Drunk In Love

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Onika's POV
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March 15

"Laya, come here." I called for my daughter. She peeked around the corner of the bathroom before walking in. I picked her up and sat her by the sink, so I could start her hair. "What style do you want, cupcake?"

"Bun." She mumbled, with all her attention on the toy in her hands.

"What's the magic word?"

"Peas."

"Good job." I started by spraying her hair then softly brushing it on top of her head.

When I got all her hair on top, I started finger-curling the ends of her hair. She whined a little when I tugged too hard but after that, I was done.

"I'm done, baby." I kissed her cheek. "Where's your sister?"

"woom." She spoke before coughing.

"Are you sick, baby?" I asked. She nodded her head and I picked her up again. "Let's go get you some medicine before you get really sick."

I carried her out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. Then I went to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen.

"Which one do you want?" I had two options for her and two options for Zamora. She picked the strawberry flavoured one, of course. I sat her on the island with the medicines next to her.

I unscrewed the cap and poured some of the liquid into the lid. I would've used the little syringe but I wasn't in the mood to wash that thing out.

"Open." I instructed and she opened her mouth. I poured a little bit in her mouth and let her swallow that, then I gave her the rest of it.

"Aw done." She licked her lips.

"All done." I repeated, smiling at her. "Let's go check on your sister."

"Zammy." She threw her arms in the air. I picked her back up and we went up the stairs. I made her count from the first step and she got stuck at 4, so she stopped.

When we got up to Zamora's room she was listening to some music and singing the lyrics. The closer I listened outside her door, the clearer they became.

'Real ass bitch give a fuck bout' a nigga.' I heard, loud and clear. I covered one of Nilaya's ears since that's the best I could do.

"Zamora Grace! I will whoop your ass if I come in there and you still have that song playing!" I shouted from outside the door.

The music immediately stopped playing and I could hear her running to hide her iPad. Then she came to the door and opened it with an innocent smile.

"Hi, momm-"

"Don't hi mommy me. What did I just hear?" I asked her.

"A song." She spoke.

"With all that cussing? You know you can't listen to songs like that." I explained to her.

"I'm sorry." She apologised.

"It's ok, but don't play music like that. Not when you know I can hear you." I told her. "Maybe you can when you're 13, but not now."

"I have to wait 22 years?!" She gasped.

"One three, not three zero." I chuckled. She released a sigh of relief. "What do you want for lunch, ladybug?"

I started playing in her hair, since she was stood infront of me. Her hair had grown so much, even longer than mine at her age. It was because I used a range of products with her hair.