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4 weeks later...Dave's POV

"Damn," I said breathlessly as Naala clawed at my back. She held onto me tightly to stop herself from falling. My strokes got weaker as her moans got louder.

The vibration of the dryer beneath her, made her shaking more visible so I knew she was close.

"Ooooo," Naala moaned as we came together. I pulled out and helped her off the dryer.

"There was no reason for us to do that in here," She fussed at me as she picked up her clothes from the floor.

"You asked me to help you with the laundry," I shrugged stuffing my dick back into my shorts.

"Yeah the laundry!" She exclaimed pointing at the basket full of clothes. With a little limp, she walked over to the door and cursed.

"Someone's down here," Naala whispered to me. "How are we gonna get out?"

I sucked my teeth, she was still trynna hide what we had going on from the kids. Her excuse was, that she didn't want to confuse them.

"You go first and I'll come out in 5 minutes," I chuckled making her mug me.

"It's not funny Amir, they're gonna know," She whined leaning against the door.

"We'll say we were doing the laundry," I said pointing to the dryer which was on. I bit my lip because sex on the dryer was truly the best I've ever had.

"Stop thinking about sex!" Naala snapped throwing a sock at me. I blinked at her and then lifted up the clothes basket, and then leaned down to her level.

"Naala we're married. Stop acting like we're cheating or some shit." I said, our lips almost touching.

"You are cheating on Trinity and I'm cheating on Messiah, it's wrong," Naala muttered. I ignored her and pecked her lips.

"He's not your boyfriend," I said kissing her once more.

"Mmm," She mumbled with a small smile. "You are," She said patting my face.

"Man move," I laughed reaching behind her and opening the door.

The rustling that we were hearing stopped and a head popped up behind the couch.

"Pops?" Saint asked with a mug. He looked behind me and his eyes widened. "Mommy?" He said looking at Naala.

"We we're doing the laundry," We both said at the same time. Saint being the dummy that he is laid back down on the couch with his hand in some Cheetos.

"Boy it is 8am, if you don't go and put your clothes on and eat proper food," Naala said snatching them chips out of his hand. "You have school today," She carried on.

"Phat doesn't have to go so I ain't going," Saint shrugged turning the Tv on. Naala laughed and grabbed the remote.

"Saint I am the parent. You are the child. If I say you're going to school, you're going to school," Naala said placing the remote down on the side.

"I'm not going," Saint said sitting up. I could see his fists closing meaning he was about 5 seconds away from exploding.

"Nasir you can clench your fist at me all you want, you're going to school," Naala answered clearing up the mess he'd made.

"I'm not going to that dumb ass school," Saint screamed.  He picked up the remote and launched it at Naala making her duck and it hit the TV. He started wrecking the entire living room, smashing pictures whilst Naala screamed for him to stop.

"Are you crazy?" I shouted picking him up and restraining his arms. I had never seen him behave this way, especially not to his mom.

"Get off me," He wriggled and kicked me. "Let me go,"

Instead of keeping him near Naala, I took him to the pantry, set him down and closed the door behind me. Holding onto the handle, I felt him kicking and punching the door.

"You're not coming out until you stop," I said sternly from behind the door.

I heard sniffing and I knew it was Naala. She was on her knees picking up all the broken pictures and glass.

"Love leave it, I'll do it," I said holding onto the door tighter.

"Saint calm down!" I shouted. Maybe it was a bad idea putting him in the pantry because I could hear him knocking things down.

"He's not gonna stop," Naala mumbled from behind me.

"What's going on?" Sinai said coming down the steps. I shook my head and she followed my eyes to the pantry door nodding in response.

"He's doing it again," Sinai sighed. "He does it every day daddy," She tried to say quietly.

"Sinai take your medication and go and get ready for school please," Naala said walking into the kitchen holding all the broken glass.

Sinai gave me a knowing look and did as she was told. After a while, the noise became less and I could hear him heavy breathing by the door.

