Baby Boy

Nicki looked out of the window to see a familiar car and rolled her eyes. She flung the front door open with an attitude and let it hit the wall before returning to her daughter. She cut her eyes at him when he cleared his throat. 

"Don't start." He warned her.

"She's not going." She stated as she picked up their daughter. 

"Son, give me my daughter."

"No, I don't want her around that bitch."

"Yo, I just want to take my kids to get pictures taken."

"With her? Fuck no."

For the past three years Safaree had bounced back and forth between Nicki and his other baby's mother, Misha. He took them both on emotional roller coasters that ended with the conceiving of two little girls, born only three weeks apart. Leaving Safaree alone was easier said than done for both of the women, but it was easy to hate each other. 

"Safaree..."

"We been through this shit."

"So, she gets to play family with you but I'm only good for a nut?"

"Here you go..."

"Here I go? You damn right. Imma stop fucking with your dumbass!"

"You say that now but you'll be on my dick tonight."

"Fuck you!"

"Hand her here."

"No." She said stubbornly. 

He tried to kiss her but she turned her head. He turned her face and pecked her lips. Although they weren't a couple, they had what Nicki liked to call a "parents with benefits" relationship. Sex, of course, only irritated their already complicated relationship but they couldn't get enough of one another.

"Don't be like that." He took note of the pout on her face. 

Realizing that she was wearing red lipstick, she puckered up her lips to him. This time she kissed him more aggressively. When he pulled away smiling she took note to her mark being left. She smiled and handed her daughter over. 

"Be good for Daddy and his whore, DayDay." Nicki poked her lip out and kissed her one year old.

"Stop fucking talking around her like that. You know she picking up on stuff."

"Whatever. Tell your bitch to stop posting pictures of my daughter on her fucking Instagram, and tell her to stop telling people they twins." 

"Come on. They sisters. If they-"

"Like I said, tell the bitch what I said before I tell her." He looked at her blankly until she began walking towards the door. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back as she giggled. "I thought so."

"You childish."

"Says the nigga living in his mama's house." 

"Well, I can't stay here."

"Keep your dick in your pants and you might could." Even if he had been faithful, Nicki knew that he would never leave his mothers side. He was attached to her nipple, and her being sick only made things worse. Nicki rolled her eyes as the sound of the car horn went off. "Run along to your number two." She shooed him and he shook his head smiling. 

"Long as you know you number one." He winked at her. 

She tried to refrain from smiling but she couldn't. After closing the door behind them, she went and plopped on the coach. She lifted her bottom to retrieve Sade's toy that she had sat on. She tossed the toy then grabbed her phone. She opened her Instagram app and rolled her eyes at the first picture she saw. Misha had uploaded a picture of Safaree strapping Sade in and her daughter Sahara looking at them.

"Bitch wastes no to time." She shook her head. She began to continue scroll until one of the hashtags caught her attention. She felt herself growing pissed as she read each shady hashtags. "#LovingMYfamily" followed by "#weallwegot" were the ones that really pissed her off. Misha was constantly claiming Sade as hers, and portraying things as if Nicki never had her child or took care of her. She tossed her phone and headed outside where she could still hear Misha's loud ass car. 

"Shit." Safaree said as he closed the back door and saw Nicki headed their way. "Nicki."

"I just want to talk to her." She went in the opposite direction of him and they met at the drivers door. Misha acted as if she didn't see Nicki when she knocked on the window. 

"Yo, what the fuck." Safaree said. 

"I know you see me, ho!"

"Nicki!" He twirled her body around so that she was now standing next to the back car door and looking into his face.

"I told you to tell this bitch-"

"Tell me what?" Safaree huffed as he heard Misha's voice. 

"Keep fucking playing with me." Nicki warned. "Stop with the slick shit! Keep my baby off your shit, and stop fucking telling people she's yours."

"She might as well be." Misha spat. "Once me and Safaree get married-" Nicki's loud laugh interrupted her.

"Is that what he told you? If this ya nigga tell him to keep his fucking lips off mine."

"Bitch!" Misha tried to reach around Safaree to hit Nicki. When he turned to face her she saw red. Literally, she saw Nicki's red lipstick. 

Nicki walked around the car and got her daughter out while Safaree blocked Misha's hits. Both of the girls were now crying. Nicki handed Sahara her Disney princess cup, before kissing her too and leaving lipstick on her cheek. Partly she did it to be messy, but she did have love for Sahara regardless of any other BS. She was Safaree's daughter, and Sade's sister, which meant she was family. She picked up her daughter. 

"Get off my property!" Nicki yelled behind her as she carried her now calm child into the house. She placed her in her play pin. As she walked back to the front door, Safaree was walking in and Misha was speeding off. She rolled her eyes and turned on her heels. 

