Fantasies 2

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Reed.

It's been another two weeks and I am finally back on Chicago soil. My mom had met me at the airport since Darius is out handling business. I didn't tell him I was coming back today though either, because I want tosurprise him. After unpacking and putting my things up in the house, I figured I'd come check up on Nivea. It's been some crazy shit going on while I was away and Nivea has only told me so much. Today though, I hope she tells me everything.

I pull up to her apartment complex, parking beside her car. I then cut the engine and get out, locking it once I close the door. It's a nice quiet neighborhood Nivea picked to live in. It seems like everything is around and close to reach. I travel up the steps and knock on the door.

Nivea opens it as she argues on the phone with whomever, Malaya in her crib sleeping peacefully. I'm surprised she can sleep with Nivea's big mouth. I take a seat on the couch, drinking my fiber shake. Nivea steady pacing the floor and cursing I'm guessing Rasheed out.

"Sheed I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck!" She exclaims.

"Where the fuck are you at anyway? You daughter needs formula and diapers." I shake my head, closing the top of my bottle as I listen to her go on.

"Yea I was breast feeding at first but because your wife is stressing me the hell out, I can't produce milk mothafucka! And your ass would still have to get diapers, either way nigga." She explains.

"Don't you have money?" He argues.

"That's not the fucking point Rasheed! Yes I have money, but Malaya is your responsibility too! Im not suppose to be spending all this money on things we should already have for her. It takes two to make a baby and if I knew where the fuck you were right now, I would of been served those got damn child support papers g. You really fucking trying me!" Nivea laughs and claps.

"I want a DNA test b, before I start paying for anything." Sheed states calmly.

"Is this nigga serious? I know you not serious. What that man of a wife of yours is brainwashing you? You know Malaya is yours." We hear a woman's voice in the background.

"Who is that, that bitch?" Nivea questions.

"Who are you calling a bitch, hoe!" The woman scorns over the phone.

"You, you man looking ass bitch. What you mad because your man looking ass can't have his baby. That's what it is you're mad. Mad ass hoe!" Nivea laughs, shaking her head. The woman hangs up the phone and I shake my head, straight facing Nivea as she laughs and claps her hands.

"She mad as shit." Nivea laughs, stopping her action and clears her throat.

"What?" She questions.

"You know that wasn't right." I inform her.

"How? She coming at me talking about I'm a hoe, so she's a man." She shrugs.

"I'm not talking about that. What you said to her about not being able to have his baby Nivea. Yea be mad at her but that was a low blow Niv." I tell her, shaking my head. She sighs and nods, rubbing up and down her thighs.

"You have a point. Not to mention you're sitting next to me, my fault." She says.

"I mean I'm fine, but I know how it felt to be told that. My point is though, you shouldn't stoop to her level period and she needs to minds her business and be mad with her husband. Not you. It's obvious his ass is in New York with her and you need to do what you can for Malaya. His wife is not important." Nivea nods and sighs, shaking her head.

"You right. I shouldn't even be stooping to her level. I have my baby to worry about, work to do and it's time I worry about Malaya and myself."

"If you want help with expenses, I can help." I tell her.