This is a fanfic told in real time aligned with real events told with a twist!
“Chrissss!” I yelled, as I packed up his bag for his rehearsal. I was downstairs in the living room, sorting through the clothes I just pulled out the dryer. I grabbed him a beater, and some sweats. Shoving those into the bag, I threw in his deodorant, and some gum.
Kaliah was sleeping on the couch next to the pile of clothes, and she was going to come with me to work. Chris had to stop by the dance studio with Debbie Allen, and then had rehearsal, and I was going to handle the usual.
“Christopher MAWWWREEEEZE!” I practically Trey Songz yodeled.
“Listen WOMAN!” he yelled back as he thundered down the steps. He walked up on me, and took my face in his hands.
“I love you.” He said softly, and then kissed me.
“You really are something.” I said, as I zipped his bag and he walked over to the bar to grab some toast. He popped a slice in his mouth, and it dangled out as he grabbed the orange juice from the fridge. He ate a few slices, and then downed a glass of OJ.
“Man, today will be fun!” He walked back to me, and took his bag, then kissed Kaliah on the forehead before hugging me tight. I wiped his toast crumbs off of me as I grabbed my big purse that held my laptop, wallet, and iPhone.
“Oh, you leaving now too? I’ll help.”
Chris grabbed the diaper bag and the sleeping baby. He hugged his little princess to his chest and we headed to the door.
“Be safe baby. I love you. Text me when you get to rehearsal.” I said as Chris buckled Kaliah into her car seat.
“I will. Luh yewww.” He said, making a kissy face, and he hopped into his lambo.
I didn’t much want to go out today. It was only a few days since the fight with Rihanna, but I knew work would get it off of my mind.
When I arrived, Dani was already opening up the office.
“Heyyy!” I said as I walked in to the office. I set down the baby carrier, and took Kaliah out and laid her in the cute little baby pen we bought for the office. I pulled everything out of my purse and set it on my desk.
“Hey, girl. So I got the list of orders right here, and it isn’t looking pretty. We might have to call in the others. And we need to restock on some things.” Dani passed me the list, and I scanned it, mentally tracking what we needed.
“Okay, I will call Austin now about the collab shit, and then let me call to get another shipment of sweats and these tees… ” I sat down and sighed as I plugged my cell into the wall, and dialed the first number.
I was sitting with Debbie Allen, and watching her students dance. They were awesome, and prepared a special performance for me. I had agreed to double the scholarship money I gave to her studio, because she was an awesome instructor, and ran a great studio.
I took too many photos too count and talked to the dancers, encouraging them and making sure they knew it was possible to make it as a dancer.
I left when I could so I could get to rehearsal. I started out on my way, blasting my music as usual.
“I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem!” I rapped, letting the beat take over me. I liked A$AP’s music regardless who else was on the track.
I was planning out the rest of today. Rehearsal for a couple of hours, pre-Grammy party and my Tux fitting for the Grammy’s.
I turned onto Bedford Drive, and was near the 600 block of Camden Alley when out of nowhere, two cars cut me off, and instantly paparazzi jumped out with cameras flashing. I was blinded, since my windows were down, and I instantly went into reverse to get away.
I ignored their calls, and was cut off again by two more cars.
By this time I didn’t know what to do, and because I was reversing so fast, I lost control of the car, and the Porsche hit the wall.
“Fuck man!” I was furious, but knew I needed to call 911 and get this shit towed. And the day had started so well.
2 MONTHS LATER (APRIL)
I was climbing one of the ladders after sorting all through the new merchandise. It was nearing 2 am, and I knew Chris was probably home already with baby girl, and I was here tired for days.
I had barely gotten any sleep, and things were so swamped with these new orders and shipments this week. I yawned, and then grabbed another box with one hand, and proceeded to climb back up. I had a few boxes left to put up, and then I could lock up and go home.
I had already packaged all the new orders, assigned all the points for this week, set up all the new members with their accounts and packaged their items they get upon signing up. I was ready to be out.
I lifted the box, and tried to get it on the shelf, but I lost my balance.
“Vanessa?! Wake up baby!”
I came to slowly.
“Yea, I need an ambulance. Yea, she fell off a ladder, and she is unconscious. Okay.”
“Vanessa… please open your eyes.”
I looked towards his voice, and blinked slowly.
I tried to move, but he stopped me.
“Stay still, the people will be here soon to look at you.” He was kneeling beside me, holding my hand.
