You're My Little Secret 2 (12 page)

BROOKLYN

DJ is five weeks old now and looking like a miniature version of Dominic. At nineteen years old, it’s a daily struggle trying to take care of me and another little person at the same time. I can’t complain because I have more help than I need. Between Dominic’s mother and mine, I hardly had to lift a finger for the first two weeks after I had him. I was thankful for their help and even more thankful when they went back home. Dominic is a different story. He’s really driving me crazy. Never in my life have I seen someone so obsessed with a baby. He comes over here every day more than one time a day. He never puts the baby down and even holds him while he sleeps. Thanks to him, I have a five-week old cry baby on my hands. I was so aggravated last week that he picked DJ up one morning and took him to work with him for the entire day. Sometimes Bryce and Taylor would get him for a few hours and allow me to rest or do some housework. I couldn’t wait to get my six-week checkup next week so I could come and go as I wanted to. My mama was from the old school and didn’t believe in going outside until then.

I was thankful again for yet another moment of silence. Dominic and David had DJ, and they were chilling at their parents’ house. My house was clean and I finished all of my laundry. I had a roast cooking in the oven, and I was on the sofa relaxing. That was until someone started banging on my door like crazy. Everybody used my doorbell, so I was kind of scared to open it.

“Auntie Brook open the door,” my nieces yelled. I jumped up from the sofa and rushed to let them in.

“What’s wrong?” I asked taking in their tear stained faces.

“Our mama and daddy are fighting,” my oldest niece cried. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I grabbed my keys and phone and ran out of the apartment, locking the door behind me. As soon as I got down the stairs I heard Taylor and Bryce yelling from down the hall. When I walked into the living room, it looked like a hurricane had touched down. Taylor was standing there crying while Bryce held a towel to his bleeding lip. “What’s going on in here?” I asked.

“I want his dog ass out of my house,” Taylor cried.

“Man, I’m not going nowhere. You always think somebody is lying to you,” Bryce fussed.

“That’s because you’re a liar. I’m not going through this with you and that bitch again. If she wants you that bad, she can have you.”

“Taylor I swear nothing happened. I was only there for fifteen minutes,” Bryce said.

“What are y’all talking about?” I asked.

“Look at this shit,” Taylor said shoving her phone in my face. I shook my head when I saw a picture of Bryce hugging Tiffany outside in a parking lot. He was so stupid. He asked me what I thought about him meeting her, and I told him not to do it. She claimed that she wanted closure, but I knew that was some bullshit. Tiffany is so conniving, and I knew she had to have a motive. She got her closure when he packed his shit and left. Everything else was irrelevant.

“That shit looks worse than it is. I talked to her for a few minutes, and that was all. She had asked me for a hug before I left. Before I had a chance to respond she was already hugging me,” Bryce said. I looked at him with narrowed eyes, letting him know that he’d messed up big time.

“Taylor, y’all come sit upstairs with me for a while. Bryce you need to clean up this mess since it’s your fault that it was made. Y’all can’t talk while she’s mad like this. Maybe y’all need to try again later,” I suggested.

“Let’s go,” Taylor said grabbing her daughters’ hands and walking out of the door.

“I told you not to meet with her didn’t I?” I whispered to Bryce.

“Yeah, you did, but I didn’t think that hoe was that thirsty to pull some shit like that,” he replied.

“She’s not thirsty that bitch is dehydrated,” I laughed.

“Talk to Taylor for me Baby. You know she’ll listen to you,” he begged.

“I got you, but next time you need to listen. I see Taylor went Mayweather on your ass,” I joked while walking out the front door.

When I got back to my apartment, Taylor and my nieces were in the living room watching TV.

“Y’all go in my room and watch TV,” I instructed the girls.

“Where’s DJ?” Taylor asked.

“That cry baby is with his daddy,” I replied.

“Dominic is wrong for spoiling that baby like that. Y’all better be happy that his mama is going to be the babysitter. Nobody else will want to keep him.”

“I know, but what’s going on with you and Bryce?”

“I know he’s telling me the truth. I can always tell when Bryce is lying. It’s just the principal of it all. He shouldn’t have met up with her in the first place. Whatever they had is over, and she needs to deal with it. He doesn’t owe that bitch no explanation,” she vented.

“You’re right and you need to tell him just what you told me. You just need to calm down first. Y’all don’t need to be fighting in front of the kids,” I said.

“That wasn’t a fight. I put a quick mix on his ass, and he just sat there and took it,” she said making me laugh.

Taylor and my nieces ended up staying with me until later that night. Bryce showed up to get them at the same time Dominic showed up with DJ.

“Hey,” Dominic said kissing me on the lips. I grabbed my baby from him while he stood outside talking to Bryce. Tiffany got her girls and made her way back home. The time away from Bryce seemed to have calmed her down a bit. I stripped DJ out of his clothes, leaving him in a onesie and socks. I walked back into the living room just as Dominic came in.

“Fix me something to eat,” he said while taking the baby out of my arms. I fixed his food and watched as he ate while still holding on to our son.

“Let me hold him until you finish,” I demanded.

“He’s alright. I got him.”

