One Night Stand

Chapter 9

Onika's POV

"Shay and I are taking a swim in the pool today," Robyn said on speakerphone as I danced around my room.

"Sounds fun, how is she," I said asking about her daughter.

"Fine, she's getting big and what not her birthday is in two months," he said. "My little baby will finally be 2."

"So is Ayla's," I beamed.

"I know my shawty's birthday," Robyn said. I rolled my eyes. "Ay don't roll them eyes at me nigga," she said.

"Shut up, I didn't," I lied.

"Anyway, you should bring Ayla over," she suggested.

"Can't. I have brunch with Ms. Tina and my parents," I said.

"What about afterwards," she asked.

"I'll text you. I need to go get ready before I'm late," I said.

"Bye Nicki," she said. I smiled.

"Bye Robyn," I said before hanging up. I decided on a black dress and red heels. I did my hair in cute updo and applied my make-up. I grabbed my clutch and ran out the door. I pulled up to Beyonce's house and rolled my eyes but smiled when I saw my parents' car already there. Finally, they aren't late. I rang the doorbell.

"Wow exactly at 12:00 pm," Ms. Tina answered.

"Yes ma'am, punctuality is the key," I smiled.

"Well come on in," she said inviting me in. I nodded and walked in.

"Afternoon everyone," I said, and rushed over to my daughter, who was playing with a few toys on the floor.

"Leave her alone, she's ok," Beyonce said. I looked at her and kept my composure.

"I'm saying hello to Ayla, is that fine Beyonce," I asked. She shrugged and walked away.

"Ayla," I said. She looked at me and smiled then crawled over to where I was. She babbled and stood up. I took both her hands and encouraged her to walk back over to the toys. She got there and plopped down. "Good job Ayla," I said kissing her on her forehead. She continued to play with her toys.

"Can we talk upstairs," Beyonce said looking at me.

"Yes," I said, standing up and following her upstairs.

"Look," she said once we got fully upstairs, and into what looked to be a guest room. "I don't like you and you don't like me," she started closing the door and placing herself in front of it. I noted her stance and whether purposeful or not she positioned herself as predator and I as prey. I don't like that, but perhaps I should allow her to feel in control in her own house.

"I never said I don't like you," I said.

"Well, I know for a fact that I don't like you," she said. "But I want to get to know my daughter," she continued looking at me. I stared at her blankly. "We need to create a schedule." I nodded.

"Sure, you can get her every other weekend," I said before trying to walk past her in an attempt to get me out of the trap she put me in. She didn't move, forcing me to continue this conversation.

"Can I have a say so in my daughter's life and my schedule," she asked, though it left no room for a no.

"Yes, what would be best for you," I said.

"I can't tell whether you're being sarcastic or if you actually care," she said, and I could tell she was getting frustrated.

"Bey," I said touching her arm. "Just tell me what days would be good for you," I said. She looked at me and sighed.