In which N'ijah finds out what she was missing all her life.
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N'ijah Ellison is the perfect wife. A hard working, god fearing, and loving person anyone could ask for. But, she constantly think she's not enough. Her dark thoughts continue to hau...
"Hey baby boy! Hi bubba!" N'ijah played with her son in his crib as she filled out paperwork for Aesthete. It was hard being a working mom, but it was worth it.
"Why won't you get a babysitter? You'd have a lot more free time if you did." Zalma popped into her office and dropped down into one of the custom velvet chaise lounge chairs N'ijah had ordered for Zalma specifically.
"These are his earliest memories. What kind of mom would I be if I wasn't with my child during these times? Hell, I'll strap him onto my stomach if I have to." N'ijah finished that document, then moved to change Israel's diaper.
"Yeah, you're too good. Me? I could never. I'm not having a child no time soon. If I do happen to get pregnant, though, it is what it is. I'll love the child no matter what." Zalma slouched deeper into the chair, putting herself into an even weirder position, effectively making Isreal laugh.
"Aww, you like that bubba?" She asked, and he clapped his hands together in a 'yes' fashion. To express himself, he'd either clap his hands once or twice, since he couldn't speak yet.
"He's too cute. Watch out or I'm going to steal him from you." Zalma came over and took him from N'ijah's hands, moving her out of the way.
"So what are you doing for your birthday?" Zalma asked, as she sat down with Israel in her hand, bouncing up and down in her lap. N'ijah stopped and remembered that her birthday was two weeks away. 29. Divorced with a will be four month old son.
"Maybe just chill. I don't have to do anything special. Plus, Isreal is my main priority right now." She sighed, rubbing her head as she sat down behind the desk.
"Oh no. You haven't had a party in what, 4 years? You're getting a party. I'll do everything myself, so all you have to do is come. You'll love if, I promise." And with that, Zalma left, Israel in tow. As N'ijah tried to go get back her son, an employee came to ask her a question, and by the time she finished answering, the pain was gone.
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N'ijah was getting ready in her bedroom, with Israel in his crib, shaking his rattle. As he tried to put it on his mouth, N'ijah rushed over and took it from him, and ga e him his pacifier instead.
Her phone rang, signalling that the baby sitter was here. With one last touch, her makeup and hair were finished. N'ijah siipped into her silky black dress and slid on her heels before picking up Israel and heading to the door.
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Marcus, with a rose in his hand, stood outside the door. A bright smile on his face, thought it faltered when he saw her dark expression.
"What are you doing here?" She asked genuinely confused.
"Well, I came to pick you up for your party, but if you want to drive yourself I to-"
"No, no. You didn't let me finish. I thought that the babysitter was supposed to he here by now, but apparently no-" It was now N'ijah's turn to be cut off as a young black teen, no older than 16, rushed up to the pair and tried to catch her breath.