"If I let you out are you gonna try and hurt your mom?" I said lowly.

"No," Saint replied quickly. I opened the pantry door and shook my head at the mess he'd created.

Naala stood back by the counter, "Go and get ready for school now," She said firmly. This time Saint didn't respond, he just ran up the stairs to his room.

"Naala," I called out when she started to do her normal. Avoid everything in front of her and focus on something different.

"Pancakes or waffles?" She asked me. "I know you like pancakes but waffles are a bit easier. There's some bacon in the refrigerator could you help me get it out?" She bombarded me with questions.

"Naala," I repeated putting my hand on her waist. Naala moved out of my grip and carried on getting out the things she needed.

"How long?" I said to her.

"He doesn't mean to act that way," Naala mumbled. "That was my fault, I saw him getting angry and I kept pushing," She added.

"Don't do that," I replied. "You're making excuses for his behaviour, that shits not cool,"

"Well what do you want me to do Amir?" Naala said with tears in her eyes. "I try to keep him calm but he's always like this," I sighed and hugged her letting her cry in my chest.

"I'm gonna speak to him," I said kissing her head. "Stop stressing my baby out," I said lowly rubbing her stomach.

Naala sucked her teeth and moved away from me. Ion know why she won't just accept it.

"I'm not pregnant, stuff like that isn't funny," Naala complained mushing my head.

"Either you're on the pill or I need to go to the doctors," I said raising a brow. I've been bussing in her for at least a month now and nothing.

"Are you purposely trying to get me pregnant or something?" Naala questioned me. I nodded and she mugged me.

"That's not funny," She whined. "I'm not trying to have a baby right now Amir," I watched her bring out the waffle maker and turn it on.

"We said one more," I said holding her waist. "Just one more baby," I kissed her neck.

"No, I've got Bri's birthday trip to Vegas. I'm not being pregnant in Vegas." Naala said pushing her ass on my dick.

"You do shit like that and wonder why I'm trynna give you another baby," I muttered dry humping her.

"Move," She laughed getting out of my grip. "Phat's got an appointment today," She spoke looking at me.

"I'll be there but I got some shit to do with Trinity," I answered truthfully.

"Like what?" Naala quizzed. "What's more important than our baby?"

"Don't start," I groaned opening the refrigerator. "I'ma be there,"

"I can't stand you," Naala muttered. "You didn't come to last one and now the doctor thinks I'm a single parent." Naala continued.

"Does Doc know I pay the bills?" I asked lowly. "You act as if I don't provide for y'all,"

"Providing and being present is two different things. When was the last time you sat down with your kids and asked them how they were?" Naala asked putting a hand on her hip. "All you do is come up here, watch one movie with them, fuck me then throw money on the table like I'm some prostitute,"

"Why you always bitching man damn!" I complained. "Maybe if I stayed here things would be different," I argued.

"Yeah right," Naala chuckled. "Admit it, you're a deadbeat,"

"I'm not even gonna entertain you." I responded. I walked over to where my jacket was and took out a stack putting it on the counter. "Use that for groceries,"

"See," Naala exclaimed pointing at the money. "You wouldn't even know what to buy if I sent you to the store," She added turning away from me.

"Yes the fuck I would," I mugged. "Matta fact I'll pick up the groceries,"

"Good luck," Naala laughed. "Now bacon or sausage?"

~~

"Bro what kind of cereal do they eat?" I whispered to myself pushing the damn shopping buggy.

"Why are we even doing this?" Trinity whined in my ear. "Y'all have like 5 bodyguards, you haven't invested in a maid yet?"

"Ion know why I even brought your ass," I said to her. I pulled out my phone and dialled the only person that could help.

"It's only $500 daddy, I'll give it back," Maniya said as soon as she picked up.

"What's only $500?" I questioned pushing Trinity out of the way so I could get the cereal.