“What happened?” I asked, still out of it. My head and body were throbbing in pain.
“You must’ve fallen down… You weren’t answering your phone, and you hadn’t come home yet, so I came to find you… I am glad I did.” He shushed me then, and held my hand, kissing my forehead as he called Mama.
Paramedics came into the office then, and they loaded me onto a stretcher and took me off to the hospital.
“She’s fine, just overworked, it seems. She just needs to rest okay?” The doctor told Chris as I pretended to sleep. Everyone had come to visit me, and I was pretending to be asleep so the doctor would tell people I couldn’t have visitors.
“She has some stitches from where she hit the ground, but other than that, she can walk fine… don’t let her climb any more ladders for a while, and if her vision blurs let us know right away.”
Once he left, I turned to Chris.
“Baby, when can I go home? Where is my baby girl? I want our bed.”
“Asking all these questions!” Chris laughed, and made a ratchet girl face.
“Sorry, I just hate hospitals… I have bad memories in them.” I said, remembering how we broke up in one last time.
“I’ll see what I can do. You should be released sometime today… He said you’re okay, just tired.”
I nodded, and he took my hand in his, lifted my fingers to his lips and kissed them tenderly.
“Just rest and get better.”
Finally, it seemed like life was slowing down finally. Chris had some stuff he was working on, a surprise for Team Breezy, but it was still in the first phase.
The Grammy’s went well, despite Rihanna wearing the same color as me. Chris and I were matching in red and white, and she also wore a red dress, so it caused a bit of confusion, but it all sorted itself out.
I just wanted a vacation to be honest.
“Baby, can we please just escape for a while?” I asked, as we lay in bed before starting our day.
“Hmmm.. where do you want to go?” he said, playing with my fingers.
“I don’t care. I am just tired of LA. Of all this drama. Can we please get out?”
He sat up.
“You know what, let’s go. Right now. Hawaii. Now. Pack your bags.”
He hopped out of bed, and ran to the closet.
I sat there, dumbstruck.
“Yes. We need a break. Just a few days to get out, and have fun and relax. We’ll fly out Ma too.”
I got up slowly and began to grow more excited as I found my suitcase and started planning outfits.
Hawaii. A real vacation, on a whim, with my loves of my life.
“This is so nice.”
I sat in the pool, in my new bikini, my wet hair in a bun on my head, and sunglasses on my face. I had Kaliah in a floaty, and she was splashing the water as she kicked her legs and floated across the water. Mama was sitting up in the shade, eating brunch, and reading Oprah’s magazine. Chris was on the diving board, doing flips and shit, into the water. He told me he had a surprise for me, but I wouldn’t get it till tomorrow, so I spent our first day of 7 in the pool. I played with baby girl, and took pictures with my phone in its light blue Lifeproof case of us in the water, above and under, and posted pictures on IG and videos on Vine.
Tonight, we had a dinner planned, just us two, and I was going to get a new outfit later in the day.
“Kaliah, look at daddy!” I said, and she turned to find him, and he waved and then did a cannon ball.
She laughed, and after a minute, he had swum over to us and was splashing water at her.
She laughed some more, and we continued to enjoy the Hawaiian sun.
I pulled on the short red dress, and my white heels. I had just finished fixing my hair, and was ready to go eat. Chris had already gone down to the room he had reserved for dinner, so I finished my makeup, and went to meet him. I took the elevator down, and saw all the different people who were also vacationing. Some kids pointed me out, and I waved and kept walking. I knew soon the media would know we were here, so I had to enjoy tonight.
I walked into the room, and was met by the sight of a small table with candles, and place settings for him and me. He was standing, lighting the last candle, and he turned to face me, smiling.
“Ness, I hope you like it.” He said nervously.
Of course I did. He was so great to me. I walked up to him and kissed him, thanking him.
“Chris… you spoil me, really I love it and you and everything you do for me. All I wanted was to get away and you went above and beyond, if we weren’t already engaged, I would ask you to marry me.”
I threw my arms around his neck and leaped into his arms, covering his lips with mine.
I was so in love with this man.
Ruining the moment though, was my phone going off, along with Chris’s.
“Hello?” I answered, without looking.
“SHE’S IN LABOR! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?!”
I had to hold the phone away from my ear, as Jacole screamed at me.
Chris seemed to be trying to calm Ty down, but was failing.
