Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

Up All Night

I could hear my child coo as I reentered the room. I reach down into the crib to pick her up and rubbed her back as she settled into my arms. Big hazel brown eyes and sweet soft pink lips, just like her daddy's. I rocked her softly as I sang but I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching my every move. I've been having that feeling for a while so I dismissed it as me just being paranoid.

I walked across the room and sat in the rocking chair. I ran a light hand over all the the dark brown curls, and her sweet caramel skin. There was no denying whose baby she was, but there was no questioning it either. I laughed at she played with my finger, admiring the soft pink polish.

Suddenly, she stopped and the room grew cooler. Her body stopped moving in my arms and she had a glassy look in her eyes. I saw the reflection of something in her iris and looked up at the cloaked figure. The free bone hand reached out while the other clutched the scythe the figure was known for having. I held my baby close to me, keeping her warm hoping that my heat would keep her safe. I could feel her heartbeat fading away.

"Please, let me keep her. Please?" I begged through my tears and it opened it's hand to take her. "No, no! You can't have my baby!" I screamed but a hand had already clasped around her and within the blink of an eye, she was in his arms happily cooing and playing like before. It turned and began to walk away but I chased after it. Every step becoming harder to take, until I finally collapsed screaming and begging for it to return her to me.

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I awoke with a start when I heard the bedroom door shut and someone call out to me.

"Onika?" a voice asked but it came out as more of a demand. I sat up, the top half of my body exposed to him since I had slept all day. "What is wrong with you, why were you screaming?" he asked me and I looked at him. He stood tall and 6' 5", his hair and beard long, and his entire demeanor screaming 'don't fuck with me or what's mine or I will kill you.'

"Nothin, I was just havin a bad dream that's all." I said and he placed a duffle on our bed as I wiped my face.

"A'ight whatever you say, now count that for me." He said and walked off towards the bathroom.

"Yes papi," I said back and pulled open the zipper. He could have at least asked what my nightmare was about, but then again if I told him, it would just worsen his mood and I didn't need that right now.

I pulled out each bundle and they each held a thousand dollars, luckily this time it wasn't all just sprawled out in a big mess of lone bills. I poured the content of the duffle out onto the bed and began sorting.

I heard the shower start and counted the bundle before placing them with the rest of his money and updating the amount he had here. I guess you're wondering why he doesn't just put it all in the bank, well it would look rather suspicious if he walked in with all that in cash. Too many questions would be asked and I would have to go get him out of prison, again.