A/N: I think y'all be enjoy this chapter💀😭😏. Well the end💀
Onika's POV
Same day
7:46PM
"Quick question." Meek spoke up after I sat my phone down. I looked at him and nodded for him to talk.
"Who's Beyonce and why y'all stay talking and texting and why she stay calling me out my name?" He asked. I looked shocked. I hadn't realized he's been in the room every time I would talk to or text Beyonce. I should have told him about my past, but I just wanted a fresh start and it just didn't seem important enough to tell him that I have an ex wife who's Americas most wanted and head leader of a drug division.
"Oh, she's just someone from my past." I smiled.
"Then why she didn't stay in yo past?" He asked.
"Oh baby." I said as I straddled him. I was not about to go down that road with him.
"Watchchu doin?" He smirked gripping my ass.
"Oh nothing, just sitting on what's mines." I bit his lip and he groaned. Bullet dodged.
"Mommy!" Ashley yelled. I quickly tried to get off of meek but he gripped my waist.
"Stoppp. I gotta go check on her." I whined.
"She fine, why don't chu check up on me? I think I gottah temperature." He said causing me to laugh.
"Everyone has a temperature, now if it's too low or too high, then I might be able to assist you." I smirked getting off his lap. I'm currently a working registered nurse but I'm on vacation for my wedding. I went to check up on Ashely to see her in her tea party outfit, I'm guessing meek helped her out because if she had done it by herself, let's just say she would still be trying to put it on 4 hours later.
"What's wrong babygirl?" I questioned picking her up. She smiled and poked her fingers at my lips. I nibbled on them and she laughed. I laughed along with her and took her back to the room with meek and I.
"Baby your mom called you." He said. I quickly tensed up. I had been avoiding all of my mothers calls for sometime now and for reasons that no one would understand, at least not yet.
"Ok." I struggled.
"How come you neve-
"Why you stay asking questions Rameek damn?" I questioned cutting him off.
"Damn!" Ashely mocked me and I slapped my fingers shut across her mouth.
"Don't day that no more." I said and removed my fingers.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" She yelled excitedly.
"Now you got my daughter cussin'." Meek shook his head taking Ashely away from me repeatedly kissing her cheek as she chuckled loudly.
"Mommy got you saying bad words huh?" He said tickling her. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile.
"Don't tickle her so much she just ate, she can catch a cramp." I said.
"I know what I'm doing. Go call yo mama back or something." He hissed at me.
"Rameek." I said bleakly. He looked at me with a smirk.
"Wassup?" He asked.
"Damn!" Ashely yelled.
"I just don't understand why babies always repeating the bad shit you say out of everything." He said looking at Ashely. I shrugged getting up grabbing my phone in the process.
"Ima bout to go to the store, you want anything to eat while I'm out or need me to pick up anything ?" I asked.
"Nah." He said playing with our daughter. I nodded and grabbed my keys.
"I'll be back." I said.
"Where my kiss?" Meek asked. I mentally huffed and walked over to home pecking him and Ashely on the lips.
"Bye." He said, I'm pretty sure staring at my ass on the way out the door. I walked down the stairs and out the front door as tears began to fill my eyes. Meek has no idea what I've been going through or that I've been crying over five times a week, just goes to show how much he pays attention to me. Although I'd never admit it to anyone out loud, I miss Beyonce and I's relationship. Where it was just the two of us, even though she wasn't very sentimental, she always showed me that she loved me and I just flushed everything we had down the toilet like it never happened.
Driving down the street, my phone began to ring for the fourth time since I've been in the car. I sighed looking at the screen and saw it was my mother calling, once again. I sighed loudly sliding it over to answer it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Nika?!" My mothers voice boomed through the phone.
"Yes mama." I said.
"Are ya ignorin me on purpose?! I been callin' ya ass for a long time. I've been doing you a favor for over a year and ya can't return mi phone calls knowing dat ya be on dat phone like life support?" My mom yelled.
"I'm sorry-
"No. No ya not. Onika ya have disappointed me fa dey last time. You need ta come clean." My mother stressed.
"What no!" I yelled.
"Wha ya mean no? Ya can't keep it a secret no more gyal. She needs ta know." My mom said.
"You don't know Beyonce like I do. She'd literally kill me if she found out and not to mention meek would leave me and Ashely would look down on me when she gets older and begin to understand." I said. My eyes began to form tears in them.
"I don't care. Ya can make da problem den you can solve da problem." My mom said.
"How do you tell someone that their son is still alive and living with your mom?" I questioned.
"Ya better figure it out." My mom said hanging the phone up. I sighed putting my head down on the stirring wheel.
I guess I have some explaining to do.
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A/N: okay so me and the author been thinking about Carter's character because ALOT of y'all got on my case for killing him off. So guess what, he still alive. Ill explain how in the next chapter. Ayeeee!
Another thing. Somethin's been bothering me. I find it mighty funny how most authors are rude as fuck to ppl who reads their stories. They stupid ass must not understand that y'all the ones cloutin' up they book n shit. I stay nice to y'all, right? I mean I make y'all mad because of what happened in the story but it's never because of me personally. I've been reading other ppl shit and they authors note at the end be hella rude. They be like "stop blowin my notifications up, stop askin for updates, stop doing this, stop doing that." Like seriously, if they wasn't blowin ya notifications up then ya ass would have 0 votes and comments😕😑😒🙄🤔Well that's it. 😎Until next time.😚😊💚
