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"That's my baby girl," Dave gushed at Maniya who was sat getting her makeup done.

"Daddy stop," Maniya blushed shifting in her seat. The makeup artist laughed and continued on the finishing touches.

"I can't say you look nice?" Dave said taking a seat on her couch,

"Yeah but I'm not a baby anymore," Maniya mumbled looking down at her phone quickly.

"You're always gonna be our baby," Dave responded. "But you gotta hurry up, the party started two hours ago,"

"Okay daddy but mama isn't ready either," Maniya pointed out,

"Don't talk about me!" Naala shouted from down the hall.

"She's been doing her hair for 2 hours," Dave tried to say quietly.

"Mama thinks it's her birthday," Maniya laughed loudly,

"Why you so loud?" Dave sucked in his breath. Moments after Naala came gliding down the hallway, her hair pinned up and her make up perfectly done.

"It is my birthday," Naala said sitting on Dave's lap. "I'm celebrating keeping up with you,"

"Yeah you are," Dave bit his lip as he took her in. "You look sexy," He said quietly kissing her cheek.

"Thank you, you look handsome too," Naala smiled kissing his lips lightly. Dave tried to deepen the kiss but Naala pulled away.

"My lipstick," She said wiping his lips.

"Erm and I'm in here," Maniya tutted in disgust.

"My parents do the same," Jas the make up artist laughed applying highlight to Maniya's cheekbones.

"My mom and dad never stop," Maniya said quietly. Dave and Naala weren't paying attention because they were caught up in each other.

"It's cute, it shows that they're actually in love with each other," Jas smiled at them.

"Yeah I guess," Maniya agreed, she did look up to her parents, she admired how they always fought for their love one way or another.

"What's the matter?" Dave asked Naala who seemed a bit down.

"We need to talk," Naala said to Dave, clinging to his neck.

"Ion like the sound of that," Dave mumbled rubbing her butt,

"Nothing bad but I want us to talk about something," Naala replied. "Please?" Naala held his hand.

"Sure, Niya we're gonna be in our room," Dave said tapping Naala so she can stand up.

"Okay, I think we're almost done," Maniya answered looking between them. "What's happened?"

"Nothing, you look so beautiful my angel," Naala said moving closer to her. "So beautiful," She smiled brightly.

"Y'all act like I look like a monster most days," Maniya frowned playfully.

"You do," Dave nodded making Naala hit his chest,

"Don't talk about my baby like that," Naala complained pulling him out of the room with her.

Dave followed behind her as she led him back into their room. Naala sat down on the bed and patted the space beside her.

"What's wrong baby?" Dave said sitting down,

"Do you think I have a purpose anymore?" Naala got straight to it.

"What do you mean?" Dave replied with a confused face.

"A purpose, do you think I have a purpose?" Naala repeated,

"I think that a lot of things wouldn't run if you weren't around. You're a beast at this Mom shit and you got the salon," Dave responded, he didn't understand the question.

"I want to go back to work," Naala said softly, "Only if you think I should," She rushed out.

"Why does it matter what I think?" Dave said holding her hand. "If that's what you wanna do baby, I'm behind you a hundred percent,"

"Really?" Naala pouted her eyes watering,

"Don't get upset," Dave said wiping her eyes,

"These are happy tears," Naala sniffed. "I want to go back but I didn't want you to think I'm abandoning the girls,"

Dave shook his head and kissed her hand, "I wouldn't think that because I know you're always a mother first. Remember I told you that you should work, you love your job,"

"I love you so much," Naala sighed flinging her arms around him.

"I love you too," Dave laughed, hugging her back. Naala crawled into his lap and put her face in his neck.

"What's up?" Dave said kissing her, he trailed down her neck and onto her chest.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" Naala moaned softly, "What's wrong with me?" She added looking at him.

"I don't want you to anything you're not cool with," Dave mumbled against her skin. Naala huffed and adjusted herself on his lap.

"I want you to have sex with me," Naala responded putting her hand on his chest.

"You gon get off that birth control like we said?" Dave questioned rubbing his hands up and her thighs.

