I Hate Love✅

38. Grant's Farm

She would think DJ ran out of educational but fun places to take her and the twins by Thursday, but he was over at the house bright and early for their next trip.

"I'm so glad you all are having so much fun together. This has been a dream!" Apryl hugged Ginger and DJ together. "Let me take some pictures of all my kids before you go today. DJ, send me all the ones you've taken. I'm going to need an album of them."

"Don't post them, I-" Ginger stopped herself. Even though she was a celebrity, she forgot about it most times while she was out. Being only recognized once yesterday, while it felt cool for a moment, she lowkey wished she was the type that created a mob wherever she went.

She was that type of face that blended in. Beyonce could never. Even M'Liyah could never. She reached that level of stardom on her own, not with the group.

"Honey, I would never invade your privacy. I don't post the twins on social media and I wouldn't do that to you either. I want real live pictures, in a photo album...yes, your mom is old school."

"She has a gazillion of them stacked up in the corner of our closet claiming to make albums with," David said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Now hush, man!" April elbowed him, as he grabbed her in his arms and kissed her.

"Truth hurts, love."

"Stop that, in front of the kids," DJ said, finishing his plate of food and loading the dishwasher. "Hey, I have to make a run Gin, but I will be back later for you and the Double Ds."

"Huh?" was all she could say. Where was he going and why was he not taking her?

She forgot sometimes that DJ had a life before her, and still had a separate life she did not know much about. He was off all summer from his job, what would he normally do all day? She knew he watched the kids when they were not in summer camp, but he was too young and gorgeous to be stuck being a babysitter all summer long.

Maybe he did have another girlfriend somewhere.

Her insecurity kicked in again and she felt icky about it.

Hey bestie. How r u and dem babies?

I just got thrown up on, peed on, and bitten

She laughed out loud at that. After she finished breakfast, she went downstairs and sat with the twins watching cartoons which bored her, but she tried to get into them for their sakes. She was never into cartoons like that as a kid. She did not watch much TV unless it was music videos or award shows, dreaming it was her one day.

"So Dara, Darrell, what do you guys want to be when you get big?"

"Spiderman!" Darrel shouted out and posed in a Spiderman pose.

"I want to be you!" Dara said.

No, this little girl did not steal her heart away like this. Tears formed in her eyes but she did not let them drop.

"Be me?"

"A singer," she said, hands on her little hips. "I know all your songs."

She did not even know that the twins knew if she was a celebrity. They never treated her that way. Anyway, they were only eight, so no special way an eight-year-old would treat her.

"But can you sing and dance though?" she asked her little sister.

Dara grabbed the remote, clicked off cartoons, and went to Youtube. There already were several Petite Trois videos on the front page so she knew they had watched them before.

"Mommy let us listen to all the PT songs before I knew you were my sister."

She wondered why her mother never told them she was their sister. It was not her business. Dara played "Be 4 Real" and waited for it to load. She immediately started to sing and shake her hips like she was in the video herself. Dara had a nice singing voice for eight, she sang M'Liyah's part and could hang with her.