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P-8

Rita POV

I walked into the store with little Chris on my arm. He tried to run but I grabbed his collar.

"Little boy, stay with me." I said. I grabbed cart and started to push it towards the aisle with all the cereals and shit. "What you want little boy?"

"Mommy, I want that." he pointed to a new cereal.

"No, you never had it and if you don't like I'mma kick ya ass."

"But I want it Mommy."

"Chris." I warned. He gripped on the side of the cart tighter.

"Mommy, that lady is staring at me." he said. I looked up and saw Karrueche. She was staring at us.

"Ignore her." I said. I grabbed a couple boxes of cereal and then some more because I knew that Chris's friends were coming over soon and they eat up every damn thing in the house. I pushed the cart down the aisle. I was about to turn when the cart someone in the back. I looked up. It was Karrueche. I stared at her.

"Watch where you're going bitch." she mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"What you mad?"

"Why would I be mad? I moved on. I don't know about Chris."

"Are you sure because it seems like you are the one still single while I'm pregnant again." She smirked.

"Maybe I'm not single."

"I really don't care. But could you leave my family alone."
"This should be my family. But no, Chris wanted to cheat."

"Not my problem."

"I hope he cheats on you."

"Not a great thing to hope. But whatever floats your boat. Now please excuse me and my son. We gotta go." I moved past her. Chris looked up at me.

"Mommy, you knew her?"
"Yeah, that was Daddy's old girlfriend."
"Oh, because I saw Daddy talking to her before." I looked down at him.

"What?"

"Daddy took me to the award show with him and they were talking."

"Are you sure it was her?"

"Yeah."

"You positive?"

"Yes mommy." I shook my head to keep the tears from falling. I grabbed a couple more things and then walked to the counter and paid for the groceries. I put the things in the car and put Chris inside. I stood outside the car and called Chris.

"Hello?" he asked. I listened to background. There was music playing loudly. I could tell it was Might Not by Belly ft The Weeknd.

"Chris, where are you?"

"I'm at Shoe City with Ro and Kayla. Why?"

"I wanted to talk to you."
"Oh, bout what?"

"I'll talk to you when you get home."
"Alright, you want anything while I'm here?" he asked. I brushed my hair behind my ear.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." I said.

"Alright, love you."
"Yeah, same." I hung up the phone and then got in the car. I looked at Chris in the rearview mirror. "Want Sonic?"

"Yesssss!"

"Alright." I drove to Sonic and went through the drive through and got him some chicken tenders. Then I ordered a milkshake and drove home. When I walked inside, Red and Mijo were sitting in the living room. "Can y'all get the groceries out the car please?"

"Do I look like a servant?" Red asked.

"She's pregnant nigga." Mijo said.

"Oh shit. My bad." Red said. They grabbed the things and then set it on the counter.  I started putting things away when Chris came in with Kayla and Ro. They were laughing. I looked up at them and sighed. 

"Chris, help me." I said. He looked at the kids and then walked over to me. "Uh, kids go play with Uncle Mario and Uncle Mijo." 

"I told you to stop calling me by my real name around the kids." Kid said. 

"I'm not calling you by your rap slash gang name around my kids Mario." I said. The kids ran off to the living room.

"What's on your mind butterfly?" he asked putting the milk and eggs in the refrigerator.

"So, I heard that you and someone talked during a uh.. award show." He frowned then looked at me confused. 

"I talk to a lot of people during award shows. I mean, if I win awards, I talk to the audience, if I perform I talk to my dan-"

"I mean direct Chris. Someone you talked to off of camera."

 "My dancers?" 

"No, Chris, I'm talking about Karrueche." he frowned. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"little Chris told me that you talked to her during an award show." 

"I never talk to her. The last time I talked to her, you were there."

"The award show was before then."

"I didn't talk to her then. I promise you."   He rubbed his forehead. "I mean, why does it matter? You talk to your exes."
"You see, I don't have feelings towards my exes. I love you." 
"I love you too, Rita. But you are acting like I did something wrong." 

"It sort of is if you had a song with her name in it." he rolled his eyes. 

"I can't believe you're doing this right now." he said. "You told me that it was cool." 

"Yeah, are you sure?" 

"Yes, I'm sure." I scoffed. "You told her yourself." 

"yeah well I was lying Chris." 

"But yet you tell the kids not to lie. Here you are lying. Why does all of this matter any way? Huh? Rita you never cared about her before. You said you never seen her as a threat. What made this change?" 

"She knew about something that I didn't know. Kayla.. she knew about it..."

"You said that if she was my daughter, nothing would change." 

"but yet things did. She's living with us Chris. I love her. I do. But I wasn't expecting all of this."

"Rita," he hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Everything is ok. Everything will stay ok. But we got this. You can handle this. I believe in you. Ok." I nodded as he kissed the top of my head. "Everything always be ok."