"Don't play with me Amir," Naala said with a chuckle,

Dave and Naala joked around about having more babies but after Naala's recent abortion, she got back onto her birth control. It wasn't because her and Dave were having sex, it was because Naala wanted to be safe.

"Naala we not about to have sex right now," Dave said moving her hand from his draws.

"You're no fun," Naala tutted getting up and taking her robe off, exposing her naked body.

"You making it hard," Dave groaned putting his head in his hands.

"That's what you get for being boring," Naala laughed walking into their closet.

~~

"That dress is too damn short," Dave mumbled sipping his drink.

"Nigga she yours now, chill out," Priest laughed beside him.

The party was in full swing and Maniya was enjoying herself. She loved how chill her parents were because that meant she got to spend time with Damon too.

Naala was helping them sort out the cake and in turn, she kept having to pull her dress down.

"You stuck on daddy duties," Brianna laughed walking over. Dave looked down at a sleeping Samar and nodded.

"He's so calm with you," Brianna pointed out,

"Mar is calm in general, he don't be giving us problems," Dave said a bit too soon. Samar started to wiggle and pull at him, opening his eyes to cry loudly.

"He don't think so," Priest laughed at Dave struggling. Naala heard Samar's cries and stopped what she was doing to tend to him.

"The bottle isn't working," Dave complained as Samar started to move his head away from it.

"What's the matter handsome?" Naala cooed lifting him up. "Why you giving your step daddy problems?" She said rocking him.

"He don't want it," Dave said handing her the bottle,

"He wants titty," Priest said lowly, Brianna hit his shoulder and looked over at Naala.

"Hey Lala," Brianna spoke up just as Naala got Samar situated. Her breasts were covered and Dave sat closely beside her, with his arm on the back of her chair.

"Hi," Naala replied not looking up from him,

"How have you been?" Brianna tried to spark conversation. Naala looked at her with a raised brow,

"Why are you doing this right now?" Naala sighed. She hadn't spoken to Brianna in a very long time and it was down to the way Brianna iced her out.

"I'm gonna go check on the girls," Dave whispered into her ear. The conversation looked like it was about to be awkward and he didn't want no parts in it.

"Okay," Naala nodded. "Easy on the drinks," She warned, she had caught him having more than one drink.

Dave nodded and pecked her lips. He stood up, signalling to Priest to get up too.

"Brianna we have nothing to talk about," Naala spoke after they left the table.

"You stopped talking to me Naala," Brianna mentioned.

"Because I came home to you and Mia dragging me on the internet. We were close Bri and you could have spoken to me," Naala spoke quietly.

"I was angry. You could have told me about Saint, I took you as my little sister," Brianna said leaning back.

"Angry at what? Y'all were going in on me about something that had nothing to do with you. I get why Mia was mad but you have no right," Naala responded to her.

"As soon as Naleli came into the picture, you pushed me to the side," Brianna said jumping to a whole new subject.

"What does that even mean? She's my twin sister. I don't have to explain to you our closeness. Until I went away we didn't have any problems," Naala said uninterested in the conversation.

"I even took care of you, flew you out and shit like that. I didn't have to do that," Naala concluded.

"Bitch please, you got to where you are from lying on your back, don't act as if you know what hard work is," Brianna argued back. She didn't like the idea that Naala took care of her.

"Says the woman who makes YouTube videos for a living." Naala laughed. "Brianna get out of my face," She waved her off.

"I was actually trying to be civil with you because we have no choice but to see each other," Brianna sighed,

"Oh trust me, I'm civil," Naala replied wiping Samar's mouth with his bib. "But I will also be busy laying on my back so I don't think we will see much of each other,"

"You're really immature," Brianna scoffed,

"I've heard it all before," Naala said looking over at Dave who was dancing with Malia in his arms.

"Naala please can we stop fighting?" Brianna almost begged. "I don't want to fight with you, you were my best friend."

"Was I your best friend when you got on Instagram and told everyone I was a hoe? Was I your best friend when you started hanging with Trinity and still talking shit about me?" Naala retorted.

Brianna stayed quiet, she had no response to that. She knew she acted bad in the situation but at the time, she didn't like the way Naala behaved.

