Stevie awoke to the smell of bacon. Rays of sunlight danced around the room. Some bouncing and some being absorbed by the furniture, like water being poured onto a hot summer sidewalk.
She looked down to find Bianca playing with her baby doll, Sophie. Treating her like she was her own little baby. While rocking Sophie, Bianca placed a bottle in the baby's mouth. Stevie couldn't help but chuckle.
She heard what sounded like Lindsey's voice coming from her closed bedroom. She slowly got up and made her way past her daughter, who was still holding the small baby. She ran her fingers underneath her eyes to remove any left over makeup and smoothed down her hair.
"Frankly, I don't care." Lindsey said whispering but trying to assert some dominance.
"We've been together for years now," Stevie heard, coming from a woman, "and you're not going to leave me just because that whore needs help taking care of that whore child!"
"She has done it for a year by herself. She didn't ask me to come into her life and help her, I offered. And she shouldn't have to ask me!"
"Why's that?" Stevie could hear the smirk on her face. She was just waiting for an answer that she could trump with her reasoning.
"Because, it's my child too." Stevie didn't think he would do this. She jiggled the door handle. Locked. Lindsey rushed over to unlock it. As soon as he did. Stevie wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped into a kiss.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"So it's your kid, too?" The woman said. Stevie looked over to see Carol Harris.
"You're right." Stevie replied, "It's his whore child too." Stevie got in Carol's face. Her tone changed from sarcastic to life threatening, "Listen up because I'm only gonna say this once. You can say all you want about me. But when you bring my daughter, my family, into it, shit's gonna get ugly."
Carol pushed back to Stevie, matching her tone and body language. "And what family is that, Ms. Nicks?"
"I've got Lindsey," she said reaching behind herself for his hand, "and that's more than you've got at the moment, Harris. Now leave, skank. Or I'll send my... What was it? Oh yeah... Whore daughter on you!"
