One Night Stand

Chapter 3

Onika's POV

    "Mom," I yelled walking into her house.    

    "Yes hun," she said.

    "I don't have Ayla," I said.

    "Isn't she with her mother," she asked.

    "Yes," I pouted flopping on the couch.

    "Isn't that what you wanted," she asked.

    "Yes," I pouted even more, sinking even further into the couch.

    "Then what is the problem," my mom asked, bringing me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out the kitchen.

    "I miss my baby," I said, biting into it.

    "Why don't you go hangout with some friends?"

    "I don't have any, remember. Told me I was lying about Beyoncé. They said I was cute but not that cute."

    "Well the news that you were pregnant with Beyonce's baby took me by surprise too. If you were anybody else I wouldn't have believed you."

    "Yeah but they knew me too momma. I wouldn't lie about my child's other parent, now they calling my phone apologizing, wanting to be friends again, and asking to meet B," I vented.

"Are you going to forgive them," she asked.

"No, because these are the same women, gossiping about me and telling me business to the shade room. I had to go private on my accounts. They can stay right where they had me messed up at."

    "Well darling, let's go to the movies," she said patting my leg. I sulked to her car. Life sucks without my daughter.

Beyoncé POV

    "Oh my god will you stop crying," I said looking at Ayla on the bed. I wanted to cry with her. How do people do this? This is insanity. I picked up my phone.

    "Yo," she answered.

    "Robyn, how do I get her to shut up," I asked.

    "Is she hungry," she asked.

    "I don't know, what do they eat," I asked.

    "You can't be that stupid," she said.

    "Robyn please," I begged.

    "Ok I'll be there in a few, you at Keswick right," he asked.

    "Yeah,"

    "Cool, I'm right around the corner," he said hanging up. I'm guessing she was at her baby moms house. She's the whole reason I found out about this place. Ten minutes later I heard a patterned knock at my door.

    "Robyn," I said opening the door.

    "Here," I said practically tossing Ayla at her.

    "Where's her baby bag," he asked.

    "I don't know," I said.

    "Her mom didn't leave you a diaper bag," she asked, rocking Ayla in her arms. Her screams quieted but her crying was still there.

    "Well I rushed her out the door, and ignored her calls," I said. She gave me a straight face.

    "Give me your phone," he said. I handed it to him.

    "Hello, is this Onika..Oh ok this is Robyn...Yes as in Rihanna," she said before she chuckled. "Nice to meet you too...That's sweet...Oh really now," she said with a devious smile creeping on her lips. I cleared my throat. "Oh um right, Beyoncé is having problems with Ayla..no there's no need to come just calm down...Oh you left her diaper bag at the front desk, that's nice...Have a good night," she said before hanging up. "I like her," she said looking at me and walking out the door.