Picking The Pieces Back Up (IAFD Sequel)

The Obsession

Darai's POV:

"Drew, don't bounce Deion like that... Remember the last time you did that?" I scolded him. 

He thought it'd be a good idea to bounce Deion even though I had just fed him. The last time he did that, Deion spit up and some of it went into his nose. I had never laughed so hard in my entire life. 

"Let me play with my son. Besides, he loves me too much to spit up on me again. Isn't that right D?" He cuddled and kissed Deion on the forehead. 

I laughed as I looked down at Damisi. She was fighting sleep while trying to eat. It was a funny sight to see. 

Drew and I had decided it'd be best if I breastfed the twins. It's much safer and less expensive, even though that's not a worry for us. The only issue is, that these kids literally are so greedy. Damisi and Deion eat so much and never let go. They make it hard to put on a bra, because my nipples are so sore.

"I can't believe they're already 3 months old." Drew mumbled, rocking Deion for his afternoon nap.

"I know. They're so chunky and fat. These babies remind me of little tootsie rolls." I laughed to myself. 

Drew laughed with me. "They both look exactly like you. It's like I didn't contribute to the conception at all. They only have my eyes." 

He was right. Deion and Damisi looked like me, but they had Drew's bright eyes. If people didn't know any better, they'd say I had artificially inseminated. But, nope. I did the deed with my husband and made my little babies.

Even though I gave birth 3 months ago, I was still healing. Pushing Deion out wasn't that bad but Damisi? This girl really wasn't playing with me. I thankfully didn't rip, but I am still in pain down there. Those children obviously have their fathers head, because pushing their heads out was a hard task.

"Babe... You excited to go back to work?" I asked him. Damisi and Deion were now asleep and in both of our arms.

"No. I want to stay here with you and the kids. I'm going to try and work in my home office as much as possible. I think I'm starting to have separation anxiety." He told me. 

"Baby, you'll be fine. We'll always be here waiting for you." I smiled at him. 

"Not the same. I want to be there for every single thing they do. Besides, I dont even have a new assistant." He sighed, grabbing onto his hair. 

Ever since Drew fired Juliet, she's been calling and showing up to our house nonstop. She even came by at 4 in the morning. She keeps begging for her job back, and the answer is always no. Drew is thinking about putting a restraining order against her if she doesn't stop harassing us. 

"Baby, you'll find one!" I tried to encourage him.

"I don't know why you won't be my assistant... You would be perfect for the job baby."

"I told you I'd think about it. I'm not sure what I want to do yet."

He has been pushing this assistant thing. I would love to do it, but at the same time, I don't really want to. Not right now at least. I still wanted to go to school and become a teacher. I can just see myself working with children. Or working for social services. If I can help one child get out a bad home environment, then I would. I dont want people to end up like me. Broken and in therapy.

"Okay, baby. You think about it. Come on. Let's let our children take their nap, while we go and make some lunch." He got up, and held out his hand for me. I got up and took it, leading the way out of our room.

Juliet's POV:

I was sitting in my kitchen with a bottle of red wine in my manicured hand. There was soft classical music playing in the background. I was staring at my phone's screensaver. It was a picture of my boss, well ex boss. His name was Drew Harrison. He fired me three months ago because of his stupid bitch wife. He claims I was "causing problems in his personal life". I was doing no such thing. I was only trying to help the man become close with his parents again. It's that stupid bitch wife of his that made him lose contact with his parents. It's sickening! Then he gets angry at me when I offer to get his bitch wife some fucking mental help for her crazy suicidal ass?! The nerve!

I was so lost in thought, that I didn't even realize I was squeezing my wine glass so hard. It ended up shattering in my hands. My blood mixing in with the wine and glass. I was becoming angrier. Why did Drew marry that bitch?! Why would he do that? I thought him and I would be together. I thought he was interested in me! He lead me on and then fired me over some black bitch!

"Fuck!" I yelped as I saw the damage I caused. I don't understand why Drew had such an affect on me. But, at the same time, I did.  

I was in love with Drew. I was in love with him ever since the first day I met him. He worked under his father, while I was just an intern. He would always talk to me and take me to lunch. We even went out on a couple of dates. He was so nice to me. He hugged me, and would release some stress by telling me what was making him upset. Drew always flirted with me. The winks  the smirks. I knew he wanted me and I felt the same exact way. Drew even almost kissed me once! I thought he loved me, until he didn't show up for two weeks and came back with a wedding band. Everyone in the office had told me he got married to some black girl, and gotten her fucking pregnant. I was furious and heartbroken. Drew basically cheated on me! I thought we were together. I thought I was his girlfriend. No, he didnt ask me, but I was already claiming him!

"Shit! God!" I screamed. I threw my phone against the wall and got up from my seat. I was pissed off. That bitch did not deserve Drew. Or to have his last name, nor his children. Not even a child! Children! I was angry because everything that I wanted, she took. I wanted Drew. I wanted his last name, I wanted to have his children, but no. She stole him from me. She stole my life. The life I was waiting for. I wanted him to propose to me in front of everyone. I wanted him to marry me in a palace. I wanted Drew to take my body in a beautiful hotel room in London.

I had tried getting my job back on many occasions. I needed that job so I can pay my bills and be able to see Drew all the time. It wasn't fair that I had all of that taken away from me. Only because of that stupid bitch wife of his. She took my man and the kids I was supposed to have with him. THEN she took my fucking job.

I walked into the bathroom to clean up my hand. Out of nowhere, my vision got blurry. Great, I was crying. I put my head down as I wrapped my bruised hand. I looked into the mirror. My hair was disheveled and my eyes were bloodshot red. I looked deadly. I didn't deserve to be unhappy. I didn't deserve to be alone. I deserved Drew Harrison, and that's who I was going to get. 

I stormed out of the bathroom, and grabbed my car keys. I was heading out to go pay the Harrison's home a visit once more. I had a plan. A beautiful one at that. I was an only child, so I am used to getting what I wanted. I wanted Drew, and I was for damn sure going to get him.

"I deserve him. I deserve to be happy with Drew. He is mine. I will have him one way or another."  I said as I started my car, speeding down the road. 

Darai Kempa, you're in for a rude awakening.

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SORRY IM SO LATE WITH THIS UPDATE. BUT HERE IT IS!!!!

I KNOW IT SUCKS A LITTLE BUT THATS OKAY

ISNT JULIET A BITCH?! LIKE TELL HER TO SQUARE UP!

welp, thats all for today!

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Dei😘

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