As I walk around the barely decorated venue, I begin to get irritated at the fact that everyone is moving so damn slow. They're acting like this reception is tomorrow and it's hours away. Fours hours away to be exact.

"Y'all please pick up the pace! They're paying us good money to have this prefect." I say as I struggle to catch my breath.

My employees nod their heads and continue to move quicker than before as I start putting flower arrangements on the table and instruct the boys on where to string the lights. The more I move around to do stuff, the more dizzy I become, but I fight through it.

Picking up the plates, I let the girls help me place them onto the table then shine the drinking glasses. Hours later, we're finally finished with everything and I quickly make my way outside because I'm feeling terrible.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to walk you to your car?" Michael asks me.

Pulling my water from my bag, I take a big gulp and put it away.

"I'll be okay and no, I can make it." I say as I start walking back to my car, hating that I parked so far away in that damn dark ass parking garage.

As I'm walking, I start to get dizzy again and feel like I have to throw up so I stop for a minute then release the contents of my stomach onto the ground. Wiping my mouth, I continue walking until I feel a presence behind me. Turning around quickly, I scope out the dim lit area behind me as I finally make it to the garage. Not seeing anyone, I continue walking until I reach my car then pull out my keys.

Using my key fob to unlock the door, I try to get inside, but I'm quickly pressed against my car door; my stomach being squished.

"PLEASE STOP! You're hurting me! Whoever you are, I don't have any money!" I sob, trying to fight back, but whoever it is, is too strong.

"Since Kimora won't let me see my kid, I had to find another way. I bet you thought I wouldn't find y'all hoes. Meet me with my child at Lorenzi Park in 30 minutes and don't mention a word to anyone or I'll kill you and that baby." The familiar voice says before bashing my head into the window, making blood run down the side of my forehead.

As I blink my blurry eyes, I see Tariq's sunken face in the reflection of my side mirror before he turns around and walks away. Quickly getting into my car, I lock the doors and grab a napkin to wipe away the blood. Pulling out of my parking spot, I drive back to my house trying to think about what I should do, but the pounding headache clouds my thoughts.

From the look on Tariq's face, I could tell that he's desperate and looks like he's on hard drugs. If he found me once, I'm sure he could find me again and I'm not about to let him hurt my baby. As I pull up at home, I realize that there's only one thing I can do.

I slowly walk into the house as quiet as possible and up to Bria's room. While she's asleep, I pick her up and carry her downstairs; putting her into my backseat and placing my jacket over her small body. Making sure to turn the radio down so I don't wake her, I start driving to the park. I continue to drive down the road in silence until I hit a pothole that wakes Bria up. I watch as she looks around and starts crying loudly saying "mama."

"Shhh baby, it's auntie Lani." I say softly feeling guilty.

Bria continues to cry and tears run down her face as her lip quivers. Seeing her this way snaps me out of my selfish thoughts and I force myself to figure out a plan. After thinking for a bit, an idea pops up into my head so I make a phone call; shushing Bria as I talk.

While I'm on the phone, I drive slower and slower so that everything will work out then end the phone call; driving us to the park. I look around until I spot pale, crusty, skinny, Tariq sitting on a park bench with his hood covering his head. Getting out of the car, I wave my arms around until I get his attention. He gets up from the bench and slowly walks over to me, scratching his body as he looks around; clearly paranoid.

"You've let yourself go Tariq. What happened to you?" I ask, trying to pass some time.

"Fuck you. Where's Bria? I need to see her. She needs her daddy."

"Are you on drugs? You know I can't give her to you if you're on that shit!" I say as I lock my car doors with the keys.

"I'm not playing with you, Milani. Unlock that fucking door or I'll shoot you!" He says with his hand in his pocket, showing me something black. It looks like a gun, but then again it could be something else. Either way, I can't take any chances.

I hold my hands up in surrender and push the unlock button, watching him walk over to the car and opening the door to the backseat. I see him look around for Bria so I shut the door on him. Quickly opening the front door, I grab Bria from the floor of the driver's seat then watch Tariq struggle to get out of the backseat; being unsuccessful because the child lock is on. By the time he realizes that he can only get out of the front doors, the police pull up and take him down; arresting him quickly.

"Are y'all okay, ma'am?" One of the officers asks me while the others put Tariq into the back of the police car.

"We're fine. I don't know how long that'll last if my sister finds out." I smile nervously.

"It could be worse. I'm glad you called us when you did. You think you and your niece could come with us to the station so you can answer a few questions about tonight?"

"Sure."

I drive down to the station and give the officers a run down of everything that happened then they finally allow us to go home. When we do make it back to the house, it's almost 2:00 am. Bria is asleep in my arms and I'm tired as hell, my back is killing me. Quietly opening up the door, I'm immediately met with Kimora and her man.

"Babe, take Bria up to her room. I'll handle her." She says referring to me.

Damn. I was hoping she'd still be asleep and that I'd just sneak Bria back upstairs to her room.

"Milani, do you wanna tell me why the fuck the police called my house talking about my baby daddy was going to kidnap my daughter, but didn't because you called them first!!! You did save her, but she wouldn't have been in that shit if you hadn't of kidnapped her from this fucking house!!"

"I know it sounds crazy and you have every right to be mad, but she's safe and Tariq is in jail so lets just go to sleep and talk about it in the morning." I say as I try to walk off, but she grabs my arm and shoves me.

"If you weren't pregnant I'd beat your ass! How could you come into my home and steal my daughter away from us then try to act like this shit ain't serious!? What if your dumbass plan hadn't worked and something happened to Bria?? Then what, bitch?"

"Watch your mouth, Kimora!! This pregnancy don't mean I can't throw hands! I didn't let Tariq harm her! I had a plan and I knew you wouldn't go along with it so I did it without telling you. I had to do something because he threatened to kill me and my baby. As you can see he already bashed my head in."

"So you put you and your child's life over Bria's? I would never do that to you and your child! You could've told me and we could've figured out a plan together! You can't make those kind of decisions about my child! It could've cost her, her life." Kimora yells as she balls her fists up.

"You damn right I did! You're saying that now, but would you honestly choose my baby's life over your own? Be real, Kimora! Nobody would put someone else's child's life over their own child. I told you I'm sorry about the way it happened, I really am, but I would do it again if it meant keeping my unborn safe." I admit honestly.

"Keep your motherfucking apology you weak ass bitch. Don't ever come around me and my family again. Pack your shit and get the fuck out now! If you're not gone within the next two hours, I'm calling the police."

My eyes get watery as Kimora walks upstairs. The hate, pain, and disgust radiating from her body is enough to make me not even want to be here anyway. Walking upstairs, I pack up as much stuff as I can as fast as I can and take multiple trips down to my car, until I have everything packed. I decided to leave any heavy stuff right where it is and let my bitch ass sister get rid of it.

"You got everything?" John, Kimora's man, asks me as he sticks his head into my room.

"I'm good. I'll leave the rest of this shit here. It's not like I have a house to put it in." I say as he walks downstairs with me.

"I kind of understood where you were coming from with your plan because you did it to protect your baby, but you really fucked up this time, Lani. I've never seen Kimora get that pissed."

"I know."

Getting into my car, I start driving around until

I think about where I could go. I know I could go to a hotel, but that's not the best option because I don't want anyone to see all of this stuff and break into my car. I sigh loudly and find Nolan's address in our text messages. I remember he asked me to stop by one day, but I never did.

The 20 minute drive to his house is short and nerve wrecking because I don't know how this shit will turn out. I just hope he actually allows me to stay here even though I've treated him like a pest.

I get out of my car and walk up to his door then wipe my tear stained face. My body is frozen as I try to shake away my nerves then knock onto the door. Moments later, a woman opens the door and is staring back at me.

"Ma'am, are you lost? Is everything okay?" She asks me, worried that I'm crying.

"I'm fine. I think I have the wrong address." I say as rain starts pouring down on me.

"I think so too. Come on in and I'll help you find the right address. I don't want you to get sick out here in this rain because trust me, being sick and pregnant is the worst feeling."

Nodding my head, I step into the beautiful house and immediately hear a baby crying. I also hear laughter and little feet as two small children coming running pass me.

"Hey, stop running!" The woman tells her children. "Give me one second. I have to get the baby. Honey, we have company! Bring down a big towel!" She yells out before heading upstairs.

While she disappears, I awkwardly stand in the middle of the floor, while I wait for my towel. I finally hear loud footsteps coming from the stairs then turn my head there and lock eyes with the man walking down them; the two of us looking dumbfounded.

"Milani." He says as he hands me the towel, his wedding ring on full display.

"Nolan."

As I'm using the towel to dry my body, he quickly drags me into the kitchen with him and gets close to me; trying to kiss me.

"Get the fuck off me! You didn't tell me you have a damn wife and family!? What the fuck is wrong with you??" I say loudly and he covers my mouth.

"Milani, lower your fucking voice. I didn't tell you because you never asked. We had something special and I wanted to make you my third wife. You already had so much drama and shit going on so I didn't think you'd mind. What the hell are you even doing here? How did you find my address?"

"THIRD!!? So you have two wives!!? How is that even possible??" I yell, getting sick to my stomach. "I was coming to ask if I could crash here for a while, but fuck that. You sent me this address weeks ago when you wanted me to stop by dumbass! Did you forget that?"

"shhhh, I haven't told my wives that there's going to be a new addition to the family so calm down before they hear you! Shit, I sent the wrong address. I meant to send you the one to my other house that I live alone in." He says as he rubs his hand down my arm and resting on my stomach. "They'll love a new baby."

Before I can say anything, a pregnant woman walks into the kitchen and she must be the second wife because the other lady looked totally different and wasn't pregnant.

"Babe, who is this?" She asks as she walks over to Nolan and wraps her arms around his waist.

"Oh, this is my cousin, Milani and Lani, this is my second wife, Andrea. I didn't know she was coming, but I'm so happy to see her. She's actually going to be staying with us for a while. Right cuz?"

I bite my tongue to keep from cussing everybody out. I know I had no real option other than staying here, but I do have a plan up my sleeve so I put a fake smile on my face. "Right, come help me get my stuff cousin." Snatching Nolan's arm, I drag him outside into the rain with me and slap the shit outta him.

"I'm not fucking staying here! You've lost your rabbit ass mind if you think I'm staying here with you and your Brady bunch!"

"I won't tell you again to lower your voice! If you came all the way here, you probably have nowhere else to go so yeah, you're staying here."

"How about I just tell your wives who I really am and why you've been away from them so much!" I say with my arms folded.

"You wouldn't." He laughs, until I say "Try me."

"Fuck Milani! Where the hell you gone go then?"

"You're going to give me the keys to your other house and let me stay there until I get my shit together or else I'll go in that house and tell everything and since you fucked me over so bad, you're also going to pretend to be my man at my baby shower. People probably think I'm another one of your pregnant wives anyway. I'll make sure no pictures are taken of us so it won't get back to your real wives." I say as I wipe the rain out of my eyes.

"Alright." He sighs then drops the keys into my hand. "Just stay and have dinner with us then I'll make up an excuse as to why you're leaving and not staying with us." I glare at him and he blows out a deep breath. "Fine, I'll go tell them we're leaving then take you to the house."

"Yeah, hurry up." I say as I get into my car, soaking wet.

A couple minutes later, Nolan comes back outside and tells me to trail him then gets into his own car. The drive to his other house takes us about 30 minutes and my eyes pop out of my head when I see the beauty in front of me.

Although it's under shitty circumstances, I could get used to living like this.

"Uhh what you doing?" I ask Nolan as he sits down on the couch after helping me move everything in.

"I'm chilling. What it look like?"

"You really had me fooled. Here I was thinking you were a sweet gentleman and you've been playing me the whole time. You ain't nun, but a manipulative ass nigga."

"Milani, I'm still the same man. If you hadn't of popped up on me, I'd still be working hard towards making you one of mine. You really are amazing and I need you in my family. I wish you'd just take a chance and let me show you how much better life is when there's multiple adults taking care of each other and the household. Just think about how amazing the sex is." He explains with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Fuck you, Nolan and everything you think you've created. I don't want no parts of that or you. You can leave now and after my baby shower, I don't want no dealings." I tell him as I open the door.

"Suit yourself. You're the one missing out on getting good dick and having your pussy ate by my wives. You might not admit it, but I know you'll think about it later."

Without another word, I slam the door in his face and walk upstairs to the master bedroom where Nolan put my things. I change into my nightgown and make myself comfortable in the bed; falling asleep quickly.