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“Sit here and pretend that you don’t exist? That’s impossible, especially when I’m disgusted by your actions. I’m just waiting for the day when you stop this farce, show me the cameras, and just say that this was some sick joke that you just took too far. You’re pregnant by a convicted felon. How stupid can one get? You haven’t even known this man long enough to be carrying a baby by him! You want to know the type of women who make immature, reckless decisions like that? Sluts! I knew you had become a lot of things these past few months, but I never took my daughter to be a slut!
“Since you want to be a smartass, I’ll be one too and let you know that you don’t have to worry about me being near your little thug child. I’ll be a grandfather to a bum on the street before I have any type of relationship with whatever demon child you have growing inside of you! Whoever you claimed to have snatched you up and thrown you in the back of the van, I think I would have accepted the way that story could have ended over you marrying and carrying a baby for a common thug!” he said, breaking my heart with his words.
I bit my bottom lip, nodding my head and pretending I was fine, but deep down inside, I just wanted to break down.
My father aggressively stood from his seat and stood over my mother.
“Melody, let’s go!” my father barked to my mother, but she didn’t move.
“You can go ahead. I’m going to sit here and enjoy my birthday with my daughters. Davidson, I love you to death, but you just take things too far. You are talking to our child like she is just some regular person off the street! This is our child! Our baby! How can you stand in front of a congregation and be someone for hundreds of people to look up to, yet you sit up here and mentally abuse our daughter like this?
“I get that you don’t like who she’s with right now, but you heard just heard her say that she is married, and she is pregnant by him. Why can’t you still not support it, but just show respect at the same time? Look at how you’re allowing the devil to so easily use you, Davidson. Your choice of words is awful,” my mom said, finally finding her tongue to speak up for me.
I saw it in my father’s eyes that he was shocked that my mom had just spoken back to him. He picked his hat up from the table and held it in his hands as he glared down at my mother.
“While you sit here and console her, you just remember that it’s me you’re married to and not her. My feelings are your feelings! Whatever hatred I have for someone, you should share that same hatred!” he spat.
When he used the word, hatred, he made sure he looked right at me for emphasis. I felt that if I wasn’t pregnant, his words wouldn’t have affected me the way they did now. It was that my daughter or my son would never get to know the father that I’d known for all these years until this point.
They wouldn’t know the father who would come into my room late at night and sneak candy or whatever snacks I liked to eat whenever my mom would cut us off from eating at a certain time of day. They wouldn’t get to know the father who would hold me in my twin-sized bed as a little girl and stay with me until I fell asleep because, for so long, I feared the dark. What about the father in the room for every time I graduated from something, and he would be the loudest one cheering me on?
That was the father I had loved for all these years. This person right here, I hated him. I felt as if someone had come into my father’s body and taken over him. The father that I’d known before Billionaire didn’t even exist anymore.
He angrily left the restaurant, and when I saw my mother get up, I thought she was about to chase after him, but she came over and sat in the empty chair right next to me. She extended her arm, pulling me to her. Like a little girl who just knew that my father no longer loved me, I burst into tears right in the middle of the restaurant, not caring who would see me or who even heard my cries. I felt my sister put her hands on my shoulder, and she gave it a light massage.
“Why? Why does he hate me like this? I’ve never done anything to him,” I said through my tears.
I could act like I didn’t care that my relationship with my father had come to this, but deep down inside, it bothered me every single day. There was a time in my life when I felt like my father was my biggest cheerleader. He treated me like a step-child these days, and you would have thought that I’d done something far worse than just doing something that actually made me happy.
“He doesn’t hate you, Normani. I cannot speak for your father, but I do know that he doesn’t hate you. I’ve been with this man for well over thirty years, and I’ve never in my life seen him behave like this. Even when his father died, he went down a dark road, and I thought I’d lost my husband for good because he did this spiral where he would lash out over the smallest things. His temper was so quick, and without even realizing it, he would say things to me out of anger that I knew were just coming from a place of hurt.
“I thought that was the worst he could ever get, but his actions these days trump everything that he’s ever done in the past. He's cursing, not only is he disrespect
ing you, but he’s doing the same thing to me as well. He hasn’t been the same since he’s found out about you being with Billionaire. I’m sorry that I haven’t spoken up in the past. I’m sorry that as a mother, I haven’t been there for you the way that you needed me to.
“I just want you to know that I am happy for you, Normani. I wish I could have been there to attend my baby’s girl’s wedding, but I’m happy. I know that you’ll be the best mommy to my grandchild. To show you that I’m happy, and to show you my support, I want to arrange something, so Billionaire and I can meet each other under better conditions this time,” my mom said.
I used my hands to wipe the tears from my face. I was still laying my head on her because her hugs and touches just made it seem like everything would be okay.
“Me too. I would like to meet him too. We’re happy for you, Normani. I want to meet the man who has my sister deeply in love,” Naomi joked, making me laugh.
“You know Daddy is going to be mad at you for putting something together to meet Billionaire,” I told my mother.
She sucked her teeth and waved me off like what I said was pointless.
“Please! The way he just disrespected me in this restaurant, he’ll be lucky if I even come home tonight!” my mother spat.
I could tell she was trying to hold it together in front of my sister and me, but I knew that my mother was angry behind my father’s actions. I felt like it was something deeper going on in their marriage, but I didn’t want to mess up her birthday even more than it already had been.
Now that all the drama had died down, we finally ordered our food. The waitress had come over a couple of times to take our orders, but each time, someone was either screaming at the table, or I was sitting there crying. She kept leaving, so we could get it together. Sitting down with my mother and my sister made me realize just how much I needed this little this time. This was how it should have been from the very beginning. My father should have never even come because he didn’t do anything but bring drama to the table.
Liam had finally come back to the table, and this time, he was holding my sleeping nephew in his arms. Throughout dinner, my mom went on and on about the big baby shower that she wanted to throw for me, and we argued over different baby names. My mom couldn’t have expressed it more how badly she hoped that I was pregnant with a baby girl, although every night, I was down on my knees, asking God to bless me with a beautiful son.
Almost two hours later, I pulled my car into the driveway. Billionaire was already outside waiting for me. He was sitting on the hood of his car when I pulled up. Paranoia had me texting him when I was five minutes away to meet me outside. Eventually, I would get to a point where I could walk around without having to look over my shoulders, but until then, this big, muscular piece of a man would just have to wait on me hand and foot.
Once I shut the car off, I grabbed my purse and the to-go bag, which housed my leftover food from the restaurant. With the items in my hands, I walked over to him and in the middle of his legs. I raised myself up on my tippy toes, so I could kiss his lips.
“How was your dinner?” he asked right before he jumped down off the hood of the car.
