Family

Doce

Miami, Florida
7:00 P.M.
The Same Day...

After a long day of shopping for Novah, they were finally back at the house. They all were sitting around the dining table, Novah sitting in Treyton's lap, eating Zaxby's.

"So, boo! What we doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing probably. Why? You wanted to do something?"

"I just want to go out and get her some hair products. I don't think I want to put any weave in her hair at the moment and I can't leave it all out like that."

"Yeah, that's cool."

Before Farah could respond, Novah had interrupted their conversation. She was making a lot of progress since she was out into the girls home.

"EAT! DADA EAT!"

"Hold on, girl. Dang. Don't beat me up."

Laughing dramatically, Novah fell back into his chest cutely. She didn't understand, but to see them happy with her made her excited.

"Don't steal my husband, now. He been mine first."

Instantly, Novah gave Farah a stank side eye. In her mind, Treyton was hers and hers only already.

"No. My dada."

"No. MY dada."

"Don't fight over little ol' me, girls. It's enough to go around."

Laughing, they all continued eating, Novah making sure to stay with HER dada.

10:00 P.M.
Later That Night

After everybody ate, washed, and were sleeping in Farah and Treyton's bed, they were interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

Treyton woke up first, him being the lighter sleeper, and had to restrain himself since he had Novah laying on the left side of his chest and Farah on the right. But, when he heard the banging again ten seconds later, he had to wake them both up.

"Bae! Get up, ma. Somebody at the door."

"Huh? What's wrong, boo?"

"Somebody at the door, man. They banging like the damn police."

"What? You want me to go see?"

"Nah. Just get baby girl and be prepared for anything."

"Okay, boo. Be careful. For real."

"You already know."

Grabbing his gun and making sure Farah and Novah would be okay, Treyton crept down the stairs. Their front door had glass on the sides, so they could see out but nobody could see in.

Peaking through, he saw Bianca and her husband walking back and forth in front of the door. Confused, but visibly mad as hell, he unlocked all three locks and swung the door open aggressively after putting the gun inside a couch pillow.

"Yo! What the fuck y'all doing at my house?!"

"Oh! Hey, Trey. I just- um- I just wanted to stop by. Where's Novah?"

"Man how the hell y'all know where I stay at? The fuck y'all need?"

"Listen, man, my wife said that you and your friend adopted our baby girl. We just want her back; we can do it without all that court mess because she already know us."

"I don't know what y'all thought was finna happen hea, but imma need y'all to get the hell from in front my house. Banging in my damn door and making me wake up my WIFE!"

"Well, we can just get Novah and be on our way. How does that sound?"

"Sound like bullshit to me."

When Bianca was getting ready to interject again, Farah came walking down the stairs slowly while holding Novah tightly.

"What's wrong, boo? Why you yelling like that?"

"I'm sorry, bae. These stupid a- behind people coming up here trying to get baby girl."

"What? Who?"

Looking around Treyton, Farah got irritated just that quick. Bianca only smirked at her, thinking she had one up on her.

"Why the hell you making that ugly face? Don't you look scary enough?"

"Excuse me? And who are you to be questioning me?"

"You know me. You been trying to get with my HUSBAND for some years now. El oh el. Don't play stupid, stalker girl."

Just that quick, Farah had gotten completely under Bianca's skin.

"Umm hi. My name is Clarence. I'm sorry for my wife, but we can just take her off your hands since she already down here."

"I just told y'all nah. Did I not?"

"Well it's not your choice. She our child biologically."

"Was she y'all child when y'all abused her? Was she y'all child when y'all neglected her?"

"That's none of your business!"

"And Novah is now nine of Y'ALL business! Goodnight."

When Farah tried to shut the door, Bianca tried forcing it back open at the same time. So, Farah handed a now slightly awake Novah to Treyton, grabbed Bianca by her hair, and dragged her to the end of their driveway.

"I told you I was going to get yo' ass. You lucky MY daughter woke. Now go on 'bout yo' stupid ass business and don't show up here again you illiterate ass little girl."

Shaking and scared, Bianca nodded and ran the rest of the way to her and Clarence's car. He was back in front of the door having a stare off with Treyton.

"You can follow yo' wife, little nigga."

"I'm coming back for her. Don't get too comfortable, sir."

"And I go to war for mines. Jump stupid if you ready to risk it all."

Intimidated, Clarence slowly backed away. He ran into Farah, since he wasn't faced the correct way, and she made sure to put out her foot to trip him.

Bending down to his level, she said,

"You and yo' bitter ass wife better fall in line sooner rather than later. Let it go. She ours now and ain't shit y'all can do."

Standing up quickly, Clarence started speed walking to the car. When he made it, he hopped in and sped off fast. They'll be back, though.

Farah and Treyton, along with a now wide awoke Novah went back into the house. They all got a snack from the kitchen before heading back into Farah and Treyton's room. They quickly ate, and everyone fell back asleep just as fast as they woke up like nothing happened.