“We have to fly back there! We have to!” I said to Chris.
“We can’t… your surprise is tomorrow… And you need this vacation. Emily will understand, and you will see her soon. Swear.”
I nodded, but still felt bad… I wanted to meet the new addition, but I knew everyone would be there, and I would be there soon enough. I couldn’t wait.
Here I was in labor, and I was about to push this baby out. FINALLY. I felt like I was pregnant forever. I get to meet my baby now.
I was in pain, ever so agonizing pain, but I looked up and saw Ty staring at me, smiling, excited to greet our son.
I cringed as another contraction shot through me, but I gritted my teeth and breathed.
The doctor was yelling now, telling me to push.
“Push Emily, you can do this!”
I pushed, and Ty held my hand and comforted me and cheered me on.
“I see the head, come on Em, you got this!”
I pushed again, and I screamed, because it hurt so much.
“One more big push Emily and he will be here!”
I let out one last scream as I pushed, sweat beads dripping from my head, and Ty was kissing my forehead as I collapsed onto the bed, and they were wrapping our crying baby in a blanket.
“You did it baby. You did it.”
I looked up at him, and smiled, and they handed me my son. He was quiet now, nestled in my arms, and Ty had tears as he looked at us.
“My son… my son.” He kept saying.
In this moment, I am sure I could have died from the amount of love I felt for my son and my man, but I felt complete.
And thank God, this baby was out of me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!!!! <333333
;_______; i am sooo sorry!!!! *opens word* i started this chapter i swear i did, but i was waiting for chris to do something great… so i guess i will just make something up. SO… i am off work tomorrow… how about i do my homework and write and i will post a chapter BY FRIDAY NOON EST. PROMISE. IF I DONT, YALL CAN CHOOSE MY PUNISHMENT AND I WILL IG IT. <3 you guys. i am so sorry i have been slacking. Ever since my ex bf died, i havent updated this because he reminds me of Chris Brown, so i needed some time. but i am ready to write again.
LMFAO YES. LOLOLOL its half way written right now, but its just not calling to me. It’s because of school and work really that im like BLAHHHHH. Ill open the word document and see if i can work on it.
LMFAO we shall see. i feel like the fights wont stop ever.
tbh, one of my good friends died, feb 28, and i legit did not touch my laptop for a whole week, like idk i was just like fuck everything. but i will try and finish the next chapter soon and have it up.
i know sorry, i had work yesterday and today, and i have exams monday and tuesday :O but sometime this week i will finish it and have it up!
Yes, everyone wanted a fight, so I had to include that.. Nessa is BAD ASS so i had to make it a 2 on 1 jump and make her win. lol. Rih is not done just yet!! lol part 2 you will see… Yes baby Kaliah is okee dokeee.
lmfao. she did. lmfao well i did. i have dreamed of fighting her tbh lmfao. but yes…. Kaliah was okay wasnt chris just perfect :D
lol i always say Chicago is a state TBH because no one ever talks about Illinois its always just Chicago.
I can tell you. All STL’s were emailed the list of all the STL’s. On the list it says her name is Chanel. at the time the email was sent, her twitter name was @TygaCBFansRadio if it is different, and you need to contact her, write me off anon and i will reply with her email privately. :D
Chris sped off home and I grabbed my phone out of my bag. I hit speed dial for Mama.
“Mama, don’t be alarmed if you hear anything. Chris and I got into a small fight with someone, and it may be all over the news—”
“Excuse me, y’all did what?” She asked, her stern voice coming out.
“Well, see what had happened was… uh…”
“Vanessa Michele, I do not want any run around you tell me what happened.”
I sighed. “Well, earlier I drive to the studio and just parked in a random space. Then as we were leaving, Frank Ocean came up to us. Chris greeted him, and Frank ignored it saying Chris had parked in his spot. Well you know me, I don’t like him. I was like tragic. And he thought I said faggot and then he called me a bitch and I punched him. Then he tried to punch me and Chris hit him. And they fell crashing into shit. I mean stuff. Then we ran for it. We’re headed home now.”
“Okay. Drive safe, I know when Chris is mad he drives crazy. I will call Mark. It will all get handled.”
“Okay, thank you Mama.”
“Love you both. Be safe.”
We hung up, and finally, we were pulling into the driveway.
Inside, Chris pulled me towards him, his hands on my upper arms.
“Lemme look at you.” I wasn’t expecting him to grab me, and I made to step back, but he tightened his grip.
