocking on the door.

He waited for her command and entered the room, looking around it.

"Yeah?" Maniya said coming out of the bathroom. She was fully dressed with a brush in her hand, indicating she was doing her hair.

"Why would you say all that shit to your mom?" Dave asked sitting at the end of the bed.

"She told you," Maniya rolled her eyes,

"Yeah she did tell me. It had her upset last night and I just had to convince her that she isn't a bad mom." Dave said angrily.

"I know you're an adult Maniya but she's still your mom. Things like that only make her cry, you want her crying all the time?" Dave questioned.

Maniya's face softened because that was not her intention. "I don't want to make her cry,"

"Then why did you say you wouldn't raise your children like she did?" Dave repeated what Naala told him.

"Because she was encouraging me to get an abortion." Maniya said with a frown.

Dave's face contorted in anger, "Whatchu mean?"

"She kept telling me I had options and I didn't have to have a baby if I didn't want one," Maniya spilled. Dave clenched his jaw,

"She didn't tell me that," He responded.

"Of course she wouldn't because she wants to be the victim. I should be the hurt one not her," Maniya said crossing her arms.

"Alright now," Dave said standing up. "Don't start throwing that victim word around. Your mom is sensitive, you know that."

"Whatever, can you go now? I don't even wanna go anywhere with her," Maniya said turning back to the bathroom.

"Watch your mouth when you speak to her Maniya. I don't wanna hear nothing when you get back," Dave warned before leaving the room.

Maniya tutted and continued doing her hair, she was planning to ignore her mom anyway.

~~

The driver pulled up to Hassan's house and their new security hopped out of the car to open Naala's door for her.

"Thank you," Naala smiled taking Saint's hand. Maniya sat back and pulled out her phone, she didn't need to come out.

"Ion even want to be here," Saint said under his breath,

"Why not?" Naala asked him. Saint shrugged and held onto her hand tighter.

"Is it Mocha? Have y'all been fighting?" Naala questioned stopping before they could get to the door.

"Daddy always takes her side, even when I don't do anything," Saint said. "Then it makes me angry at everyone so Mocha's mom puts me in the naughty corner,"

"She doesn't need to be disciplining you at all," Naala said with a screwed up face. She carried on walking to the door and rang the bell.

"Can you not say anything about it?" Saint begged pulling his mom's hand.

"Oh I'm gonna say something," Naala scoffed hiking her purse up her shoulder.

"No mommy please," Saint said, his voice cracked and Naala looked down.

"Papa what's wrong?" Naala pouted bringing him closer to her.

"I don't want you to say anything," He said with tears rolling down his face.

"Okay, I won't," Naala said quietly. She got down to his level and wiped his face. "You know you can talk to me about anything, or even your dad," Naala said referring to Dave.

"Dad would be angry," Saint mumbled. Naala squinted at him, she opened her mouth to say something but the door swung open.

"You took your time," Naala said standing up straight,

"I wasn't thinking you would actually bring him," Hassan said opening the door wider.

"Come on Papa," Naala muttered taking him inside. "He's not staying the night, so I didn't pack him a bag,"

"Why not?" Hassan said closing the door behind them.

"He doesn't want to stay and I'm not going to force him," Naala responded. "I'll be back soon Saint, okay?" She leaned down to kiss his head.

"Bye mommy," Saint mumbled hugging her waist. Naala could sense there was something wrong with him but she didn't know what.

"Where's Samar?" Hassan asked. Dess came out from the back with a mug on her face, confusing Naala.

"He's with my mom today, he's not feeling well," Naala informed him.

Saint started to walk off to the back of the house before Dess spoke up,

"Saint don't go back there and make a mess, I'm not cleaning up after you," Dess said loudly.

"Did you just shout at my son?" Naala asked in disbelief,

"He has no respect," Desiree responded looking Naala up and down.

"Get your bitch before I pull that cheap ass hair out of her head," Naala pointed at Hassan. "Saint come back here!" Naala snapped.

"Naala why've you always got to start shit?" Hassan sighed. "You can never just drop him off and not start with me?"

"I'm not even gonna reply to that. Saint come on we're leaving," Naala said shifting her weight onto the other foot.

"I told you that filing for custody is a better option," Dess said to Hassan.

Naala laughed and nodded, "Try it and we'll see how far you get," She spoke helping Saint put his shoes back on.

"You're really not gonna let me see my sons? After how you cried about not seeing your daughters?" Hassan said looking at her.

"Why would you throw that back in my face?" Naala questioned. "He doesn't want to be here, I'm not forcing my son to be around you," She explained.

"He doesn't want to be here because I don't take his shit," Desiree answered.

"Desiree you've got one more time to address me or my son," Naala warned her. "You're not going to see them Hassan, I'm not having my children around this," She gestured to them both.