"Oh," She said lowly into the phone. "Nothing, what's up old man?"

"I'm taking back that black card," I said throwing the cereal box in the buggy. "But listen, what shit does your mama buy for the house?"

"Groceries?" Maniya laughed. "Good luck big man, mama spends at least two hours in the store,"

"Fuck me," I said loudly. "FaceTime me," I spoke into the phone.

"Okay," Maniya replied. I picked up the face time call and put my face in the camera. "Aw you're pouting," Niya cooed.

"Ion know how to do this stuff," Trinity smacked her lips and leaned against me.

"Daddy ew," Maniya said when she saw Trin in the camera. "You and mommy are so weird, always with each other but then always with your little sides,"

Trinity mugged the phone, "They're not always together,"

"Lady I'm talking to my dad," Niya said mugging her back.

"What do you mean we with our sides? You spoke to your mom today?" I asked pushing the buggy down the meat aisle.

"Yeah, she with her little bae or whatever," Maniya said with a smirk. Naala has me all the way fucked up.

"What they doing?" I quizzed,

"Why do you care?" Trinity complained holding my hand.

"Because that's my wife the fuck?" I answered looking down at her.

"Oop," Maniya's messy ass laughed. "I think they were at Saks. They were spending a pretty penny too,"

"So she's out there shopping and I'm doing the grocery shopping," I straight faced the camera. "I'm finna call her," I grumbled.

"Don't be messy daddy, I only told you because you're my favourite," Maniya shouted.

"I'm your favourite ATM," I chuckled.

"That you are Old man, love you,"

"I love you too. Be safe," I said before hanging. Trinity was staring at me so I raised an eyebrow.

"Are you really about to call your wife when I'm with you?" She said with her eyes all sad and shit.

"Go wait in the car cuz you working my last nerve," I said calling Naala's number. It rang for long before she picked up with a mug.

"What?"

"Where you at?" I spoke trying to look in her background.

"I'm doing me," She laughed. "Ooo I like that one bae," Naala said to someone off the camera.

"You already got that one," A deep ass voice replied. "Pick it up,"

"Yay," Naala grinned. "Amir what? I'm busy," She said looking back at the screen.

"That's your baby daddy?" He asked making her roll her eyes.

"Mmm," Naala mumbled. "Are you gonna talk or did you just call me to stare?"

"Come on baby let's go," Trinity said dragging my arm. Naala chuckled and nodded her head.

"What time is Phat's appointment?" I questioned. I really had no reason to ask her because I knew it was at 4.

"You could have texted me," Naala complained. "It's at 4,"

"I'll pick you up," I suggested. Naala shook her head fast.

"You don't have to. I have a car," Naala responded.

"Where is Phat?" I asked. Because if she was out hoeing, where's my daughter.

"She's here, Phat here speak to daddy," Naala said passing Malia the phone.

"Daddy," Malia smiled at me. She looked like Naala so much it was sickening.

"Miss you daddy," Malia said quietly. I smiled because her speech was improving.

"She's so cute," Trinity said looking over my shoulder. "Are you sure she's yours though, looks a lot like her mom,"

I cut my eyes at Trinity and prayed Naala didn't hear that because she would go off.

"Excuse me?" Naala said taking the phone back. Here we go. "Who even are you?"

"Bitch you know who I am," Trinity said making me push her.

"Stop," I said loud enough for both of them to hear.

"Well clearly I don't know who you are," Naala laughed. "Amir I know you didn't call my phone to play with me, I'm not in the mood," I could hear her attitude through the phone.

"Chill," Her boyfriend said on the other side of her.

"I'm not gonna chill Messiah shut up!" Naala snapped. "Everyone wants to play with me all the time, so now I'm gonna play too,"

"Ain't nobody playing with you, relax," I mumbled.

"Don't even bother coming today, I don't want to see your face," Naala said before hanging up. I sucked my teeth and sighed looking at Trinity.

