Our Little Secret

Fifty-Two

"You still mad at me?" Meek asked, looking at Nicki who had a resting bitch face.

She ignored him, stirring her sugar into her coffee. Meek stared at her, licking his lips. She wore a light pink crop top, red lace panties, and pink Chanel slides. Her hair was in it's natural curls and put up into a messy bun.

"Onika," he said.

She lifted the cup up to her lips, taking a few sips. Leaning over the sink, she spit it out, then poured the coffee out and put her cup in the sink.

"You still mad at me, baby?" Meek asked, walking over.

Nicki looked at him. "Don't come over here touching on me, Meek."

"Yo, I really wish you would chill the fuck out. Come here," he said, grabbing her arm.

"Let me go, Meek!" She screamed, trying to hit him.

He immediately gripped her neck, choking her. She looked up at him, mugging him.

"Baby girl.. you gone fucking listen to me, ard? I'm sorry for being all up on Tianna yesterday. That wasn't my intention. It was just a hug. I apologize if I made it seem like more. You know I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. I understand the shit that she put us through, but just know that the shit is dead now. I'ma make sure she don't try anything, ard? Now stop being mad at me and give me a kiss."

He pressed his lips against hers and she kissed back. He pulled away and let her go. She rolled her eyes, turning around, cutting the coffee maker off.

"You're lucky I love your dumbass."

"I'm a dumbass?" He chuckled.

Nicki pushed him a little with her shoulder.

"Move out of my way."

"Ard, little girl. Don't get fucked up."

She turned around, looking at him.

"Who gone fuck me up?" She asked.

Meek walked towards her, pressing her against the wall. He leaned down so that he was close to her ear, and he smirked.

"Keep fucking playing and you won't be walking for a week," he said lowly.

She pushed him back, rolling her eyes. They heard a thud from upstairs and soon, Rihmeek started crying. They both rushed upstairs into their bedroom, seeing Rihmeek on the floor crying.

"My babyyyy. Come here," Nicki said, picking him up, holding him close to her chest.

"You good? Let me see," Meek said, lifting Rihmeek's chin.

He had a scratch underneath his eye that was bleeding. Meek checked the rest of his face, then went into the bathroom to get a towel, some ointment, and a bandaid. After cleaning the scrape and putting ointment on it, Meek placed a bandaid over it and kissed the top of Rihmeek's head.

"Stop crying, man. It's all better."

Rihmeek calmed down and wiped his tears. Nicki kissed his cheek and looked at him.

"Está bien, bebé," Nicki said softly.

He laid his head against her chest and she rubbed his back. She kissed his cheek again, then laid him down on the bed, where he fell back asleep. She put pillows on his side so that he wouldn't fall again.

"Come here, Nic."

She walked over to Meek and he gripped her neck tightly, tonguing her down. She kissed back, putting her hands on his chest. Moaning a little, she pulled away and looked up at him.