Adopted by beyonce

Chapter 39: This Again? (Updated)

## Neveah's POV

### A Visit from Drake

Drake headed over to my house today. I wasn't expecting him, but seeing him on my doorstep was a pleasant surprise.

"Hey, baby girl," he greeted me, but I noticed something alarming.

"Hold up, baby girl? Since when?" I quipped, then gasped, "And why the hell are you bleeding in your stomach? Get inside!"

Once he was inside, I grabbed a wet towel and pressed it against his wound. We sat on the couch, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and confusion.

"Thank you, ma," he said, his voice soft.

"You're welcome," I replied, laying my head on his chest. Somehow, I fell asleep.

### The Next Morning

When I woke up, I found myself still on Drake's chest on the couch. I had to admit, I was falling for him. Not wanting to wake him, I tiptoed upstairs to get ready. I put on my green crop top that said "chill" and my high-waisted jeans. I styled my hair in two side cornrows and slipped on my 11s. For Faith, I chose a yellow belly top and matching high-waisted shorts with her black Uggs. Aubrey got a black shirt, black jeans, and his 13s.

When I went back downstairs, Drake was awake.

"Ma, I don't have any clothes, so I should—"

"I, um, still have some of August's clothes here. If you don't mind, you could wear them," I suggested.

"Thanks, ma," he said, giving me a hug before walking out.

### Drake's POV

I'm legit falling for Neveah. It's not just her looks; it's her personality. She's the baddest bitch I've ever been with.

### Neveah's POV

Today, I'm taking the kids to Kayla's house so Blue and I can hang out.

### At the Mall

Blue and I arrived at the mall, ready for some retail therapy. We were having a great time until we bumped into Mom again.

"Blue, keep your cool," I warned.

"I ain't got time to waste my breath on lames," Blue retorted.

"Well, when I press charges against your ass for that drink you threw at me, you won't say shit," Mom shot back.

"I will beat your—" Blue started, but I cut her off.

"No, Mom and Blue, stop. Mom, why would you press charges? She has the money anyway," I reasoned.

"I'm pressing charges because she attacked me, and plus, I'm famous. I love you, Neveah. See you later," Mom said.

"Love you too," I muttered under my breath.

I could tell Blue was fuming because as soon as we got in the car, she started spazzing out on me.

"Why the fuck didn't you stand up for me!" she yelled.

"What did you want me to do, Blue? I can't always be there for you. You need to be more independent," I said, trying to stay calm.

"You're my older sister, Neveah! Why would you just stand there like a gwo gaga?" Blue snapped.

"Listen, Blue, I know you got some Haitian descent, but whatever the hell you said, I'm Puerto Rican and Trinidadian, so I don't understand," I replied, exasperated.

"I called you a big retard, okay?" Blue spat.

We reached home just in time to avoid a full-blown argument. Blue's attitude and the constant drama with Mom were getting on my nerves.

### Back Home

"Hey, Drake, thanks for picking up the kids. You didn't have to," I said, trying to shift my focus.

"Just out of generosity," he replied with a smile.

"Weren't you supposed to be home today?" I asked.

"I don't have anywhere to go, but I'll leave," he said, sounding a bit dejected.

"No, it's fine. You can stay for as long as you need," I assured him.

"Thanks, ma," he said, visibly relieved.

"No problem," I replied, feeling a strange sense of comfort with him around.

### Reflection

As I sat down later that evening, I couldn't help but reflect on everything happening. Drake was becoming a significant part of my life, and despite the chaos with Blue and Mom, he brought a sense of stability. I was falling for him, and it scared me because I didn't want to get hurt again. But for now, I was willing to take the risk.

Life was messy, but as long as I had my kids and my sister, I knew I could handle anything. And with Drake by my side, maybe, just maybe, things would get better.