"Didn't I tell you not to talk?" I said to her. "If she stops me from seeing my kids cuz of your shit I'ma be mad,"

"She's not gonna do that," Trinity responded. "If she does then she's mad immature," She rolled her eyes.

"You don't know her, immature is her second name," I answered.

"But you still fuck with her, yeah right," Trinity replied squinting at me.

"Let me just buy these things 'fore I leave you here," I said under my breath walking away from her.

~~

Omniscient

"You gon' have an attitude till you go?"

"He makes me so angry," Naala mumbled looking out the window. Her and Messiah were waiting outside the doctors office. Instead of driving herself, Naala got him to drop them off.

"I didn't make you angry so cut all that shit out," Messiah said turning Naala's head towards him.

"I know but I hate him," Naala said quietly. Malia was awake and she didn't want her to hear her bad mouthing her dad.

"You'on hate him baby," Messiah laughed. He really did like Naala and could see himself being with her for a long time but her husband was stopping that from happening.

Messiah could see that Naala wasn't over Dave and was in fact using him to get over him. He wouldn't have minded if she was at least having sex with him but Naala was holding out.

"There he goes," Naala said watching Dave jump out of his car. "I swear I told him not to come," Naala shook her head.

"Think of Malia," Messiah said holding her hand. Naala nodded and sighed.

"What would I do without you?" She smiled leaning forward. Messiah met her half way, and kissed her. It started of slow and ended with a few pecks.

Dave stood outside the doctors office. Messiah's car had tinted windows luckily so Dave couldn't see them locking lips.

"I've got to go," Naala said softly. She looked at Malia who asleep in her seat.

"Let me help you with her," Messiah said getting out of the car.  As soon as he got out of the car, Dave looked over, clenching his jaw.

Naala got out of the truck and put her purse on her shoulder. She took Malia from Messiah and kissed him goodbye.

"That's what we're on?" Dave said as soon as Naala was by him.

"I'm not on anything," Naala said walking past him. Malia lifted her head up at her dads voice.

"Hi Daddy," Malia said with a smile. Malia was truly a daddy's girl. He got the most words out of her.

"What's up Phat?" Dave said taking her from Naala's arms.

"I'm hungry," She said into Dave's ear,

"Daddy will take you for something to eat after this okay?" Dave whispered back tickling her stomach.

"No you won't," Naala spoke pushing the door open to the office. "Today isn't your day to have the kids," Naala added. If he wanted to play games with her then she would beat him.

"I can get them whenever I like," Dave said scrunching his face up.

"That's not what the custody agreement says," Naala muttered. Dave opened his mouth to protest but they were already in the office.

"We have an appointment today for Malia Brewster," Naala smiled at the receptionist.

The receptionist checked them in and the doctor came out to greet them almost immediately.

"Nice to see you again," She smiled as she closed her office door. "I take it you're dad?" The doctor asked Dave.

He nodded and set Malia down. Naala nudged him making him move away.

"I'm her dad," He spoke, his voice low. You could tell he was pissed off but Naala didn't care.

"Great, why don't you play over here sweetie whilst I talk to mommy and daddy?" The doctor said to Malia. She looked to her mom for permission and Naala nodded making her wander off to the play area.

"Okay so I think I have better news this time," The paediatrician spoke.

Naala sat beside Dave and braced herself for the what the doctor had to say.

"Is this to do with her speech?" Dave asked getting comfortable in his seat.

"Well not entirely. Malia has mild autism, that's what's been affecting her social cues."

"Autism?" Naala swallowed the lump in her throat. "But she talks just not a lot,"

"I understand," The doctor nodded. "However, Malia does not make eye contact, her speech is limited and she requires day to day support."

"She's not autistic," Naala argued. "I'm not going to sit here and let you diagnose my child with something she doesn't have." Dave could see Naala getting upset and he knew it was only a matter of time before she blew.

