After The Storm

{Fifty-four}; Flight

Warning// Hold on to your edges tight ladies! They will be snatched the fuck off this chapter. If you have asthma make sure your inhaler is near. I'm dropping bombs better than North Korea this chapter, prepare yourself sweetheart. Enjoy.

Aleyah D. Vasquez//

1 week later.

I was walking around the house rocking both of the twins while making mental notes on what I needed to straighten up when I got the twins settled. Since Lamar found out Lina was pregnant the nigga turned into Houdini. He would show his ass when he pleased, but I was about fed up. He already pissed me off with the way he talked to MY child, but that's okay because I got something for that ass.

What's really been annoying though is that he hasn't really been here to help me with the twins or Lyla. She's been talking to me, but every time he shows his ace it's like she gets mad all over again. I've been taking her to see Lina because it seems like that's all she wants to do. I wanted to keep her as happy as possible. The way I seen her about to spazz on Lamar, I do not need to go through that again.

I pushed all my thoughts to the back of my head and noticed the twins were sleeping. I started walking towards the nursery and one started crying which led to the other. I rolled my eyes and just went to my room so I could grab my phone and call the father of my children.

I laid the twins down on my bed and grabbed my phone to call Lamar. It rung once before he declined my call, so I called again, same thing, I called again and he answered.

"Stop fucki-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Get your ass to this house and help me with the damn twins! I don't give a fuck about what you doing, where you at, and who you with! Get your goofy ass to this fucking house and do your damn job as a father!" I yelled into the phone so loud the twins stopped crying.

"I'm on my way." I hung up and almost threw my phone so damn hard. He was so irritating. He oh so pressed about me having an unknown miscarriage and Lina getting pregnant like get the fuck over it. This nigga mad annoying. The miscarriage happened years ago, literally I was young and in high school he can't blame me for not saying shit to him; and as far as Lina being pregnant he needs to get over that as well.

I walked over to the mini fridge that was in my room and grabbed a sealed bag of breast milk and put it in two bottles before putting them in the bottle warmers. Lamar better hurry the fuck up.

1 hour later

I was leaving the nursery after getting both the twins down and Lamar stopped in his tracks.

"Looks like you got it sweetheart."

"Mm, yeah." I said while turning on my heels and walking back to our room. He was following right behind me and I had some words for him.