Ariana and Ricky are a young couple who have a 12 year old daughter named Aviana and a 2 month old baby boy Wilder. The real plot here is, is Aviana really Ricky's daughter? Did Ariana lie to Ricky?
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Ariana's pov I wake up to banging on my house door.
I look over at my kids who are still sleeping. Please God let them stay asleep. I don't want them to worry about anything.
Who the fuck is at my door at 3:00 am?
I grab Ricky's baseball bat, just in case security decided to let some creep in.
I mean I don't pay them all this money to slack off. We live in a gated community, it's not that easy to get in here.
I make my way downstairs. Jesus, where's your husband when you need him right?
I go to the security system and check who's at the front door.
Clicking on the camera my husband appears on the screen. My drunk husband shall I add.
I sigh and drop the bat.
This fucking dumbass really went out to get drunk? I didn't treat him that bad, honestly. He's such a drama queen.
Rolling my eyes I open the door.
"What the fuck Richard?!" I hiss as he stumbles in our home.
He smiles at me.
"Hey baby. God damn you look so fucking hot!" He howls making me cover his mouth with my hand.
"Shut up, our kids are sleeping." I scold.
I shiver from the coldness in the house. I'm still wearing my nursing bra and leggings. My tan round stomach on show.
He laughs tilting his head back.
"What? Why are they sleeping? We should go wake them up and have a party." He slurs making his way up the stairs. His grip on the railing stronger than ever.
Even though I'm heavily pregnant my fat ass can still manage to beat a drunk person at speed walking.
"Don't you dare open that door!" I whisper yell standing in front of my intoxicated husband.
We are now centimeters away from our bedroom.
Ricky smiles and places his hands on my hips as his tall figure towers over me.
"Why are you such a party pooper?" He whines into my ear.
