Baby Daddy

"I'm ten minutes late," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"You're always ten minutes late."

"And you're always stressing but hey. Where's my son?" His dark eyes looked at me and I had to fight every urge not to punch him directly in his face. It would feel good, real good but I always had a need to be the bigger person with him, I liked to prove him wrong.

"He is in his buggy, waiting for you!" I rolled my eyes as he walked into my hallway. Rico was in his buggy, his big eyes looking everywhere.

"Hey little man! Let's go hey, get out of mummy's hair." He turned to me, taking the bag out of my hand. "Sunday evening yeah?"

"Please." I said firmly, before leaning down and giving Rico a kiss.

"I love you baby." I told him and he gurgled up at me. I turned my back to the rest of the house as they left, my skin jumping as he called me.

"Nala," his voice was strong and it was making my anger rise. I hated that we were both so angry every time we set eyes on each other. It destroyed my heart in all honesty.

"Rocky," I said his name back, hand on my hip.

"You need to get laid, chill the fuck out." He was deadly serious and I crossed my arms over my chest. What I wouldn't do to spit in this guys face.

"I had a baby six months ago with a fucking loser so I'm not really interested. Glad you get to do you though." I shrugged, my eyes in slits looking at him.

"I do you're right. Maybe if you ask me nicely I can put you out of your misery," he gave me that stupid smirk. One I used to find sexy, now it infuriated me.

"Not if you were the last man on earth." I told him, my anger coming through my voice. He laughed, the sound piercing my ears.

"See you Sunday," he chuckled, pushing Rico out the door. I shut the door, collapsing on my dark sofa, my head in my hands. My heart tugged at not having Rico with me for the whole weekend. I hated him being away from me when he was so young. But I knew he had to spend time with his dad, it wouldn't be fair on him if he didn't. I groaned as my chest felt the loss of Rocky. This wasn't how our relationship always was. We were together for five years before I fell pregnant with Rico. We lived together, was talking of marriage and all sorts. Then the minute I fell pregnant he changed. Going out every night with the boys, coming in at early hours of the morning. I tried to talk to him about it and he shut me off, as per usual. Throughout my whole pregnancy we drifted further and further apart until the straw that broke the camel's back. He cheated on me, he was at his friend Andrew's until ridiculous time in the night. I lost it and marched over there, belly huge and my anger seething out of me. I expected them to be drunk, smoking and crashed out on sofas. I didn't expect to see some blonde licking his dick. I couldn't come back from it and threw all his shit out my front door. I didn't see him again until I was in labour, nothing worse than being in the worst pain of my life with a man I had nothing but hate for holding my hand. For Rico I wanted our relationship to be friendly at least, but my mind always went there. That image of some random woman licking his tip, just how he liked it.

"Arghh!" I groaned, standing. I had no plans all weekend and needed to get out this fucking house. I picked up my phone from the coffee table, calling the only person who could help me right this second.

"Hey babes." My best friend Gloria sang down the phone. She had two kids herself so last minute Friday night plans were probably out of the question, she did however, have a loving husband so maybe I could go to hers.

"Rocky just left," I sighed, sitting on my bottom step.

"Eww, how was that?" She asked, a slight chuckle in her voice.

"Shit. I know it's super late notice and the kids and stuff but-"

"Let's go out!" She shouted and I burst out laughing, walking up my stairs to my bedroom.

"Are you sure? The kids and stuff," I trailed off.

"I don't want to sound douchey but I luckily don't have a Rocky. Drake can look after his own children." I could hear her eyes rolling and I smiled, opening my wardrobe.

"Thanks G, I need a drink," I breathed out. "Also Rocky told me I need to get laid," I scoffed.

"Ignore him, he does that shit to get a rise out of you. Meet me outside Thai Dynasty at eight?" She asked me. I looked at my watch, it was six thirty. Perfect.

"Wicked. See you then."

"Bye babe." I threw my phone on my bed. Now my next task was attempting to find a dress that actually fit my now changing body. I still felt I looked good, my tits had gone up two cup sizes since Rico. From a simple B to a D on a good day. My arse was huge but that wasn't anything different. I pulled out an orange pencil dress, bringing it up to me. The colour was beautiful, my favourite and it looked even brighter against my light brown skin. I looked in my long mirror, it would certainly do. My black afro hair was currently braided in two long French plait type braids and Gloria had only recently done it for me. It would last a couple of weeks.

"That will do," I said to myself, throwing my dress on the bed. I decided to treat myself and got in the bath, the lavender bubbles nearly exploding out as I got deeper into the probably too warm water. I grabbed my phone off the closed toilet. Rocky hadn't messaged me, which was a good thing. He had Rico every other weekend and I knew he wanted him more and we would discuss it when I went back to work. If we could discuss anything, our communication was non-existent. I flicked through my phone, landing on my pictures. I don't know why I did this to myself, clearly I wasn't over Rocky in the slightest as I flicked through our photos together. I landed on my favourite one of him, he was on his own. We were on holiday. I think it was Costa Rico. I really thought he was going to propose at that holiday, but he didn't. Rocky was standing in the ocean, it up to his muscular thighs.

"Fuck sake," I breathed out as I felt my pussy throb, from a photo how pathetic. He was sexy as fuck, always had been and could get me off just by looking at him. His skin was darker than mine, black tattoos up one arm, spreading onto his neck. I found myself just staring at this image, trying really hard not to touch myself. His chest and stomach were muscular, every muscle defined. He wasn't too big, but his shoulders were so broad. My favourite bit of him. In this picture he was wearing sunglasses, covering his dark eyes, his cap on backwards. I let out a sigh as I swiped right, another photo of him taking my breath away. It must have been the same day as he was wearing the same swimming trunks but he was closer to the camera. His nose spread out as he was grinning, his perfect white teeth staring at me. He looked so happy and it created a lump in my throat. I sat up straighter, shaking my head.

"Nala, fuck sake." I tried to compose myself, getting rid of my tears. I squeaked as a text came through from Rocky.

R: 'He has had dinner. I tried him with chicken. He liked it. Have a good weekend.'

I stared at the simple text. He wasn't always a complete massive cunt. He knew I worried and I appreciated the text.

N: 'Thanks. You too.'

I nearly sent a kiss at the end, I would never have heard the end of that. I put my phone on the side, getting my skates on to actually get ready and have the drink I desperately needed.