“That’s my baby too just in case you forgot,” I snapped.

“Don’t start with all that Brook. I know he’s yours too.”

“That’s why he’s so spoiled. You never put him down. It was crazy for you to buy him all of that stuff, and he barely uses any of it,” I complained.

“Y’all kill me with that spoiled shit. Everybody knew when you first got pregnant that my baby was gon’ be spoiled,” he fussed.

“Whatever, but don’t get mad when he be going to work with you every day,” I warned.

“That’s cool with me,” he replied. Crazy as it sounds, he probably would do it.

“Did you get your school schedule yet?” Dominic asked me. It was July, and I was due to go back to school at the end of August.

“Yeah, I got it. I just need to get my books, and I’ll be ready.”

“We can do that after your doctor’s appointment next week,” he answered. I took his dishes to the kitchen when he finished eating and put up the rest of the food. After a few minutes, Dominic walked up and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“One more week and it’s on and popping,” he said happily. He was doing a countdown waiting until I could have sex again. I got a birth control shot when I left the hospital, and I had a prescription for some pills too. After all the pain I went through with DJ, I was never getting pregnant again.

“That’s all you’re worried about,” I said pushing him off of me. He tried to pull me back until my phone started ringing. I started not to answer, but I didn’t have anything to hide.

“Hey Kevin,” I answered while avoiding Dominic’s angry glare. I tried to walk around the house and talk to him, but Dominic was right behind me listening. DJ was strapped in his swing fast asleep.

“What does he want”? Dominic whispered with a frown.

“Hold on Kevin,” I said muting the phone.

“He wants to see the baby,” I admitted. Kevin had only seen DJ on pictures. A lot of drama was going on with our brothers, so I didn’t see him too much anymore.

“Hell no, I’m taking my baby home with me tonight,” he snapped.

“No, you’re not Dominic. He’s slept with you for two nights straight. You just don’t want Kevin to see him,” I frowned.

“You damn right. I don’t trust that nigga and after what his brother did you shouldn’t trust his ass either.” Bryce just had to open his big mouth and tell him about Kyle. Even though their friendship is ruined, Kevin and I are still tight. I feel bad that one of my best friends has yet to see my first child. I want him and Tiana to be the Godparents, but Dominic would never let that happen. I took the phone off of mute and resumed my conversation.

“He’s staying with his daddy tonight Kevin. Maybe you can drop by one day next week so you can see him,” I offered. I saw the veins in Dominic’s forehead popping out he was so mad. When I hung up with Kevin, he went off.

“Please don’t make me act stupid up in here Brooklyn. I don’t want his ass over here at all. Why the fuck is he so hard up to see my son anyway? That nigga trying to get over here to see you,” he yelled.

“I’m not even going there with you right now. I’m tired so if you’re taking DJ you need to get him and leave.”

“Damn, I’m getting put out of a house that I pay the bills in,” Dominic said laughing. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I was happy to oblige. After grabbing DJ and his bag, I walked them to the door.

“I might take him to work with me tomorrow so you can get some rest,” he informed me.

“I get enough rest. You just want him with you,” I replied. I gave him one last kiss, and they were on their way.

****

One week later, I was cleared by my doctor and Dominic, and I was at it again. DJ is at his parents’ house for the day, and he never went to the office after we came back from my appointment. I got the books I needed for school, and we’ve been in the bed sexing each other since then.

“Let’s take a shower and go get something to eat before I go get DJ,” Dominic instructed. He’s going home with him yet again, not that I’m complaining. I never asked, but I notice that Dominic never takes anything with him whenever my baby stayed the night over there. That led me to believe that he has everything at his house that I have in mine. I really don’t know Kennedi that well, but all of this has to be hard on her. Her fiancés baby spending so much time at her house has to be killing her. She probably hates DJ, but Dominic would kill her if she even looked at him wrong, and I know that for sure.

KENNEDI

I have seven more months to go before I become Mrs. Dominic Omari Roberts, and I can’t wait. Everything is going perfectly with the planning. The reception hall is paid in full, and so are the caterers. I chose the dresses for my girls and the tux for the men. Everything is being made specifically for my special day. I’ve finally chosen the bride and grooms cake, and that alone was three thousand dollars. I don’t care about the cost because it’s not my money. My mother, Paris, and I are going to New York next month for me to get fitted for my dress. The designer wants to go over a few things with me just to see exactly what I want. Other than that, it’s going to be a two-day trip of nothing, but shopping for me. Dominic and I are going to Hawaii for our honeymoon since that was somewhere that I’ve always wanted to go. I want us to stay for two weeks, but he refuses to stay longer than a week. I know it’s because of his son. He’s not about to stay away from him too long.

