Our Little Secret

Sixty-One

| Three Weeks Later |

"Daddyyyy!" Asami and Ayane smiled, reaching up for Meek.

He chuckled a little and picked them both up, kissing all over their faces. They giggled, pushing his head away, pulling at his beard.

"Wassup? Y'all been good?" He asked.

"Yeah!" They both smiled, nodding.

He looked up, seeing Nicki walking down the stairs with Rihmeek in her arms. She put him down and walked away into the kitchen.

"Hey, dad!" Rihmeek smiled.

"Wassup?" Meek smiled, looking at him.

He put the twins down and walked into the kitchen, where Nicki was cutting up peppers. He leaned against the wall and cleared his throat. Nicki stopped cutting the peppers and looked back.

"Can I take the kids for today? I wanna spend some time with them," he said.

"You're being nice to me today? That's a first," she said, going back to chopping the peppers up.

Meek watched her, seeing her in small shorts, a tank top, and slides. Her hair was up in a bun. He licked his lips and sighed.

"I realized ain't no point in arguing no more. It's not getting us no fucking where," he said. "So I'ma be the bigger person and apologize. I'm sorry for blaming all that shit on you. I was hurt."

"I forgive you," she said, stopping, staring at the wall with her back facing him. "Maybe you were right, though. I've been thinking.. all of this shit is my fault. I'm not a good enough spouse or a good enough mother. I couldn't even protect myself, let alone my own son."

Meek shook his head. "Nah.. don't blame yourself. I gotta right my wrongs, Nic. Drunk or not, I shouldn't have put my hands on you. You was a good wife to me.. you didn't deserve that shit. You didn't deserve to get hit by that pussy nigga either."

"I know that you were drunk... you didn't mean to put your hands on me. I know that. I forgave you for it, Meek. I just don't understand why you would yell at me like that and why you would say those hurtful things to me," Nicki said, turning around.

Meek saw the tears falling from her eyes, making him sigh. She wiped some of her tears and shook her head.

"It was my fault, wasn't it?" She asked.

"It wasn't, Nic. I was overreacting."

She shook her head. "It was my fault."

"It wasn't. Come here," he said, walking closer to her.

She shook her head as more tears fell. She backed into the corner and slid down the wall, crying hard. Meek walked over, picking her up.

"I'm sorry," she cried, clinging onto his shirt.

"Shhh.. it's not ya fault."

He carried her to her bedroom, closing the door. Laying her on the bed, he rubbed her back and moved her hair out of her face.

"Calm down. Don't work yourself up, Nic."

She calmed down a little, wiping her eyes. Meek looked down at her, sighing.

"Do.. do you still love me?" She asked quietly.

"Of course I still love you, Nic."

She shook her head. "It doesn't seem like it."

"I do love you."

"I miss you, Meek. I'm sorry for all that I've done," she told him. "For all that I've said."