The Battle For Her Love

Chapter I

-A new morning-

Drake had placed Isaac on the kitchen counter as he looked through the fridge for a bottle of milk. To no avail he contemplated whether it was responsible to give a two year old a cup with milk or if he should just wait till Nic comes down and makes him a bottle. He looked up at his son who was rubbing his eyes and sighed. These decisions are so difficult.

"Morning señor" Rosa spoke closing the white door behind her and walking up to Isaac, who was in between closing and opening his eyes. "Morning Rosa sleep well?" She shook her head vigorously "Si señor, me and your familia stayed up watchin' t.v. all night" Drake smiled and continued to look in the fridge.

"Señor? What are you looking for?" Drake ignored her question and shut the fridge door. Turning around he smiled at her and picked Isaac up placing him on his hip and walked out of the kitchen. "Let's go see mommy"

He wasn't really dreading seeing her, especially as he had Isaac with him, Nicki wouldn't dare say anything rude while the kids were in their presence. Standing in front of their bedroom door he started to lose a little control over a now overactive Isaac who was bouncing up and down wanting to be put down to run inside. "Yo Isaac calm down man" he whispered but Isaac ignored his dad "mommy" he spoke excitedly. Drake sighed and opened the door, this child already gave it away.

When the door had opened wide enough to see inside, Drake took a few seconds to react. Nicki was already dressed and smiling wide enough to welcome her son with open arms, sitting down on their bed. Placing Isaac down, he cautiously walked towards the bed after closing the door and Isaac ran into his mothers arms. "baby" she cooed, kissing him all over his face.

"So..." Drake tried "Mommy daddy didn't give me no milk." He pouted while Nicki continued to kiss her son good morning. "Nic I ju-" Ignoring him she stood up and walked towards the bedside table and grabbed her phone and made her way to the door while humming a song. "bye bye daddy" Isaac pulled his tongue out and cradled in his moms embrace.
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Coming out of his morning shower he wore his boxers and a Toronto jeresy and laid on his stomach on to the bed. His head facing the window on to the balcony away from the door, he was so far away in his thoughts he hadn't heard the door swing open and quietly shut.

It was only until her small body climbed on top of him and laid down on him that he realised another presence in the room. He didn't bother moving nor did she bother tryna turn him around. They loved this position, it meant so much yet looked like it signified nothing. She traced small circular patterns on to his left arm with her nails and sighed. "I dislike your waffle colored ass sometimes"

He plastered a small smile on to his face "oh so you talking to me now?" She kissed his cheek "I had time to cool down" Sighing he closed his eyes and soaked in the moment, the calm and peacefulness." You need to stop listening to Charlamagne." He spoke in response she giggled. "Cause he be cussing you the fuck out? Nigga is your feelings hurt or nah?" She sat up still straddling him " Drake we need to talk on some like real shit."

Opening his eyes and turning around he nodded. Sitting him up she backed off him and sat beside him. "Drake I want to talk and you listen ok?" Holding his breath he nodded once.

"I don't want to leave you Drake and I won't" She paused for a second avoiding making eye contact and kept looking straight ahead of her. " But we need help. I can't keep allowing Kylie to disrespect me and hurting my baby's feelings just because she's your daughter babe. You know I love your children like my own, whether it's Isaac or Daniel or even Kylie I show them all the same level of love and punishment."

Drake nodded even though she wasn't looking at him, he nodded in agreement. She finally turned her head towards Drake "I want us to see a therapist." Silence overtook the room. Confusion and a little hurt hit Drake like a ton of bricks and he took this opportunity to speak. " what do you mean therapy? What for? Why?" Pursing her lips together she inhaled through her nose and spoke. " Family therapy, to get to the bottom of this."