"I'm a grown woman and I don't have time for petty fights, there's no bad blood," Naala shrugged lifting Samar up.

"Now if you excuse me, it's my daughters birthday," She said before standing up and leaving Brianna on the table.

"That seemed heated," Chanel said coming over and sitting beside Brianna.

"I don't know why your brother keeps going back there," Brianna mumbled, her eyes on Naala as she interacted with other people.

"I don't know either, but she gives it up too easily. I think he likes that he doesn't have to work for much, all he do is blow a bag and she's back," Chanel gossiped with Brianna.

"He bought her fucking life," Brianna cursed. "All she do is sit home and have his babies, he's the one bringing all the money in,"

"That's what my mama thinks," Chanel answered, "I'm starting to think that's all she's good for,"

"Y'all sound bitter as fuck," Trinity spoke up. They didn't even realise she joined them at the table.

"What's it to you? You should be mad she stole my brother from right under you," Chanel said with a mug.

"I've learned to move on, Naala hasn't done anything to me and I'm sure she hasn't done anything to y'all," Trinity preached.

"How far up her ass do you wanna go?" Brianna laughed,

"Right," Chanel chimed in. "She is literally the reason that my brother has you and Mariah living out in Jersey, that don't bother you?"

Trinity frowned and didn't say anything back. She did wonder why Dave moved them all the way to Jersey. He claimed it was for Trinity to have better job opportunities but Chanel's words were getting to her.

Trinity looked over at where Dave and Naala stood and she felt played.

"Does he even pay you child support?" Brianna added,

"I didn't put him on child support, he looks after us," Trinity said dismissing the conversation.

"Not as much as he do her," Chanel mumbled under her breath.

~~

"Ready to give it to her?" Dave asked Naala, she had finally gotten the chance to have something to eat. Sinai was holding Samar and Malia was in Naala's lap.

"Let me finish feeding her," Naala said referring to Malia.

"She can eat a few fries baby," Dave laughed, Malia was spoilt and Naala didn't help.

"Shut up," Malia frowned at her dad,

"Semaj," Naala said in a warning tone, "You don't speak to your dad like that,"

"He's in our business," Malia replied holding onto Naala.

"Girl ain't nobody in your business," Dave flicked her arm playfully. Malia gasped and hit him back. Dave flew backwards and clutched his arm.

"You got your mama's strength," Dave complained rubbing his arm.

"You're so dramatic," Naala sucked her teeth. "Get out of our business," She added helping Malia sip her juice.

"Give me a kiss," Dave said analysing her face,

"No, I just put on lipgloss," Naala said moving her face from his. "Why you all up under me today?" She asked looking at him.

"I'm not," Dave lied, he was keeping an eye on her.

"You are, why don't you go over there with Priest?" She asked putting Malia down.

"I want to be by you," Dave shrugged. "You don't want me around you?" He said pulling her chair closer.

"Are you going to have sex with me?" Naala spoke quietly leaning into him.

"That's what you want?" Dave said softly rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

"Yeah," Naala breathed out putting her head on his shoulder. He gripped her thighs sending tingles through her body.

"That's turning you on?" Dave whispered in her ear, trailing kisses from her ear down her neck.

"Stop teasing me," Naala replied moving his head, "Let's go give her the gift first then we can go home,"

It was getting late and Naala knew Maniya wanted it to be more of a party now than a family gathering.

"Yeah," Dave kissed her lips, "Come on mama," He helped her up and pulled her dress down, standing behind her.

"Niya we're about to go but me and your daddy have a surprise for you," Naala said as they approached Maniya. Damon moved his hand from her waist when he peeped Dave staring at it.

"Do he gotta be that close?" Dave mumbled in Naala's ear,

"She's 23 Amir," Naala defended turning her attention back to Maniya.

"What is it?" Maniya smiled wide,

"Come outside and see," Naala laughed taking her hand. Dave followed close behind them until they made it to the front.

"Okay close your eyes," Dave instructed turning around.

"Ion trust this mama, what is it?" Maniya giggled shutting her eyes.

