CHAPTER FIVE
i wish i hated you - ariana grande
"I wish I hated you
I wish that weren't true
Wish there was worse to you
I wish you were worse to me"
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afia sighed, walking out of the meeting room and checking her phone to see if she had any missed messages. there was a text from her mom, asking if she would like to go home for dinner that night and a couple messages from her friends group chat, which she could look at later once she had time.
"ee-ah!" a babble came from behind her. she turned around to see talia - natasha's twenty month old daughter walking unsteadily towards her.
"hello!" afia gasped in a childish tone, holding her arms and picking up the child once it reached her. "now what are you doing here?"
"i'm so sorry." emma - natashas younger sister- said, running up to afia and the baby. "i was looking after her for natasha but i really do need to go now. is natasha around?"
"yeah. she's just finishing something up. sorry, our meeting ran late. you can go on and i'll watch this one for a minute."
"thank you so much!" emma smiled gratefully at the girl, before picking up her bag and leaving.
natasha was a single mother, the father of the child ran away as soon as she told him she was pregnant. "oh well, i don't want a boy like that around my child anyway." natasha told afia, but afia still could tell that natasha struggled a lot of the time. talia spent a lot of time with afia, often travelling the world with her mother following afia to different tournaments. afia became a aunt to the child, caring for her and looking over her as much as she could.
afia held the girl now, bouncing her up and down while making funny faces and noises, making the baby laugh as she played with afia's braids.
"that's not yours is it?" trent asked, startling the girl. afia turned around to see the man walked sullenly into the waiting room.
"yes. this fully white baby is my secret child." afia deadpanned, rolling her eyes as she brought her attention back to the child.
trent sighed, leaning against the wall, watching the woman babble back to the blonde baby, trying to fight the urge to smile.
afia placed the child down onto the floor, holding her hands for support, helping it walk back and forth. talia stopped, looking to the footballer who watched on from the wall. she pointed to him as do only noticing him there. "who dat?"
"oh that, that's no one." afia said, looking at trent before returning her gaze back to talia, crouching down so she was eye level with her.
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" trent narrowed his eyes at the tennis player.
"shh!" afia hissed, clapping her hands over the toddlers ears when trent cursed.
talia babbled as she began to walk towards trent. the footballer bent down, holding his arms out to receive the girl. "hello there!" he smiled at her, putting on a baby voice, surprising afia. she more expected trent to freeze up when near anyone under the age of ten.
trent picked talia up, holding her tightly towards him. "huh? i'm not so bad am i?" trent risked a quick glance to afia, who was rolling her eyes at him.
talia laughed, beginning to hit trent's head like it was a toy drum. afia let out a small laugh at trent's scrunched up face.
talia seemed to find it hilarious as trent guided her hand away. "no," he shook his head, "we don't hit people."
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