We ended up having a blood test done and, of course, the little bastard is his. I’m really just being a bitch about it because DJ looks exactly like Dominic and that alone drives me insane. That and the fact that he’s always around. I swear that crying ass baby spends more time at my house than I do. Brooklyn must be a horrible mother because she never really has him. If he’s not with one of his grandparents, he’s with us, and Dominic treats him like fine china. I’ve never even held the little spoiled brat, not that I wanted to anyway. Scott even told me that Dominic brings him to work with him sometimes, and that’s just ridiculous. If they only knew how much info I got from Scott they would probably fire him today. Dominic doesn’t think I know, but he’s not even in the office some of the times that he should be. I don’t want to speculate, but he better not be on no bullshit again. He hasn’t given me any reason to doubt him, but that doesn’t mean a thing. I didn’t doubt him before, and he cheated on me and made a baby. I also have to be careful getting info from Scott because he has a crush on me. He’s supposed to be Dominic’s boy, but he’s telling me everything he knows.

Brooklyn hasn’t been there again, so that’s good news. Aside from her being DJ’s mother, her name is never mentioned in my presence. I guess the joke is on her for thinking that she could keep a man just by getting pregnant. She had to find out the hard way that Dominic is all mine. I hate that Dominic still hangs out with her brothers, but I can’t stop that, and I really don’t try. I even told him that they could come to the wedding. I would love nothing more than for them to tell their little sister all about it.

After stopping to get me and Dominic something to eat I made my way home. When I pulled up to my parking space, I said a silent prayer that we would have our house and our bed to ourselves tonight. As soon as I walked inside I knew that my prayer had not been answered. I saw Dominic in the kitchen warming up DJ’s bottle while holding him over his shoulder.

“Hey baby,” I said giving him a peck on his lips.

“Hey,” he replied dryly.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked him over his sons constant crying.

“Nothing, I’m just trying to calm him down. He’s been in his feelings all day. My mama said he might be teething,” he replied.

“He’s just spoiled. You bought all that stuff for him, but he never uses it.” Dominic had turned our spare bedroom into a nursery, but it was a waste of his money. He didn’t use anything in there. He has a bassinet, but DJ sleeps in the bed with us. Dominic would sleep on his back while the baby slept on his chest.

“I know he’s spoiled, but it’s more than that. I think he’s feeling bad.”

“You want me to fix you something to eat?” I offered.

“No, I’m not hungry,” he answered. I fixed myself a plate and ate while he tried to soothe his crying baby. I really didn’t care so I didn’t offer to help. A whole hour had gone by, and DJ was still screaming. After I ate and cleaned up my mess, I went to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, Dominic was dressed and was now putting clothes on his son.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m going to meet Brooklyn at the hospital. I need to know what’s wrong with my baby,” he answered. I instantly got heated upon hearing Brooklyn’s name.

“Let me put on some clothes. I’m coming with you,” I informed him. He gave me a strange look, but he didn’t protest. If he had nothing to hide, he had no reason to. I threw on some Bebe leggings with the matching shirt. After sliding my feet into a pair of white Air Max tennis shoes, I was ready to go. I drove my car to the hospital while Dominic sat in the back with the baby.

When we got to the hospital, Brooklyn was already in the lobby waiting along with her cousin Candace. Even dressed down that heifer was the full package, and it’s hard to deny. She resembled a younger version of Lauren London, and I hated it. She checked the baby in and we waited for his name to be called. After a few minutes, David came in accompanied by Mrs. Liz. She spoke to all of us and went straight to DJ.

“What’s wrong with Grandma’s baby?” She cooed as she took the baby from Dominic. When they called the baby’s name, Brooklyn and Dominic got up and walked to the triage nurse with the baby and Mrs. Liz. David and Candace were smiling at each other and making small talk while I sat there feeling like an outsider. I realized that coming here wasn’t such a good idea, after all. I was happy when Dominic came back to the front, but that didn’t last long. They called them to the back soon after. I wanted to go with my fiancé, but I was never asked. I pulled out my phone to call Tiffany. I needed something or someone to keep the tears in my eyes at bay.

We had waited around for another hour before they were finally done. It turned out that DJ was indeed teething, and he also had an ear infection. They gave him something for pain, and he was knocked out in Dominic’s arms.

“Make sure y’all get his prescriptions filled,” Mrs. Liz instructed before she left. I’m happy that Brooklyn is here and can take her own baby home for a change.

“Give him to me so we can go,” Brooklyn said reaching for DJ.

“I got him,” Dominic said pissing me off. “I know you have class so I’ll probably stay home with him tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I can hold it down at work if you want to stay home,” David offered. He never could mind his damn business. This bitch Brooklyn is pathetic. What kind of mother wouldn’t want to stay at home with their sick baby? I followed Dominic out of the lobby and to my car. I started in on him as soon as I pulled away from the curb.

“She should have taken him home. I’ve never seen a mother not care for their sick child,” I commented.

“I know how to take care of my baby Kennedi. Brooklyn can’t do anything for him that I can’t do,” he replied with a frown. I didn’t want to start an argument, so I left it alone for now. When we got to the house Dominic wiped DJ off and put him in some pajamas. I changed my clothes and laid in the bed waiting for him to come back into the room. After waiting for over an hour, I got up to go see where he was. I was heated when I saw him knocked out on the couch with his sleeping baby on his chest. I hated feeling like I’m jealous of a baby, but I am. I don’t have to worry about Brooklyn or any other woman getting any of Dominic’s time. Thanks to DJ, he doesn’t have time for anyone else myself included.