"Ain't nobody trynna kill you, watch your step," Naala said helping her down the steps.

"If I fall mama I'm gonna be embarrassed," Maniya held onto her tight.

"Why are all your kids like you?" Dave tutted, "Dramatic as hell," He added.

"Shut up before I punch you," Naala mumbled swatting his hands away from her ass.

They got outside properly and Dave held his hand out for Naala to stop walking.

"You can open your eyes now," Dave said bringing the key out of his pocket.

"Daddy!" Maniya squealed, "You remembered," She jumped up and down before running over to the car.

"It wasn't me," Dave laughed at her excitement,

"Mommy!" Maniya pouted, "I love you both," She said getting in the car.

"You're welcome," Naala smiled holding Dave's hand. This were the moments she lived for, making her children happy.

~~

"How many drinks did you have?" Sinai screwed up her face at her dad. For a 13 year old, she was very much like her mom, very observant and out spoken.

"Not that many," Dave hiccuped opening the door for her to get out of the car.

Naala laughed and shook her head, "Even she can she it, and you drove us home,"

"I ain't in the mood right now Naala," Dave mumbled taking a sleeping Saint out of the car.

"Wake him up, he's too big for all that," Naala said holding Samar and his diaper bag. "Nai can you take the bag please?" She asked.

Sinai nodded taking the bag, "Phat pick your feet up,"

"Shut up," Malia responded, that was her new favorite word.

"Malia I am not gonna tell you about your language again. Next time, Ima whoop your ass." Naala said walking into the house.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Malia chanted running into the house.

"I swear to God," Naala huffed following behind her.

"Chill out," Dave spoke passing by her,

"You're drunk don't talk to me," Naala answered laying Samar down in his play pen. She kicked off her heels and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Who said I'm drunk?" Dave replied sitting at the island. He had already put Saint on the couch, he was still asleep.

Naala ignored him, bringing out a glass and filling it up with water.

"Drink it," She placed it in front of him. "I'm gonna get them in bed, sober up," Naala said before leaving him on his own.

"Not even drunk," Dave mumbled to himself pushing the water away.

"Baby!" He shouted up the stairs,

"Amir drink the water," Naala shouted back. She wasn't even angry at him because he never got to let loose recently because of her. But she hated drunk Dave, he was an idiot.

"This nasty ass water," Dave said walking over to the sink and pouring it down it. "I'm hungry," He said to himself, walking into the pantry.

Dave groaned when he saw the state of it. Naala had gotten back into her habit and everything was colour coded and in alphabetical order.

"Can't even find the Cheetos," Dave said angrily shifting through everything.

"You better not be in my pantry," Naala said as she came down the staircase. Her dress was now off and she was dressed in one of his shirts and boy shorts.

She saw the door open and shook her head. "You don't listen," Naala fussed at him.

"Why you hiding the Cheetos?" Dave complained leaning against the door.

"It's under C dummy," Naala pointed out grabbing them and handing them to him.

"You're so mean," Dave muttered opening the chips, "Ion even want them anymore," He frowned closing them back up.

"Did you drink the water?" Naala asked him taking the Cheetos back.

"I ain't even drunk," He replied holding onto her waist. "Come with me upstairs," He said pulling her with him.

"You need some water," Naala giggled from him putting his hands in her shorts.

"Ion need it," Dave said leaning down to kiss her lips. They kissed passionately until it turned sloppy. Dave lifted her off her feet and carried her to the couch.

"Come up out of these," He said tugging at her shorts while kissing her neck.

Naala did as she was told and laid back, letting him crawl between her legs. He kissed in between her thighs all the way up to her centre.

"Still pretty as fuck," He mumbled with a smirk,

"Amir," Naala moaned softly when he started licking his tongue back and forth. Spreading her lips apart with his tongue, he started to sucking on her clit.

Naala felt like she was about to explode and he wasn't helping because he was going crazy on her.

"Wait," Naala panted as the familiar feeling built up in her stomach causing her to crawl back up the couch.

"Stop running," Dave spoke lifting his head up and gripping her thighs. He went back to what he was doing and held onto her tightly, to stop her legs from shaking.