Teachers Love

13

September 23rd

Pensacola, FL

Onika "Nicki" Maraj

"Mommy! Can I have some ice cream?"

After we came from Na's, we went to go get Chapo then we came to my house and have been here just relaxing.

"Ask your dad Dia."

"I did. He said ask you."

"Meek! I'm doing something!"

"I'm coming!"

My phone started ringing and I answered.

"Hello?"

"Onika! Haven't talked to you all week.", Carol said.

"Some things came up."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. I'm good."

"That's good. How is Meek?"

"He's good. Annoying but good."

"That's good. Tell India I love her and I'll talk to you later."

"I will. Love you!"

"Love you too Nika."

I hung up and threw my phone on the couch then heard Meek coming down the stairs. He was holding Maria while she was sleep on his shoulder.

"You should've told me that she was sleep on you."

"I got it. Get her though."

I took her from him and put her on my lap.

"You never told me how the results went."

"How you know I had a test?"

"You were talking about it on the ride to that house. You not slick."

"I did get the test done that day. I wasn't expecting to get the answer."

I saw him clench his jaw and ball his fist up so I carefully laid Maria down and went in the kitchen then wrapped my arms around him and laid my head down on his back.

"How could she do that to me? All 9 months I was happy that I was going to get my first kid by the girl that I loved so much but 7 years later I find out she's not even mine. Some fucked up shit."

"As long as you're still taking care of her is all that matters. She's lucky to have you Meek and so is India."

He turned around to look at me then pulled me closer to me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Meek leaned in to kiss me but then India started yelling.

"Daddy! Mommy! I want my ice cream!"

"Listen here little girl.", I said.

"Go to the living room and do something. You're not about to be mean to my child."

"That's her problem now. She's spoiled, hardheaded, stubborn, and likes to lie. A lot. You know she lied to me about not having homework? Not once but three times."

"Did she make it up?"

"Yes."

"Okay then. That's all that matters. Now get out."

"Dude. This my house. My kitchen. I should be telling you to get out."

"But you're not because you love me too much."