"I assure you Mrs Brewster I wouldn't tell you something that isn't true, Autism isn't the worst thing, she is still fully functional."

"Naala, call me Naala," Naala snapped. "She can't be autistic. We've seen specialists before, she's shy."

"Baby," Dave said putting his hand on her shoulder. Naala shrugged it off and sat forward.

"Malia is at the right stage in her development. However, she has a lot of characteristics that point to her being on the spectrum. I know this isn't an easy conversation to have —"

"It's not," Naala said with tears in her eyes. "My baby -" She paused to stop herself from crying.

"My baby doesn't have autism," Naala continued in denial.

"You reported that you have bipolar disorder?" The doctor questioned picking up her clipboard.

"What does that have to do with Malia?" Dave spoke up. He was still trying to process everything.

"Well it is common that parents may pass mental illnesses onto their offspring."

"First it was autism, now she has bipolar?" Naala said standing up. "We're leaving, Phat come on," Naala said calling Malia over.

"Mrs Brewster —" Naala held her hand up to stop the doctor from speaking.

Dave sat back, not knowing what to do. He wasn't going to storm out like Naala, he wanted to understand the diagnosis. "I'll meet you by the car," He said to Naala.

"Keys," She said holding her hand out. He fished through his pocket and handed her the keys.

Naala left the room in a huff with Malia on her hip.

"I'm sorry about my wife," Dave said to the doctor who didn't seem to be phased by Naala's behaviour.

"I get a lot," She smiled. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?"

"Is autism hereditary? Because neither me or her mom have it. None of her siblings do either." Dave replied.

"It's not hereditary no. Sometimes it can be due to her time in the womb or just down to development. How many siblings does she have?"

"Biologically, she has 2 other siblings. Our first daughter was a twin but unfortunately her brother died at birth," Dave said before clearing his throat.

The doctor did recall seeing something like that on their file, if she had known she would have been a bit more sensitive.

"I'm sorry to hear that," The doctor responded sadly. "Did your wife struggle with any of the pregnancies?"

"With all of them," Dave said lowly. He'd never realised how much Naala struggled with their children. "Malia was born early, and it was a high risk pregnancy,"

"Ah," The doctor nodded. "I would love if you could get your wife back in so we can go over more of the medical history. It would be beneficial,"

"I'll try," Dave nodded. He stood from his seat and left the room. He sped walked to the car where Naala was in the passenger seat with her head against the window.

Malia was in her seat at the back of the car, she was currently playing with one of her dolls. One thing about Malia was that she could always play. Dave opened the door and got in.

"Love we have to go back in there," He said lowly. Naala flinched at his voice,

"She doesn't have autism Amir." Naala whispered. "We speak to her and we engage her in activities, she can't have autism,"

"You're not listening to what the doctor is saying Naala. Autism isn't a death sentence," Dave tried to reason with her.

"It's not fair." Naala said with tears streaming down her face.

"Naala," Dave said sympathetically. No matter what they had going on, he never liked seeing her cry.

"Come here, stop crying,"'He said hugging her. "She's gonna be okay,"

"I know but I feel like I've failed her you know? You just heard her ask about my bipolar, that means I did this to her," Naala cried wiping her eyes.

Naala felt like this was entirely her fault. She had passed her bad genes onto her kids and now they would be the ones paying for it.

"What have I told you about blaming yourself for everything?" Dave questioned lifting her head up. "You don't control the world Naala, things happen," He added. Naala sniffed and shook her head.

"If I was normal none of this would be happening." Naala said playing with the strings on Dave's hoodie.

"You're not normal and that's okay," Dave spoke. He wasn't good with pep talks so he didn't know what else to say. "Us against the world Naala, don't forget that,"

Naala smiled softly and breathed in his scent. "Us against the world," She mumbled.

"Now can we go back in there and figure out how we're gonna help our baby?" Dave asked hopefully.