"The fuck was that?" He followed her into the kitchen.

"I warned you and I warned that bitch. Stop fucking using my child as a prop for your dysfunctional ass life!" She said as she washed her hands.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She pushed pass him and opened the freezer, "You marrying that bitch?"

"No." He watched her pull out two Popsicles then followed her to the living room. "Nicki."

"I'm over this." She handed Sade one of the Popsicles. Sade plopped down onto her butt and instantly began devouring it. 

"Over what?" He looked at her and could tell that something heavy was weighing on her. She grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels as she licked her Popsicle. He snatched the remote. "What?"

"You plant the same shit in her head that you do mine. I really thought that when we talked about a future and being married that it meant-"

"It does mean something."

"I don't mean shit to you." She snatched the remote back.

"Baby..." He stroked her cheek and she slapped his hand with the back of the remote.

"You fucking her too?" She asked with her eyes on the television already knowing how he was going to respond.

"No." He said simply to which she smacked her lips. "I let her give me top but that's it. I swear!" He put his hands in the air.

"Why does that sound familiar?" When she and Safaree had been in a relationship, he had said the same thing. Seven months later she found out about his second baby's mother.

"I'm serious. I want to work on us." 

"But y'all a family?"

"I mean, we are. We have a kid."

"If y'all wasn't fucking, why she in her feelings?"

"The same reason you always in your feelings whether I fuck you or not."

"What the fuck ever, son. I'm so sick of-" she looked at him to see him gazing at her, he licked his lips seductively. "Don't start."

"Start what?" He asked mischievously. 

"Safaree, I'm serious." She whined as he pulled her legs so that she was laying on her back. He laid on top of her and pinned one of her arms above her head. 

"Gimme some." He nodded towards the Popsicle and she put it towards his mouth. He took a bite and she smacked her lips and rolled her eyes.

"You hate me?" She asked.

"What?" He laughed. "No."

"I hate you." She said seriously. He didn't respond, only stared into her eyes. She squirmed under him. "Move." 

"No." He said. 

"Safaree, you're about to piss me off in like 2 seconds."

"Mommy." Sade said.

"Get up, Safaree. For real."

"I want to do a joint party for the girls' birthdays."

"No." She shook her head. "Hell to the fuck no."

"Come on." He kissed he lips.

"I don't fuck with shorty or her people."

"If you act right then she will." He kissed along her jawline.

"No."

"I want everyone together." He began kissing her neck. "I'll have everyone in check. Even my bitch." He kissed her lips and she kissed him back. He knew that calling Misha a bitch would sway her. 

"Okay." She said smally and bit her lip. "One condition." She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

"What?" He smiled.

"Child support increases by three hundred a month."

"Hell no!" He tried to get up but she held him tightly. 

"Safaree, it's not even like we're going through the courts. Do you wanna do that? You wanna go to court and have them asking how you get your money?"

"You always on that bullshit."

"Your daughter needs to be in daycare."

"What's wrong with Ms. April watching her?"

"She ain't learning shit and she needs to be around other kids. I'm only asking you to pay half." She could see that he was thinking about it. She placed her now free hand on his cheek and kissed him before pouting. "Don't you want the best for her, baby?"

The word "baby" sent him in a frenzy. She laughed on the inside at him not realizing that she was using him. He kissed her and simply nodded. 

"Eeek! Thank you." She pecked his lips twice. He nodded loving the mother that she was to their child. Moments like this made him wish that he hadn't of cheated on her. He loved Sahara, but Misha wasn't half the woman that Nicki was. He saw the sacrifices that Nicki made for Sade, and the future she wanted for her. None of these things were similar in Misha's world. Misha was content with $250 a month, a quick fuck, and a smoke session. Not the idea candidate for the mother of his child. 

"Okay, get off of me doof!" Nicki pulled him from his thoughts. "I have to cook."

"Oh, my bad." He smiled as he got up. He went and picked up Sade who was now sticky from her Popsicle. He laughed at the fact that she'd finished most of it. 

"Imma clean her up and we'll help you." He offered. 

"Okay." She smiled. As she went to walk away he grabbed her arm. He stared at her and she laughed. "What?"

"I love you." He said seriously. 

"Move." She pulled her arm but he pulled it back. She frowned and looked into his face trying to figure him out. 

"I'm serious." He said. "I love you." 

She smiled and kissed him, "Thank you."

She stroked Sade's cheek and kissed her as well. It had been almost three years since she had said it back, and meant it. In that moment, he decided to win her back over. Whatever it took, she was going to be his again.

****Before y'all ask, this will have additional parts. Thanks for reading! Thanks to those who continue to comment.****