"Mommy can we go?" Saint said dragging her hand,

"Yeah we're going Papa," Naala replied turning around.

"Naala if you leave this house I'm filing for full custody," Hassan said firmly. He didn't want to but Dess had been in his ear about it.

"I don't care, do it," Naala shrugged, "I'm doing better now so I want you to do it."

"We're doing it," Dess nodded, linking hands with Hassan.

"See you in court then," Naala smiled opening the door and leaving.

Maniya sat up when she saw Naala approaching the car again, still with Saint.

"Sit down baby," Naala said softly, opening the door for him.

"What happened?" Maniya spoke up. She was in the passenger seat next to the driver while their security tailed them in a separate car.

"Mommy said I don't have to stay there anymore," Saint said happily.

"I thought you like your daddy's house?" Maniya questioned.

"Not anymore," Saint crossed his arms. Naala pulled out her phone and checked the time.

"Peter can you drop Saint off first, back in Manhattan?" Naala asked the driver as he pulled onto a new street.

"Sure Princess," Peter nodded taking a different exit.

Her phone buzzed in her lap and it was message from Naleli, asking to call her.

"Mom?" Maniya spoke turning around in her seat. Naala put her phone down and looked up.

"What's up?" Naala replied giving her full attention.

"I'm sorry about last night," Maniya cracked. She wasn't planning on speaking to her mom but that was her best friend, it was hard.

"I've already forgotten about it," Naala lied badly.

"No, I was wrong. You're not a bad mom, I was angry about what happened with Damon and I thought you wanted me to get a you know what," She said baring in mind Saint sat behind her.

"Why would I want that for you?" Naala replied, "I want the best for you Maniya, how many times do I tell you that I want you to be better than me?" Naala asked.

"I want you to be in a happy, committed relationship before you have children. All my children were made out of wedlock apart from the one we lost," Naala said sadly.

"I'm sorry mama," Maniya apologised. "I really am,"

"It's okay," Naala breathed out. "When I talk to you it's because I want you to live a better life than me, I don't want any of this for you,"

"I get it, I shouldn't have said those things," Maniya regretted her words.

"How about we ditch the clinic and go and do something fun?" Naala suggested sitting up.

"Really?" Maniya peeped out. Her mom wasn't known for fun, or going against what Dave suggests.

"Yeah your dad doesn't have to know," Naala shrugged. "What do you say Papa?" Naala tapped Saint who was playing a game on his Nintendo switch.

"Can we go to the arcade?" Saint spoke up,

"Whatever you guys want to do," Naala replied with a smile.

~~

"We've got a meeting to see someone about a car," Dave spoke to the receptionist. Naala stood behind him, tapping away on her phone.

"What was the name of the sales person?" The receptionist asked, her eyes glued to Dave.

"Baby what was the name they gave you?" Dave asked turning to her. That gave the receptionist a chance to get a good look at Naala.

Naala was dressed in a two piece silk Chanel lounge set, paired with her Chanel sandals. The receptionist gawked at Naala's appearance.

She took into account the array of Cartier rings that decorated her fingers and matching Cartier bracelets stacked on her right wrist. An iced out Patek was sat on Naala's left wrist, glistening under the light.

Her jet black her was up in a tight ponytail, allowing it to still flow down her back. A pair of Chanel shades shielded her eyes and took up the majority of her small face.

It was clear that the couple had money and the receptionist was envious at how effortlessly Naala was wearing the expensive things.

"I think his name was Terry," Naala said stepping forward, lifting her glasses off her face. Dave looked to the receptionist who was busy staring at Naala.

"Terry is our Bentley specialist," The receptionist said drawing her eyes away from Naala and back on Dave. "I'll let him know you're here, can I get you anything sir?"

"A water for my wife please," Dave said holding her hand and bringing her closer.

"Ice and lemon?" She asked Naala who was leaning into Dave,

"Yes please, thank you," Naala replied politely. When she walked away, Dave wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her lightly.

"How was it with the doctor?" He asked. They hadn't had a chance to speak because Naala met him at the dealership right from dropping Maniya and Saint off.

"It was good," Naala dismissively,

"She's not pregnant right?" Dave asked looking down at her.

"No she's not pregnant Amir," Naala shook her head.

"Did you two sort everything out?" Dave questioned putting his chin on her head.

"Yeah, I'm over it," Naala muttered holding his hand.

"I spoke to her about it," Dave admitted. "I'm happy y'all are good now,"

"We are," Naala nodded tilting her head up. Dave leaned down and kissed her several times.

"Terry is on his way," The receptionist announced making them pull away. She watched them kiss before she did so, jealously twisting through her.

Naala saw her place the water down on the side, "Thank you Joy," Naala spoke reading her name tag.

"You're welcome," Joy smiled falsely before discreetly rolling her eyes.

