Page 69 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

“Aye, why are you sharing that much space with my wife?” Daddy’s voice interrupted what Noah was about to say.

I looked up to find him staring towards the window, his face scrunched up. I followed his line of sight. Momma and Lyfe were both sitting on the extended windowsill. Close, but not close enough to cause any issue.

Lyfe chuckled, throwing his hands up. “Just speaking to an old friend.” The smirk on his face hinted at more than friendship, making Daddy's eyes narrow.

“Old friend?” Daddy responded, glaring at Momma’s guilty expression.

“He was African Giant’s bodyguard.”

Momma had said she wasn’t involved with African Giant, and now I kind of believed her. She looked guilty of something. Maybe those pictures in the tabloids of her with African Giantwere actually with Lyfe, and African Giant just happened to be there. She’d toured with him when she and Daddy were split up. If she did mess with him, she hadn’t done anything wrong, but knowing Momma—and how Daddy is—she’d probably take whether she did or didn’t to the grave.

Lyfe gave Momma a nod and a smile before tapping the foot of my bed with his big hand. Momma liked big hands.

“I wish you and your daughter the best of health. I’ll be leaving now.” He turned his eyes to Noah. “I’ll call you.”

Daddy glared at him until he left, then turned his red face to Momma. She sighed hard, “Later, not now, Troy.”

I wanted to take Momma’s side and tell Daddy to chill out. He messed around during tours before he met Momma, then had a baby on her. Who knew what else happened while they were broken up? Momma didn’t even want to know, but he was obsessed with her past.

We needed a distraction. “What are we naming the baby? I pick Valentina.” I said before remembering something vital. “Where are your grandparents?”

“They’re dead,” Noah said plainly, as if he was talking about the weather.

Wolfgang chimed in. “My father had a heart attack, and my mother somehow tripped and fell down the stairs, breaking her neck.” He and Noah exchanged glances, and I looked over at Momma and Daddy for answers. Momma shrugged. “I wasn’t there.”

“Neither was I,” Daddy added. That left Wolfgang.

“Where’s the nurse?” I asked him.

“Back in Eastern Europe somewhere—at least she boarded a plane heading there.”

Noah and Wolfgang exchanged another look that had me wondering what they had done.

Creed-

Noah slapped his hand over my mouth. "Shhh, you have to be quiet. You know your daughter has supersonic hearing, and your parents are awake," he whispered, amusement in his bright blue eyes. He thrust his dick deeper into me as our skin glided together. His thumb slipped between my lips, and I captured it between my teeth, biting down. His eyes went wide. He snatched his hand away, and I giggled. Roughly gripping my chin, he silenced me again by slamming his mouth against mine. He picked up speed. I swear I heard the bathroom sink groan under my weight, but I was too gone to care. If I fell, I fell. It had been a week since we last had sex, and I was getting this nut.

"Creed," the sound of my father's voice shattered through what I wanted and what was going to happen. I shoved Noah away so quickly he almost fell. He glared at me with wide eyes. I shrugged. There was no way I was continuing to have sex with my father outside the room. "Yes, Daddy?"

"Your mother and I are going to take Ayaan to breakfast with us."

Both Noah and I groaned quietly.

"Okay, Daddy, but please do not give her adult food."

We made it to Florida last night around nine PM. We went to shower and unwind, leaving our seven-month-old daughter in the hands of my parents. When we came back down, she was growling like a bear, trying to gum the meat off of a chicken leg, while my momma recorded it. She literally went crazy when I took it from her, throwing a tantrum until I gave it back. Momma recorded that too. Then Daddy accidentally dropped apiece of sweet potato pie on her table. She shoved at it, then shoved her entire hand in her mouth, sucking it clean. It was funny and cute, but I wanted to talk to the doctors first before introducing solids besides baby food. Daddy wanted to know why I thought she would be allergic to anything when neither Noah nor I were. He made a good point, but I didn’t want to find out the hard way.

I didn't have to be able to see my father to know he was on the other side of the door making a face. "She'll be fine, Creed."

His casual dismissal meant I could expect my child to come back smelling like pancakes. I wouldn’t forbid it; Ayaan seemed to enjoy her little adventure into the world of food, and it was hard to argue with him. He was back to his normal self after Maine's death. We could mention her without him looking as if he was going to break. Counseling with the family was going well. Momma and I were in a space where we were communicating better. I understood her more, and Ayaan seemed to enjoy her little adventure into the world of soul food.

"Okay, Daddy," I tried to keep my tone light as realization hit me. Mommy and Daddy would be gone, leaving me to be nosy. Ever since Noah had hired Lyfe and I saw him and Momma together, I knew there had to be something more between them. Hell, I would have tried him. He was so big and sexy, with this lazy Up North drawl, but Momma would not tell me anything about him, no matter how I begged. But what Momma didn’t know that I knew was that she had a little hiding place in the labyrinth of a closet. It was a 20x20 square foot room where my Momma kept her clothes, old costumes, and memories tucked away. When I was little and she was out on tour, I would search through her stuff, playing dress-up. Now that we were back in Florida, I had a chance to be nosy.

"Bye, Creed," I heard my father's footsteps retreating away from the door, then stop. "You too, Noah," he added. We both groaned again. We definitely weren’t finishing any sexual activities.

Creed-

The moment I stepped into Mom's closet, it felt like entering a secret chamber. It was like a room in one of those children's books where you could be swept away into a hidden world. