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"You have a visitor Mrs Brewster," A nurse said knocking on Naala's door. Naala looked up from a feeding Malia and nodded tiredly.

When she set her eyes on Dave, she turned away - wanting to evaporate.

"Baby," Dave said lowly. "Naala I'm sorry," He apologised moving closer to her hospital bed. She had just given birth to Malia the day before, and this was the first time Dave was coming back to the hospital.

"Where were you?" Naala questioned holding Malia's small hand.

"I went home, I needed to clear my head," Dave answered taking a seat beside her bedside.

"You needed to clear your head?" Naala chuckled to herself. "Amir I don't want you anywhere near me right now,"

"I'm trying to apologise," Dave defended.

"For what? For fucking someone else or for almost missing the birth of your daughter?" Naala spat. Malia stirred causing Naala to shush her.

"You've not even held her," Naala said looking at him. "Do you even know her name?"

"Don't do that," Dave said angrily. "I wanted to be here but -"

"But what Amir?" Naala sighed cutting him off. "I'm tired of the excuses. I'm tired of it," Naala lifted Malia up to wind her and yawned.

"Let me get her, why don't you rest?" Dave said standing up.

"Mmm," Naala hummed handing Malia to him carefully. She scrunched her face up in discomfort and started to get fussing due to being removed from her mother's arms.

"Hey mama," Dave whispered to her, holding her close. His heart warmed at the way she curled up to his chest. "She's got your eyes," He said to Naala, staring into Malia's.

"Does she?" Naala said with a bored expression. Naala was exhausted, her breasts were sore, her back hurt and every time she moved, her vagina stung.

"Yeah," Dave mumbled staring down at her. "You're so pretty like your mama," He said making Naala roll her eyes.

Instead of laying there and listen to his rubbish, Naala sat up and swung her legs out of the bed.

"Ooo," She groaned standing up to her feet holding onto the bed. "No one ever tells you how bad it is after birth," Naala said mostly to herself.

"When did they say you could come home?" Dave asked her using one hand to guide her to the bathroom.

"She still has a few tests," Naala answered through gritted teeth. The throbbing pain she was experiencing was almost crippling.

Dave let her do her business and then helped her back to bed. "You want me out of the house?"

"Do you think you deserve to be in our home?" Naala muttered softly. "You don't respect me, neither do you respect our house. So yes, I want you out the house,"

Dave shook his head, she was doing all this now but all it took was for him to blow a bag on her and she would forget all about his cheating.

His phone started ringing on the side and Naala looked over, seeing the call id.

"Pass me my daughter," Naala demanded sitting up in the bed. "I can't do this with you anymore Amir I really can't," she added. Naala didn't want to cry in front of him, she wasn't going to.

"Ion know why she's calling me," Dave rushed out quickly.

"So she just woke up and thought let me call him?" Naala said with attitude. "Why's Millie calling your phone Amir?"

"Ion know, I don't even know how she got my number," Dave lied, he knew exactly how she got his number and exactly why she was calling.

"Give me my baby," Naala snapped. "You're a fucking liar!" She wanted to stand up but she didn't have the energy.

The shouting unsettled Malia and she started to fuss, eventually crying softly - her entire face going red.

"Shh," Dave rocked her, ignoring Naala going crazy on him.

"You don't deserve me," Naala cried trying to get up. "You don't even care about me. All you care about is sex, give me my baby," She repeated.

"Naala chill the fuck out," Dave mumbled as she continued to hurl abuse at him.

"You're a low life, an alcoholic, who literally has nothing going for him. You get a kick out of hurting me, it makes you feel strong huh?" Naala carried on,

"I'm gonna kick the fuck out of you if you don't stop," Dave threatened placing Malia down because Naala was unpredictable.

"I hate you and I never want to see you again, get out," Naala screamed pointing at the door.

Before she could say anymore, Dave listened - he took his stuff and left her alone with Malia.

"I hate him so much," Naala cried to herself sitting back on the bed.

"What's up baby mama?" Hassan said stepping into the house. He put down the shopping bags and shrugged his jacket off and took off his shoes at the door, something Naala always demanded of people entering her home.

"Hey," Naala laughed using one hand to hug him. The other was holding a 6 month old Malia, who clinging onto her mom's neck.

"Come here Phat girl," Hassan said holding his hands out for her. "Give your mama a break, come on," He said taking her successfully.

"Thanks for running to the store for me," Naala said picking up the bags. "You found everything alright?" She questioned walking into the kitchen to unload it all.

"Yeah it was aight," Hassan shrugged following behind her. "Where's he at?" He added, referring to his son.

"Upstairs getting into something," Naala responded. "I can't deal with his behaviour Hassan, not with Malia as well,"

It was clear that Naala was struggling, she was someone that normally had everything together, but from the looks of things she was not keeping it together.

Hassan took a chance to look around, the house was spotless as usual meaning she had spent the entire day cleaning, anxiously.

"I can take him for the day," Hassan suggested. Naala shook her head quickly.

"How do we explain that?" She said pulling the vegetables out of the bag. "I'm not in the mood for Amir's noise,"

"He still comes round here?" Hassan asked trying to keep his calm. He hated that they always had to find an excuse for him to spend time with his son.

"I can't stop him from seeing his kids San," Naala sighed stopping what she was doing.

"But look at how he treats you," Hassan responded. "Nothings changed since you had Saint, he's put you up in the house, away from the city so he can carry on doing his normal shit,"

"I wanted to move out," Naala replied quietly, she had never thought about it that way.

"And you chose to be on the outskirts of New York, how many times does he come and see y'all?" Hassan argued. "I'm getting real close to talking to him Naala, I can't have my son living in this toxic environment,"

"It's not toxic," Naala said thoughtfully,

"When was the last time y'all had sex?" Hassan said playing with Malia. "Cuz I know he comes here and that's what y'all get into,"

"He's my husband Hassan, of course I'm gonna have sex with him," Naala said in a matter of fact tone,

"When was the last time?" Hassan repeated,

"Last week," Naala sighed, "But it meant something," she tried to convince herself.

"It meant something to you Naala," Hassan replied back, "It didn't mean shit to him, I'ma always be honest with you because I care about you. You don't mean shit to him,"

"Okay Hassan," Naala answered trying to drone him out.

"I told you I will sign those papers with Mia, I told you I'm all for you but you'd rather stay with him," Hassan spilled.

"Can we not do this right now? You know why we can't be together," Naala said leaning against the counter.

Malia started to fuss, and turn her head towards Hassan's chest.

"I think she's hungry," Naala said holding her hands out for her. Naala didn't care to hide breastfeeding, and Hassan didn't mind either.

"I can't concentrate when you've got your titty out," Hassan teased, he walked closer to her. Putting his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer.

"Stop it," Naala smiled small, rubbing her hand through Malia's curls.

"It's your call baby," Hassan whispered into her ear kissing it lightly.

"I'm scared," Naala muttered looking down at Malia feeding. "I want you Hassan, I do but I'm not prepared to break up two marriages,"

"You can't break something that's already broken," Hassan said kissing her neck, sucking on it lightly. Naala tilted her neck, giving him more access.

"I don't like sharing you," Hassan added with his hands exploring her waist.

"Me neither," Naala mumbled, "This is wrong, Mia is my best friend."

Hassan ignored her, lifting her chin up to kiss her. At first Naala didn't kiss back but after a while, she started to reciprocate the kiss. They started tongue kissing, only stopping when Malia cooed.

"Back up," Naala said quietly, secretly loving that he did that.

"Ion know why you fronting, I'll fuck around and call him right now," Hassan tutted letting her go. Naala didn't respond, she simply lifted Malia off her nipple.

"So you really gon' stay with him?" Hassan chuckled dryly,

"Saint!" Naala called out, she was over this conversation and maybe if Saint came down, Hassan would focus on him.

Naala passed Malia back to him because she was reaching out for him.

Malia cooed happily in Hassan's arms, her entire fist in her mouth.

"She's teething?" Hassan asked trying to pull her hand from her mouth.

"Yep. That's why I get no sleep at night," Naala mumbled. Malia was the happiest baby when she was happy, when she was sad - all hell broke loose.

They heard thumping down the stairs and Saint was walking down holding the railings. When he saw Hassan, he started to walk faster, almost falling.

"Da," He pointed at Hassan, when Saint was younger they did try to make sure he knew Hassan was his dad. But as he grew it would have confused him, so they stopped.

"He looks bad as hell," Hassan laughed picking Saint up too. His pacifier was hanging up his mouth and his clothes were all messed up.

"He is bad as hell," Naala said snatching the pacifier from his mouth. "That's not even yours Nasir," She said putting it into the sterilising machine.

"How are you though? You good? Taking your meds and shit?" Hassan questioned rocking the both of them.

"I have to be good, I've got 4 kids to look after. Maniya can look after herself but she's still my baby," Naala answered thinking of what to make for dinner.

"What do you wanna eat?" She asked changing the subject,

"Shit I can think of a few things," Hassan smirked making Naala blush,

"You're married," She reminded him, "And so am I," She said looking down at the diamond ring, that burned a hole in her finger.

"Eat," Saint pointed to the chips on the counter. "Eat mama," He repeated getting annoyed that he didn't already have the chips in his hand.

"You can't have those," Naala said taking them away.

"Eatttttt," Saint screamed using his hands to grab Malia's face out of anger. Naala gasped and took Malia out of Hassan's arms and checking her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Hassan shouted setting him on his feet. "If your mama says no, you don't do that," He scolded angrily.

Saint started to throw a tantrum, screaming and crying and throwing himself all over the floor.

"Okay Papa, here, take them," Naala huffed reaching for the chips and waving them in his face.

"Just ignore him," Hassan said as Naala got ready to pick him up from the floor.

"But he's gonna hurt himself," Naala said fearfully. She didn't like the way he was banging his body against things.

"And then he'll get right back up again. You can't keep giving into him like that Naala, no means no," Hassan said taking the chips away from her. "He's never gonna learn that way,"

"Okay," Naala nodded, "Can you help me make him a bottle? That normally helps. I'm gonna go put her up for a nap."

"I got it, give her here and you go and have a nap, I got things down here," Hassan assured her.

"Are you sure?" Naala said handing Malia to him, she could do with a nap.

"Yeah man, go get some rest," He said kissing her cheek.

"Thank you Hassan, what would I do without you?" Naala smiled at him,

"Ain't nothing, you deserve better Naala, I'm waiting for you to let me show you," Hassan said firmly before turning back to deal with Saint and his tantrum.

"What's all this?" Dave asked kicking the bags that were scattered around the bedroom.

"Your stuff," Naala said simply from her the bed. Hassan's words had stuck with her and she was finally over Dave's shit.

"Where am I going?" Dave laughed sitting at the edge of the bed.

"I don't know but you can't stay here anymore Amir, I can't do whatever this is for any longer," Naala responded playing with the comforter.

Dave nodded and looked at her, "Come here," He said taking his chains off.

"No, I'm fine right here," Naala shook her head. "Take your stuff and leave,"

"Who came here and filled your head up with shit?" Dave asked getting off the bed. "Which one of your dumb ass friends tried to remind you of your worth?"

"I'm not fighting with you," Naala said dismissing his rudeness.

"Come here," Dave said again rolling his sleeves up,

"I said I'm fine here," Naala snapped making Dave chuckle, he reached over and grabbed her by her leg pulling her closer.

"I've told you before, there ain't not breaking up," Dave said lowly rubbing her leg. As his hand got higher, Naala fought the urge to moan.

"You're mine, so get your ass back in the bed and shut up," Dave said softly before leaning down to kiss her lips.

"But I'm not," Naala argued. "I'm not an object you can obtain. You can't have me, stop saying things like that. If I was yours then you would stop fucking other bitches."

"None of them are like you, they don't match up to you," Dave whispered, his hand smoothly gracing over her slit. "You're everything I've ever wanted Love, why can't you see that?"

Naala moaned as he slipped a finger into her, she didn't want to enjoy it but that's how he made her feel.

That night, Naala believed they made love and all was well again until he cheated once more, sending her back to a psychiatric ward.

Naala sniffed and wiped her eyes, using her mirror to make sure there were no signs of her tears. She touched up her lipgloss and slid her sunglasses onto her face.

She was having an emotional day and recently she had been having flashbacks of how life used to be, making her even more upset.

Naala hopped out of her truck and slammed the door, walking as fast as her bump would let her.

When she entered the building, she went through security like a breeze and didn't even sign her name. She went straight into the visitation room.

"I missed your gorgeous face," Hassan said as soon as he saw her. He stood to hug her tightly, taking the time to kiss her repeatedly.

"That's enough Kingston," A CO shouted from across the room. They pulled apart and Hassan pulled out the chair for Naala to sit before going back to his own seat.

"Even in prison, you're still a gentleman," Naala gushed taking in his features. His hair had grown and his beard was longer, no doubt he was still sex on legs.

"You gon' stop eye fucking me now?" Hassan chuckled leaning back in his seat.

"Boy shut up," Naala laughed. "I missed you," She said biting her lip.

"I'm coming home soon, I talked to my lawyer yesterday," Hassan informed her.

"When?" Naala questioned, "It's been two months," It seemed like a short time but for both of them it felt like years.

"I don't know baby," Hassan responded, "Hopefully before the baby." He said looking at her growing stomach.

"Saint misses you, he got expelled again. They're saying he can't go back to that school," Naala explained sadly.

"What he did this time?" Hassan asked rubbing his beard.

"He stabbed a teacher with a pen," Naala muttered, "I don't know what more I can do to stop this," Saint's behaviour was becoming very hard for Naala to manage on her own, especially when she was 7 months pregnant.

"What the fuck?" Hassan cursed shaking his head. "Why ain't bring him here?"

"Why would I bring him up here?" Naala answered quickly. Hassan looked at her and shook his head.

"I'm not about to spend the only time we get together arguing Naala." Hassan shut her down before she could even start.

"No because you wanna know why I didn't bring our son to a prison to see you," Naala snapped. "So when I have the baby, you want me to bring them up here too? Why don't we just live in here with you?"

"Okay I get it," Hassan said looking away from her.

"No you don't get it," Naala said back to him. "You don't get it. I'm doing this all on my own Hassan. Amir has been —"

"What's he been doing? Because I've been hearing y'all have been running around New York together again," Hassan said cutting her off.

"Are you serious right now?" Naala asked leaning forward. "Who even told you that?"

"You forget I have eyes and ears everywhere." Hassan smirked, "I don't know what you're doing but stop fucking playing with me Naala,"

"Ain't nobody playing with you, he's the father of my kids. I have every right to see him," Naala responded,

"So it's fuck me huh? First chance you get, you go running back to him," Hassan shook his head. "Let me find out, you're fucking him while you pregnant with my baby,"

"You think I would do that?" Naala squinted at him, feeling hurt by his choice of words. "I love you San,"

"I bet you do," He said standing up. He put his hands out for the CO to cuff him back up.

"Hassan sit back down please," Naala begged. "Please just sit down and let's talk. For our sons, please," Naala said making his face soften.

Hassan sat back down, "It's a boy?" He asked with a small smile.

"Mmhm." Naala nodded, "I found out yesterday, I told the doctor I wanted to wait for you but she slipped up," She said pulling the ultrasound out of her purse.

"That's my son?" Hassan asked looking at the picture in awe. "We're really having another boy," He added in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," Hassan peeped out, putting the photo down. "Being in here, it's messing with me and I keep hearing shit,"

Mia had been spilling all the tea, she didn't like that Hassan had moved on with Naala and was doing everything in her power to break them up.

"We went out for lunch, once. To discuss the custody agreement. I had my security and the kids were there," Naala spoke, "I wouldn't do that to you Hassan, I love you,"

"I know, I love you too aight? Stop crying," He wiped her face. "What's the first thing you wanna do when I'm home?" He asked changing the subject.

"I want you to make me tacos," Naala sniffed, food was her soft spot.

"I'ma make you all the tacos you want," Hassan laughed holding her hands. "Dess told me about the baby shower plans, you need anymore cash or anything?"

"I don't even wanna do it," Naala huffed. "How can I have a baby shower without you?"

"Because you've never had one and I want you to do it," Hassan said to her. "I'm gonna be back before you know it baby, I promise,"