Trigga (Trey Songz Love Story)

Chapter 12

I woke up the next morning holding Brook in my arm and her laying on my bare chest. "Shit!" I whispered.

I looked over at my phone to see about five text from Mila and a couple calls.

I picked up the phone and called back.

MILA: Where are you?

ME: I sent the night in the studio, what's up?

MILA: Nothing just checking on you.

ME: Ok, I'll see you when I get home.

I hung up the phone and laid there with Brook until she woke up

"You need to get home to your wife... We can just pretend this didn't happen."

BROOK'S POV

As I traced his abs.

"Yea." He said exhaling deeply after kissing my forehead.

He stood up and began to put on his clothes. When he was done and had left I let out a shiver and a moan.... I was falling back in love with this man.

Shaking the thoughts off, I got up and went to take a bath and got dressed.

TREY'S POV

"Mila, you can't keep her daughter away from her! Marilyn came out of her womb, and you can't stop her if she wants to see her child, or speak the the child's father!"

"You don't get it! She left and played dead and risked everything!"

"You just think I'm sleeping with her! And this whole conversation just goes to show you don't give a DAMN ABOUT THIS FAMILY! You just basically said you wouldn't risk death for you fuckin family Mil! What type of shit is that to say? But you want to protect Marilyn! That's why Brook "played" dead. Fuck outta here with that Mila!" I yelled.

Mila began to flinch and the rage turned into guilt.

"I'm sorry Mil." I said pulling her into my arms.

"No, I'm ok, this is my fault." She said.

"No it's not your fault Mila, we're going to work through this.. Together." I said holding her close.

About a hour later I drove to her parents house to get the kids. When I got them in their car seats. Marilynn spoke "Papá, ¿por qué tengo dos mamás?" (Daddy, why do I have two mommies?")

I was able to put what she said together because I knew a few of the words.

"Sometimes people have two mommies, some every have two papás." I replied looking for ongoing traffic as I drove.

"Bueno, cuando-" I cut her off.

"Speak English baby girl." I chuckled.

"Well, when can I go to her?" She asked.

I chuckled to myself because she had the intelligence of Brook and everything.