Joy wanted the life Naala had, the easy life of a rich wife. It didn't look like Naala worked a day in her life and here she was about to buy a brand new Bentley.

Terry came over and took Naala and Dave over to his desk to discuss the car.

"So I wanted pink rims." Naala explained sitting forward.

"Pink rims?" Dave asked with his hand on her thigh, "You have that on the GLE," He said referring to her Mercedes jeep.

"I do?" Naala mumbled looking at him,

"We can definitely do the pink rims," Terry interjected. He could see this was gonna be a big sale and he wasn't going to mess it up.

"Well if I have it already, maybe we can go with black," Naala shrugged, linking arms with Dave.

"You can get whatever you want baby," Dave spoke making Joy look over at them from her desk.

"Black is fine," Naala smiled. "I do need heated seats, front and back," She pointed to the specifications.

"That would be an additional $3000," Terry informed them, clicking on his tablet.

"That's cool, what about the transmission? Ion want her driving nothing that's gonna be in the shop all the time," Dave said firmly.

Terry started to go into detail about the car causing Naala to zone out, she didn't really care about the fine details.

"So in total, that would be $85,500," Terry said looking up. Joy's head shot towards them, she couldn't even dream about spending that much on a car.

Her eyes were on Dave who seemed unmoved by the price and Naala who wasn't even paying attention, she was busy fiddling with her jewellery.

"When can you deliver it?" Dave asked standing to his feet. "Love when do you want it?"

"I don't mind," Naala replied looking up from her hand. "Will it be done by the time you leave?"

"I'll sort out the details with your husband, why don't you wait for us at the front," Terry said gesturing Naala to the seats at the front.

"So you can sit down," Dave added, kissing her cheek.

"Okay," Naala nodded taking her purse and walking towards where Joy's desk faced.

Naala pulled out her phone to check if Naleli had responded to her message but she hadn't.

She tried to call her but there was no answer. She called Tarek and he didn't pick up either.

"What is going on with them?" Naala asked herself sending Tarek a text also.

"More water?" Joy asked holding up the jug. Naala looked up and shook her head,

"Do you have some ice?" She asked putting her phone down.

"Ice? Like normal ice?" Joy asked confused.

"Yeah normal ice," Naala responded. "A glass of normal ice would be great,"

Joy nodded confusedly but did as she was told, handing Naala a glass full of Ice.

"Perfect," Naala thanked her. Joy stood by awkwardly waiting for her moment to speak.

"I like your outfit," Joy said softly, she needed an opportunity and Naala looked like she would give it.

"This is old but thank you," Naala smiled before crunching on some of the ice.

"It's 6,000 dollars," Joy said out loud. Naala raised a brow and looked down at her outfit. She didn't know how much it was because she didn't buy it.

"What was your name again?" Naala asked sitting up.

"It's Joy," She replied quickly. "I didn't mean to be rude ma'am but your outfit is not old, it's Chanel's newest addition,"

"You know a lot about clothes?" Naala questioned with a smile. "What season are these sandals?" She added showcasing her feet.

"These are an exclusive pair. Only 15 people in the world have them," Joy spoke confidently.

"My husband got them for me from Paris," Naala said impressed by Joy's knowledge. "Are you looking for a new job?" Naala asked,

"To work for you?" Joy said with wide eyes, "Ma'am I —"

"Please don't call me ma'am, I'm sure you're not that younger than me. How old are you?" Naala said to her.

"I'm 19," Joy said, "But I'm happy with my job here,"

"Judging by your age and this dealership, I would say you probably get $600 a month, roughly?" Naala calculated.

"$590," Joy nodded,

"I can give you double, a week," Naala said pulling out a card from her purse. "This is my personal line, I don't like waiting so don't take too long," She stood as she saw Dave approaching.

"All done," Dave announced handing her the pack with all the details.

"Thanks bae," Naala squealed hugging him. "Mwah," Naala kissed him quickly.

"Joy was just complimenting my outfit," Naala said with one hand on Dave's chest.

"It cost me enough," He grumbled with one hand on her butt.

"Thank you handsome," Naala smiled tugging his beard. "It was lovely to meet you Joy," Naala said to her, lifting her purse up.

"You too ma'am," Joy smiled politely. She watched Dave and Naala leave the dealership and walk over to their car. She peeped the security that followed closely behind them.

Joy looked down at the card Naala handed her and could only wonder who she was?

~~

"Naleli can you call me back? I'm worried now," Naala spoke into the phone. This was like the 10th time Naala had tried Naleli, still to no avail.

"Maybe her phones off," Dave said from across the table.

"She never keeps it off," Naala sighed standing up with her plate. She walked over to Dave's side of the table and picked his plate up too.

"I can get the dishes," Dave volunteered. "Saint's waiting for you to bathe him," He reminded her.

