Babydoll//t.w (Part II)

21.home

⬛️🔻🔻home

-Nikki POV

I groan driving back to Derek's new house and knock gently. I have been crying to journeys greatest hits the entire drive. I change it to Tame Impala and knock on the door. Peter opens it after the first and shushes me signaling somehow Derek got Erica to sleep. I see both of them and my heart skips a beat waking the both of them. He's been crying but she looks so happy.

"You ready to go to grammas?" I scoop her up and sit two seats away from Derek so I don't lean into him instinctually.

"No! I wanna stay with daddy for the weekend!" She demands and I feared this would happen.

"Are you sure? Mommy can't fit in the house, it's too small." I lie knowing damn well she was seeing past my bullshit.

"Yes, and if there isn't any room. We can open more doors." She's so happy.

"Let me talk to daddy quickly." A lump in my throat forms.

We step outside into the backyard and I go to slap him as soon as the slider suctions.

"Before you say anything, this is semi your fault for telling the story of the ring." He stops my wrist inches from his cheek.

"I admit I was wrong for that but Derek, why? As soon as we become coparents, we are going to end up having another kid." I shake my head jingling my keys, I all but told him how weak I am to him.

"She wants to stay with me just for the night, please don't deprive our daughter of time with her father. I can and will use my methods of persuasion, that work pretty damn well." He leans down so his lips are tickling the nape of my neck and brushing lightly against the shell of my ear.

"Deal." I tremble trying not to cum, it's been external vibrators at night and kegels during the day.

We enter the house and she looks to me pouting.

"Fine! You win this time my queen." I curtsie and bow at her feet making her smile.

Isaac gets the bags from the car and sets them in the guest room.

"Come on, I'll run you a bath, then we can watch TV." I thank Isaac for showing us around.

She jumps down telling him to go away and sticks her tongue out. Isaac howls with laughter on the floor saying I should listen to the sass master, he nicknamed her. She runs making me follow her until we arrive at a kids bathroom, well appears to be. After a nice bath, I get her dressed and we talk about the park.

"I'm gonna shower quickly and then we can continue this." I grin and find all my favorite soaps stocked higher up.

She watches cartoons before we read at bedtime to balance. I aspire to have some of her childhood unplugged where she comes home from running around the woods. The shower is nice and I get out changing into a nightgown. I usually sleep in this at my mother's, but I didn't account for the housing change while packing. I exit the bathroom and crawl into bed pulling her in my arms. I turn off the TV and sigh looking at the ceiling. The room was warmly illuminated by paper lanterns everywhere.

"Mommy?"

"Yes munchkin." I kiss her roots once we get comfy.

"Do you still love daddy?"

My breath hitches in my throat knowing he can hear.

"Yes." I swallow remembering all the emotions I felt with him.

"Tell me what you love about him, what you miss."

"I am madly in love with your Viking, barbaric, sweet, yet godlike father. He makes me happy. The ring was his grandmothers, he always wanted to give it to his one true love. I never thought I could be worthy of love after that woman tried to destroy me. When I was sad, he made me laugh. When I was lonely, he was company. Your stupid, egotistical daddy kept me alive. I believed in myself because he loved me. Real love isn't like the movies, there's so much reality that you have to accept to genuinely appreciate its rawness. The authenticity. He was one of the few who allowed me to just be, he showed me it was ok to be scarred from the world and never made me feel ugly for the horrors survived. I pray everyday that I extended him that grace in my self absorbed youth. Even though we aren't together physically, in soul and spirit, we are bonded as one. " I fall asleep monologging.