Naala sighed deeply and nodded, "Let's go," She said sitting up. She really didn't want to hear any more negative things.

"Mommy is crying?" Malia spoke with a confused face. "Because of Phat?" She added pointing to herself.

"No mommy's fine," Naala said wiping the tears off her face. "Not because of Phat," Naala said reaching back to hold her hand.

"Mmm," Malia hummed. "We eat now?" She tilted her head.

"First we have to finish here then we eat," Dave said getting out of the car. He picked Malia up and opened Naala's door.

"Her speech is improving." Naala said holding Dave's hand. He looked down at their hands and laughed. Doing me my ass, he thought to himself.

"She's been speaking a whole lot more since we took her out of that school," Dave said in agreement.

"I bet the doctor thinks I'm crazy," Naala muttered as they made their way back into the office.

"Probably," Dave chuckled making her frown,

"Stop." She whined tugging on his arm. Malia put a hand on her mom's head.

"Stop being annoying," Malia said lowly. Dave burst into laughter and Naala pouted.

"You think mommy's annoying?" Naala said looking up at Malia.

"Bubba says that," Malia nodded referring to Saint. "Mommy annoying," She repeated.

Dave chuckled and nodded, "Well done Phat, mommy is very annoying,"

"Don't encourage that," Naala replied lowly, taking her hand out of his.

"We wanted her to speak, now she's speaking you don't like it," He laughed nudging her.

Naala being dramatic as usual, flew across the hall and fell onto one of the chairs.

"Ouch," Naala said getting up. Malia giggled, making Naala crack a smile.

"That was funny?" She asked tickling Malia's stomach.

"Funny," Malia agreed wriggling to get down. Dave put her down and she conjoined hands with both of her parents.

Dave knocked on the doctors door and she swung it open. "I was wondering when you would come back," She smiled at Naala.

Naala blinked at her, she couldn't understand why this woman was so happy when she had just diagnosed their baby with autism.

"I sit with mommy," Malia said quietly climbing into her mom's lap.

The doctor nodded, "Her speech has definitely improved since I last saw her,"

"I told you - she's not autistic," Naala replied. Dave gave her a warning glare and she cleared her throat.

"Can you explain to us what this means for her now?" Naala said her voice quieter than before.

"Before I get into that, your husband told me about your complications during your pregnancies."

"I didn't have that many complications with any of my pregnancies," Naala said with a confused face.

"A still born is a complication in itself," The doctor responded. That made flashes of Ameer's lifeless body appear in Naala's head.

"And this has what to do with Malia?" Naala questioned.

"It may be that the complications led to this diagnosis. I would like to refer you to our neonatal team which will run a full fertility exam,"

"No," Naala shook her head. "I am trying to accept Malia's condition, I don't need any more bad news," Naala knew what the doctor was getting at. It was no secret that no matter how fertile Naala was, there was always a problem.

She knew that's why he and Dave were struggling to conceive. She would never share that with him though, she didn't want him to leave her.

"Okay," The doctor said softly. "In terms of Malia, I will a book a review for her but for now continue as normal unless there is any issues,"

"What about school?" Dave asked playing with Malia's hand.

"I have a list of autism friendly schools if you would like her to transfer," Naala nodded in response. Maybe mainstream school wasn't the best idea for Malia.

~~

2 days later ..

"Mommy?" Maniya said knocking on her mom's door. She was here to take her siblings to stay with her. She loved spending time with them and it was perfect that she had her own spot now.

When Maniya didn't get a response she entered the room. Shocked to see her mom in bed, she went closer.

"Mom?" She called again. Naala shuffled and turned over, her eyes puffy and bloodshot red.

"Hey my angel," Naala smiled softly when she set eyes on Maniya.

"Hey mama, you okay?" She asked kicking her shoes off and getting in the bed.

"Did you pack Phat's blankie? She won't go to sleep without it," Naala said ignoring her question.