"Oh yeah," Naala mumbled handing him the plates. Naala's mind was preoccupied with her sister, she had a bad feeling about Naleli's disappearance.

Naala finished clearing the table before going up the stairs.

"Mom?" Sinai called when she saw her mom walk past her room.

"Mmm," Naala popped her head in to the room,

"Can you help me with this?" Sinai showed her homework.

"I can try," Naala muttered taking the sheet from her. It was math and Naala hated math but she would never let Sinai know that.

"I think it's B because if you multiply that by X it's the same answer," Naala said pointing to the answer. That was an honest guess but Sinai seemed to eat it right up.

"Thanks mama," Sinai smiled taking her pencil back.

"You're welcome baby," Naala kissed her head before leaving the room.

"Papa come get in the bath," Naala called out to him. Saint groaned and threw his headset off his head.

"Do I have to?" He asked walking into the bathroom.

"Yeah you do, I need to wash your hair," Naala said putting some soap in the bath.

Saint huffed and started to undress himself waiting for his mom to be done. Naala looked up and something caught her eye on his back.

"Saint come here," Naala said squinting. "What's that on your back?"

"I don't know," Saint shrugged looking away from her.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Naala said taking his hand. She turned him around properly and touched the bruise on his back making him jump.

"How did you get this?" Naala asked once more.

"I don't know mama," Saint repeated again getting angry.

"Amir!" Naala screamed loudly, "If you won't tell me then you'll tell your dad," She said to Saint.

Dave came running up and into the bathroom,

"What's up?" He said as soon as he got there.

"Look at his back. I've asked him what happened and he won't tell me," Naala pointed to the marks and bruises on his back.

"Saint what is this?" Dave said looking at the marks.

"I told mama I don't know," Saint replied lowly. He was avoiding both of their eyes well.

"Someone did this to you?" Naala whispered touching it. "Who did it Papa? Tell mommy who did this to you?" Naala pushed bringing him closer.

"Tete Dess," Saint mumbled. He didn't want to make his mom upset.

"Why the fuck," Dave cursed stepping back. Naala closed her eye for a moment. "Saint go and get dressed for bed, I'ma come in there in a moment," Dave said to him.

"Amir get out of my way," Naala said quietly as he blocked the door.

"You're not thinking straight," Dave said holding his hand out.

"Please get out of my way," Naala repeated her eyes filled with anger.

"What are you gonna do Naala? You're gonna go over there and then they're gonna call the cops," Dave tried to reason with her.

"That's my son!" Naala shouted. "She has no right putting hands on my child, that I carried!" Naala continued to shout.

"Naala you have to calm down," Dave said. "I know you're angry -"

"You don't know anything!" Naala screamed at him. "He's not your son, he's mine," She pointed to herself angrily.

Dave wasn't shocked at her words, she was angry and she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Baby I know, but look, you said they want custody right? Use this, don't go over there and give them everything they need," Dave spoke putting his hands on her waist.

"Think about it, be smarter Naala," Dave finished.

"My son Mir," Naala teared up,

"He's gonna be okay," Dave answered wiping her stray tears. "I'll sort it all out baby, I promise," He added hugging her tightly.

Naala didn't respond, rather she held onto him thinking of all the ways she was going to make Desiree pay for touching her son.

~~

"How deep am I?" Dave grumbled looking down at Naala.

"You're too deep Amir," Naala moaned gripping the sheets below her. Dave was trying to make her feel better, the only way he knew she would like.

Dave plunged in and out of her, causing Naala to moan loudly and clench herself around him.

"Stop doing that shit," Dave hissed feeling his knees buck,

"I can't help it," Naala whined her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Her phone rang loudly beside them, breaking their flow.

"Ignore it," Naala panted turning his face back towards her. Dave nodded and leaned down, taking her lips in his, kissing her passionately.

The phone didn't stop, causing Dave to stop and get up. He reached over and handed her the phone.

"I'm sorry," Naala said softly when he pulled out. "It's my sister," She added pecking his lips.

"It's fine," Dave said flopping onto the bed next to her. "I can wait,"

Naala kissed him once more before answering the phone.

"You're insufferable. I've been calling you all day and now I'm finally alone with my man and -" Naala's rant was cut off by Naleli's sniffles.

"Lala," Naleli sniffed, her voice quiet.

"Leli what's the matter?" Naala asked concernedly, Naleli never cried.

"I-I killed him," Naleli stuttered into the phone. Naala sat up properly, moving Dave's hand from around her waist.

"Stop talking Naleli," Naala said getting out of the bed,

"He's not moving and I-I," Naleli kept talking, her voice breaking.

"Don't say anything else," Naala snapped. "I'm coming, hang up the phone and don't call anyone just wait for me," She coached her.

Naala hung up the phone, she already knew it was about to be a long night.

a/n - next chapter is already being made so I shouldn't be too long xx

P.s Love Mia 🤍