I called my mom since I haven't spoken to her since. She asked about Dee and I told her about the way Neisha decided to take it. She begged me to let her speak to Neisha and I let her. Minutes after Neisha had a face full of tears. I smiled a little and pulled her into a hug as she put the cordless phone down.
"Trey. .....I'm so sorry." She cried and hugged me close. I kissed her forehead and smiled. "its okay Baby." Dee started crying and Neisha's eyes widened. She slowly got up and ran to go take care of Dezire.
Awhile after I went to check on them to see Dee stretched over Neisha's chest as she slowly fell asleep. All Dee wanted was a mommy to hold her and hush her and not her daddy. She finally got what she wanted and deserved. I smiled seeing Neisha sing to Dee as she closer her eyes and rested her small head on Neisha's chest. Its crazy how my mother's words can change so much.
I watched Neisha lift Dee into her arms and carry her to her crib. Dee had a small smile on her face and I can't help but know that her small smile brightens up my face. Dee is my life. When I looked up Neisha was heading towards me so I backed up and waited for her outside. She waddled over and I rubbed her swollen stomach. "Neisha I thought...." Tears rolled down her eyes.
"Trey I thought I hated her. Dee's so innocent and she needs a female role model in her life. I felt so disguisted by her and so horrible but then your mother told me that maybe this was one of the children I lost and I had to take care of her. She's so little." Neisha wiped her eyes and chuckled sadly. "She reminds me of what I wanted Tiana to be."
I looked up to Neisha nervously. "I didn't know you felt that way." I smiled and kissed her lips. My hand found its way to her stomach and I rubbed it slowly. I missed holding her at night. She never used to want to sleep in the room with Dee and I. I kissed her cheek once more leading her to the couch so we could watch TV.
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Miracle Baby (Trey Songz Love Story)
FanfictionI watched the other mother's hold their children and play with them. They didn't know my struggles but I did. I wanted children so badly. I couldn't ask for anything more. Work #8