“Stop. You’re bleeding baby.”
His thumb slowly and gently moved over my cheek, and I felt it sting. My blood on his thumb, he shook his head, and then walked me to the downstairs bathroom.
He lifted me onto the sink, and then opened the mirror medicine cabinet. He grabbed the peroxide and my hello kitty Band-Aids.
Carefully, he wet a cotton ball, and wiped my cheek down. I cringed at the small sting, and he leaned it, blowing on it softly as he opened the band aid. He smoothed it onto my cheek, and then kissed it.
“Are you okay?” He said his voice low.
“Mmhhm..” I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. He was awfully quiet, for having been in a fight.. It wasn’t like him.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, taking his face in my hands.
“Yea, my hand kinda hurts, but other than that, I’m okay. I was more worried about you.”
I shook my head.
“Chris, I’m fine. I promise.” I leaned forward and kissed his lips tartly.
He tried to deepen the kiss, but his phone started to ring.
“Damn..” He glanced at the screen, then clicked the green button.
“Hey Mark…” I jumped off the sink, and taking his hand, led him out into the living room. He walked to the couch and sat down, pulling me onto his lap.
“Yea, we’re home now.. Oh for real? Ok, we’ll be ready. And yes I know the drill.” It was quiet while he listened, and I played with his face and hair.
“She had a small cut on her face, and my hand is swelling up..”
“Okay, I’ll head to the doctor now, and then wait for the phone call.”
He hung up and he leaned back, eyes closed. I rubbed his temples gently, and his lips parted.
“I hate people man. I fucking can’t stand this shit. You think everyone would chill the fuck out, but I swear it’s like I can’t move forward.” He started to talk again but I silenced him with a kiss.
He let himself calm down and kissed me back, and we sat there, cuddled up, thinking about earlier and what was going to happen.
“Let’s head to the doctor, and Mark said the police may visit or just call me. We’ll see. He has to handle the LA DA’s office with their bullshit accusations, court in a few days and all. Ugh.”
I got up, and he followed, and we headed out to the doctor.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Mama, Ness, Kaliah, and I were sitting in the living room, while I paced around. Pat was out getting the SUV for the trip to the courthouse in downtown.
“Baby boy, please relax.” Mama said.
I just kept pacing. Ness had Kaliah and was bouncing her on her knees and they were talking to each other in that way only babies and parents do. Kaliah seemed to be developing faster than normal, she was already cooing. She loved to smile, and loved to be held and sung to. I was glad she was cooing early; I hoped she would love singing like me and be good at it. Ness wasn’t a great singer… she could match pitch and sing with a group, but her range was low, an alto. I hoped Kaliah took after me in that. Thinking about Kaliah helped me calm down, and I finally sat down next to Ness.
“She’s so beautiful.”
“She looks like me when I was a baby.”
“Yea, the pictures your mom sent made me laugh. You in the bathtub, hahaha. You were so cute.”
“Well, now you are beautiful.“
I kissed her, and then turned to my ma.
“Ma… I really hate going to court.”
“Well, as long as you stay on track, you only have a year left. Don’t worry… it will be soon.”
The door opened.
“Car’s here. Everyone ready?”
We all stood and followed Pat out to the SUV, Mama riding shot gun, me and Ness in the back with Kaliah between us in her seat.
I was fuming. I was sitting in the row right behind Chris, next to Mama with Kaliah asleep in my arms. Thank God she was in my arms, because I had the mind to hand her to Mama and go and give that bitch another beating.
She had the audacity to show up with her friend, and sit on the other side. Mel kept staring at me and glaring.
“Fuck this.” I whispered to myself, causing Mama J to look at me crazy.
I leaned forward as we sat there waiting for the judge to come out.
“I love you Chris, good luck.”
He turned around and smiled at me, and I puckered my lips. He leaned forward and kissed me, a peck that was still full of lust, his freshly licked lips soft on mine.
“Love you.. I’m so glad you’re here.” I nodded, and smiled at him.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else, baby.”
I heard fake vomit sounds and it was Mel. I wish a Nigga would say something to my face though. She is messing with the wrong one. Maybe she could stunt on twitter back when Chris was with Kae but she can’t say shit about me. I’m the one with the ring, the baby, living with him… please. PLS.
“We will continue this next month, after I have had time to review the documents.”
