Omniscient pov
Nicki sighed, leaning back in her chair as she watched Sasha and Yoncé square up over some d*mn syrup.
"It's not that deep, Sash," Yoncé said, licking the last of the syrup off her fingers. "Relax before you pop a blood vessel."
Sasha's jaw tightened. "You're a grown a** woman, and you can't clean up after yourself?"
Yoncé smirked. "I don't need to. That's what Giselle is for."
Giselle gasped, clutching her chest like she was personally offended. "I am not a maid! I am a loving girlfriend who enjoys acts of service!"
Sasha pinched the bridge of her nose. "Jesus Christ, I need a drink."
"At 9 AM?" Nicki said.
Sasha shot her a look. "You deal with you people sober and see how long you last."
Nicki just laughed, but then she noticed something. Sasha was still wearing her suit.
Black-on-black. Tailored perfectly. Not a single wrinkle.
Nicki's smile faded. "You go somewhere this morning?"
Sasha's expression didn't change, but Nicki saw the flicker of something behind her eyes.
Yoncé noticed it too. "Ohhh, she did go somewhere," she teased. "What, had to 'take care of business'?"
Bumble Bee, who had been quietly munching on pancakes, suddenly perked up. "Did you hurt someone, Sash?"
The room went silent.
Sasha sighed. "Bee, eat your food."
Bumble Bee pouted. "But I wanna know!"
Giselle looked nervous. "Sasha, you said you wouldn't-"
"I handle things," Sasha said sharply, eyes cutting to Giselle. "And you don't ask questions."
Nicki frowned. "Handle what, exactly?"
Sasha's stare was unreadable. "Nothing you need to worry about."
Nicki wasn't buying it. "You out here killing people before breakfast?"
Sasha didn't answer.
Which meant yes.
Nicki exhaled. "You're insane."
Sasha smirked. "And yet, you're still here."
Yoncé whistled. "Oop. She got you there, baby."
Nicki ignored her. "Sasha, I don't need you out here catching bodies on my behalf."
Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Who said it was for you?"
Nicki stared at her.
Sasha stared back.
Giselle was nervously biting her nails. Yoncé looked entertained. Bumble Bee was still pouting.
Finally, Sasha sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Listen," she said, tone softer. "I take care of all of us. It's just what I do."
Nicki knew that was the closest she'd get to an explanation.
"...Is there gonna be blood on my rug again?"
Sasha smirked. "Not this time."
Nicki groaned, rubbing her temples. "I swear, I need a d*mn vacation from y'all."
Yoncé grinned, throwing an arm around her. "Oh, baby, but then who would keep you entertained?"
Nicki side-eyed her. "You mean stressed?"
Giselle wrapped her arms around Nicki's waist from behind. "But you love us," she cooed.
Bumble Bee nodded, hugging Nicki's arm. "Yeah! And we love you."
Nicki sighed dramatically but couldn't fight the smile creeping onto her lips. "Yeah, yeah. Y'all lucky I do."
Sasha smirked. "D*mn right."
Next day
It started with a simple conversation.
Nicki had been thinking about it for months, maybe even years. The idea of having a little version of herself—someone to love, to raise, to spoil—had been on her mind constantly.
So she brought it up one night, curled up on the couch with Sasha.
"I think I want a baby."
Sasha barely blinked. "No."
Nicki frowned. "D*mn, no discussion?"
Sasha sighed, rubbing her temples. "Nicki, we don't live normal lives. This isn't the right time."
Nicki narrowed her eyes. "And when is the right time?"
Sasha's jaw tightened. "Not now."
That was the end of the conversation.
Or at least, Sasha thought it was.
Nicki knew one thing for sure—Giselle could never tell her no.
So that night, she pulled Giselle into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
"Gigi," she murmured, trailing her fingers down Giselle's arm.
Giselle shivered under her touch. "Yes, baby?"
Nicki smirked. "I need you to do something for me."
Giselle nodded immediately. "Anything."
Nicki leaned in, lips brushing against her ear. "Get me pregnant."
Giselle's breath hitched. "Nicki..."
Nicki pulled back just enough to see her face. "You don't wanna?"
Giselle swallowed hard. "It's not that... it's just... what about Sasha?"
Nicki smiled, cupping Giselle's face. "Let me worry about Sasha."
Giselle hesitated for half a second—then nodded.
She was wrapped around Nicki's finger. Just like Nicki knew she'd be.
A few weeks later, Nicki sat on the bathroom counter, staring down at the pregnancy test in her hands.
Positive.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
She was really pregnant.
The first person she told was Giselle.
Giselle cried—happy tears, hugging Nicki so tightly she almost couldn't breathe.
The second person she told was Yoncé.
Yoncé grinned like the devil, pressing a hand to Nicki's stomach. "D*mn, I always knew you was a little fertile myrtle."
Nicki rolled her eyes, but she let Yoncé rub her belly anyway.
Then she made them both swear to keep it a secret.
"Bee will snitch," Nicki warned. "And if Sasha finds out..."
Yoncé raised an eyebrow. "You scared?"
Nicki scoffed. "No. I just don't feel like dealing with her mouth."
Yoncé smirked. "Oh, baby... she gon' find out eventually."
Nicki knew that.
She just hoped it wouldn't be anytime soon.