"I did," Maniya nodded. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay here by yourself?"

"Siah should be on his way," Naala sniffed getting out of the bed. Maniya raised a brow,

"I thought you and daddy were trying to work on your marriage?"

"Our marriage is a mess. We're better off calling it quits," Naala said sadly. "We agreed to sign the papers,"

"That's not what you want to do mama," Maniya said getting up also. A blind man could see that Naala and Dave weren't ready to end their marriage.

"It's not about what I want anymore Niya, it's about what I need." Naala responded. "I love your dad but -"

"But what?" Maniya interrupted. "Why would you possibly want to leave him alone, now after everything?"

"Maniya," Naala sighed. "I don't feel well and this isn't making me feel better," She sniffed rubbing her nose.

"What's the matter?" Maniya asked concernedly.

"I'm stressed about Vegas, I don't want to leave Malia at home," Naala confided in her eldest daughter.

"She can stay with me, you need this trip mommy," Maniya suggested straight away. "Is daddy gonna be there?"

"Unfortunately," Naala sighed. It was already hell being around him when they were forced to, now he was gonna be on vacation with her.

"Isn't it like a couples thing? Take one of your boos," Maniya said trying to lighten the mood.

"I need to pick which one," Naala said sitting down at her vanity.

"Okay let's do some pros and cons," Maniya suggested with a smile. She brought out her phone and went on her notes.

"Number one, Kree," Naala said sitting back. "Pros, he's good to look at."

"Anything else?" Maniya laughed. Naala tilted her head,

"Mmmm Kree knows how to keep up with me," Naala bit her lip,

"Ew," Maniya gagged. "Now cons," she said clicking on her phone screen.

"He's very insecure. Two, he doesn't like Cheetos," Maniya gasped loudly,

"No way," She said typing on her screen. Naala turned round,

"I know right. Onto Messiah," Naala said picking her hair brush up.

"Messiah is my personal favourite, just putting it out there," Maniya laughed. Naala pouted,

"You like him?" She said with a smile. "He's my number 2 now, with his fine ass," She mumbled the last part under her breath.

"Yeah he's cool," Maniya shrugged. "Okay pros and cons mom,"

"Pros, Siah is soooo affectionate. For a hood nigga he pays attention to the small things. He also is such a good listener, I could tell him I like cake and the next day he'll send me 5 different cakes to try," Naala was deep in thought as she spoke about him.

"Cons?" Maniya called out. Naala bit her lip and shook her head.

"The only thing is he's not for the bullshit, he doesn't do all that petty stuff. He will dead ass leave me alone," Naala sighed.

"I think we've found our winner," Maniya squealed. Naala cleared her throat and blinked at her daughter.

"Uhn uhn we didn't do your dad," Naala turned in her seat properly crossing her arms.

"Mama the cons are gonna be as long as my arm," Maniya teased.

"I don't care, let's do it," Naala muttered. "Pros, I love him."

"I need a bit more than that mom," Maniya said looking at her.

"Right," Naala nodded. "Pros, I love him so much. No matter what we go through he's got my back you know? He's affectionate, sometimes too affectionate but I like it." Naala trailed off. Maniya let her mom talk, listening closely.

"He takes care of me, mentally and physically. I can be myself with him, always. We have good fun together." Naala smiled.

"Cons?" Maniya questioned watching her mum.

"He reminds me of everything I've ever lost," Naala said simply.

"Is that it?" Maniya said. Naala's emotions were all over the place, and thinking about Dave didn't make her better.

"That's my only con," Naala muttered. "I just want my husband back," She whispered putting her head down.

The door bell rang, meaning Messiah was outside. Naala groaned, she was torn. The way she acting towards Dave was mainly because she felt like he didn't fight for her.

"Should I get the door?" Maniya asked her mom, Naala didn't know what to say, her mind had been made up.

the next chapter will be the Vegas trip and it's gonna be a wild one 😛