The judge stood and left, and we were dismissed as well. I got up and walked with Kaliah in my arms back outside as Chris followed. He was talking to Mark about some legal stuff, and I just wanted to go get some lunch. Kaliah was starting to get upset, and was crying every few seconds. I knew she was probably hungry as well.
“Ness, wait up.” Chris called out, so I stopped. Mama came to me.
“Let me take Kaliah to the car, get her buckled in and give her a bottle.”
“Thank you Mama. You are an angel.”
I passed her my daughter, and turned back to Chris, who had stopped in the hallway. I leaned on the wall, fixing my heel. I had decided to wear a light blue soft fleece sweater that hung off the shoulder, white fitted slacks, and white pumps with a strap across the foot, Mary Jane style. It was comfy, yet conservative enough for court while looking stylish for my age. Trust me, I would rather not have to worry about that, but being in the spotlight since I was linked to Chris, I wanted to make sure that I reflected nothing but positive images.
I was rethinking what had happened today in court. They addressed ’09 again, and I heard Rihanna cough. I didn’t look though, because I knew they were just waiting for me to look. I refused.
Chris finally started walking over to me, leaving Mark to talk to a friend.
“Baby, I swear they keep trying me! All this shit man.” He half hollered, walking towards me. Rih and Mel were ahead of him.
I was with Chris for some of his charity work, but not as much as back when he was with Kae. She was around during that time period, and to be honest… I didn’t know how much of the community service Chris did, but I trusted him. And to be honest, we all lie a little on community service. You tell me the last time you went and volunteered somewhere and didn’t goof off a little bit. But if Chris says he did it, I believe it. I think people love to see him down, and that’s why they bother him.
“Ugh, she doesn’t have anything on you Rih.” Mel loud ass self. She is one to talk, looking like a donkey.
“You’re right. I don’t have anything, I have EVERYTHING.” I was tired of keeping quiet.
“Bitch, you ain’t shit.”
“I ain’t shit, but you over talking about me like you wish you had all the shit I have.”
“No one wants what you have!”
“Then why are your desperate asses here? Thirsty.”
“Look bitch. I have had Chris and I could have him again, easy.”
“And yet you will still never be Vanessa. Funny… he always gets MY name right in bed…” I turned to face Chris who was approaching. I felt her hand in my hair, and she pulled me back. This bitch..
I pulled forward, and she stumbled in her heels. It hurt my head, since it was my real hair she was pulling on.
“You fucking whore get off!” I yelled, twisting in her grip and shoving her as best as I could. She let go, and fell back on her ass.
Mel decided to join in, smacking me in the face. Fuck that. I kicked off my heels, one of them hitting her, making her keel over. I grabbed her shoulders and kneed her.
As she dropped, I felt someone jump on my back. Lawd this felt like I was in the bathroom fight scene in She’s The Man.
Rihanna had launched her tall ass on my back and had her hands wrapped around my neck. I backed up into the wall and made sure to hit it hard. I heard her head crack, and finally Chris was breaking up the fight.
“Yo, stop!” he yelled, pulling Rihanna off my back. Mel was still on the ground, and Chris put Rihanna in a full nelson to keep her off of me. (Google a full nelson in case you don’t know the move.)
I was trying to catch my breath and Rihanna was struggling. Courthouse cops were running to us, and luckily the photographer who had been in the court room had already left and was outside waiting for us to exit.
Once the cops got there, they took Rihanna from Chris’s hold, and pulled her and Mel into a separate room. Chris came to me, and searched me.
“Damn it, are you okay?” His thumb ran along my face, and I realized my cut from the glass was open.
“Nestle, I’m so sorry about all this shit… Fuck man… Fuck. ”
“It’s okay. That hoe and her lil bitch couldn’t take me.”
I was still mad, and I was shaking. I could feel angry hot tears pouring down my face.
“Fuck this shit; let me whoop her ass once and for all PLEASE.”
“No. We are past her. Don’t let her get to you please.” He leaned down and kissed me repeatedly, trying to take my mind off her, but I was still livid.
“Go into the bathroom and wash your cut. I’m gonna talk to Mark and the cops, meet me at the car.” He picked up my heels and handed them to me before kissing my forehead, and nudging me gently to the bathroom.
