(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 60: The Unexpected News

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

April 1, 1999

~Tia's P.O.V~

The garage opened, but I had to reverse my car because what looked to be JoJo's car was parked inside. That alone is weird because he never parks in the garage. JoJo's usual parks in the front, but whatever. I'm not going to make a fuss over it. Instead of parking in the garage, I parked in front of Donald's home. Getting out of my car, I closed the driver's door and locked my doors. After locking my door, I made my way to the entrance of Donald's home, singing, I noticed his dogs weren't roaming like usual. My energy is still at an all-time high, even after working out and I feel amazing right now. As I unlocked the front door, I continued to sing and hum George Benson's Nothing's Gonna Change My Love for You. I heard Donald's voice nearby, so I followed it.

"If the road ahead is not so easy, our love will lead the way for us like a guiding star. I'll be there if you should need me. You don't have to change a thing. I love you just the way you a-" my head tilted at the sight of Donald kissing the cheek of an infant child.

"Yeah, she looks a lot like my baby brother. I said that last time," Donald chuckled and my eyebrow rose.

Donald spotted me at the entrance of the room, then nervously shifted his eyes away from me and to the woman. He whispered something to her, then handed the infant to the woman—a woman I'd never seen in my entire life. Now, I'm not the one to jump to conclusions, but something about this doesn't seem right. Donald hurriedly stood up.

"Hey, babe," he finally greeted me, whipping his clammy hands onto his pants.

"Hello," my tone came out as if this was Donald and I'd first time meeting. "I didn't know you'd have company. I probably wouldn't have entered singing," I chuckled, feeling my heart sink. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. "So... Are you going to introduce us to one another?"

"Oh..." He nervously scratched between his braids and turned his neck to the woman. "Melissa, this is Tia. Tia-" he gestured to the woman, "Melissa."

"Nice to meet you," Melissa smiled.

I forced a smile, "you too." Then my eyes Mets Donald's shifty ones. "Cut the bullshit, DeVanté. What is this?" I folded my arms, putting all of my weight into my right leg.

"Tia, I-" he folded his lips into his mouth as his head fell down in total shame. Then he looked at me. "I didn't want you to find out like this, but- but shit happens. This is my daughter, Aria. Melissa is her mother."

I nodded at him, "how old is the baby?"

I don't even know why I'm asking because that's clearly a newborn baby by its size. Especially considering the freshly un-pregnant belly she has. That's a fresh out of the womb baby and Donald and I've been together for eleven months. It takes a baby two to three weeks after conception for a woman to officially become pregnant. A baby typically takes nine months to carry.

"Aria... Well, she- she's a preemie," Melissa smiled at Tia.

"How much earlier did you have her?" I asked the woman, squinting.

"Aria will be three weeks old in two more days. She was just born a week early," DeVanté replied. "Tia, I swear I was going to tell you. I just needed time. I needed to wait until the right time to tell you."