I could hear Chris talking to the cops and I heard Rihanna and Mel leaving the building. I waited till I heard Chris’s voice fade away to go out myself. I didn’t want to see Rihanna or Mel so I stayed inside a few more minutes till I was sure they had to have left. Then I went outside. Luckily the reporter and photographers had already left. I jumped into the SUV, and Mama pulled me to her, hugging me. I figured Chris had already told her what had happened.
“I’m sorry baby… I promise I have never seen this side of her.. You have to understand. She and Chris have a huge history, and trust me; she is not used to losing him to anyone. So I think she is just used to getting her way. You’re probably the first person who was not really afraid of her. Chris told me about how you stood up for yourself in France, and I really admire that about you. I know after that, she still tried, and she ruined things, but the fact that you cared enough about my son and your relationship makes me happy to have you as my daughter in law. I’ve thought a lot about relationships and how they work and fail, and I realize watching you, that you never stop chasing after Chris, and he never stops chasing after you. You take it as everyday you could lose each other to someone else, so never give another the chance to swoop in and do that.”
I laughed as she wiped the last of the tears off my face.
“Ma, you a fool.”
“Where did you think you got it from Chris?” she replied.
I laughed again, and Chris leaned towards me and kissed my forehead.
“Don’t worry baby.”
“Trust me; I’ve learned that you will be there to take care of me.”
Pat pulled into traffic, and I sat back, thinking about how Chris was doing even better lately. He really was showing where he wanted to be. He was successfully letting Rih go, and I couldn’t have been happier.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I could hear Kaliah crying, so I went to her crib. Nessa had been up all day doing Team Breezy work, so I let her stay in bed, when she went to get up. I reached into the crib and pulled Kaliah out.
She was burning up. She was crying louder now, and I was freaking out. I grabbed my phone and called my mom.
“Ma. Kaliah has a fever. I don’t know what to do!”
“Oh Lord. Well, first get the baby thermometer so you can see what her temperature is. You may have to go to the ER.”
I opened up the drawer with all the medical supplies and grabbed the thermometer.
“Where do I put it?”
“Under her arm.”
I followed the steps.
“It says she is 100.5 degrees.”
“Oh, well then she is fine. Babies normally fluctuate from 98 to 101 at different times of the day. To cool her off so she can sleep, give her a lukewarm bath. And don’t put her in a lot of clothes after. I used to let you sleep naked with just the blanket whenever you were fussy and hot at night.”
“I’m just glad I don’t have to go to the doctor.”
“Yea, she will be just fine. Give her the bath, and maybe a bottle and she will be good to go.”
“No problem baby, love you guys.”
I hung up, and started the water in the tub. I stripped Kaliah down, and held her cradled in my arms. She wasn’t crying as much, but she was moving around like she couldn’t get comfy, kicking her legs and waving her arms.
“it’s okay baby girl… Daddy has you.”
I let the tub fill a little bit, and then put her in the bath chair. She settled into the water nicely and instantly calmed down. Using my hands I cupped the water and poured it on her head so that she could cool down all over. She loved baths, she was a water baby. She smiled as the water fell down her face, and I did it a few more times just to see her smile. I was glad she wasn’t really sick. I wasn’t ready for that day. She must have been hot in her clothes, and wasn’t really sick at all. I laughed inwardly, and relaxed.
Nessa was up out of bed, standing in the bathroom. She was leaning up against the wall, arms wrapped around her. She was only in one of my white tees.
I eyed her sleepy face, mused hair that was falling out of a bun, and smiled.
“She was hot.. I thought she had a fever and was worried, but I called Ma and she told me what to do.”
“Who would have thought playing in the tub would make a fever go away.” She laughed.
I kissed my teeth, and she laughed again.
“She’s just so happy in the water; I was glad she was okay and not crying anymore.”
“It’s okay Daddy. Mommy is glad you like to see your baby smile. She is such a Daddy’s girl.”
I reached into the tub and pulled her out, wrapping her in her towel. She looked so cute wrapped in her towel, I couldn’t help but smile.
“Can you heat up a bottle for her? Ma said it will help her sleep.”
She nodded, and tiptoed out of the room. I laughed as I took Kaliah to the bed. I used my foot to pull over the diaper bag, and I laid her on the towel on the bed so I could give her a diaper.
As I finished, Nessa came back in and handed me the bottle. She crawled into bed with me, and I held Kaliah with my right arm, balancing the bottle, and held Nessa’s hand in my left.
Pt. 2 coming soon
Leave feedback for what you want in part 2, I will be covering Debbie Allen, car accident, the Grammys…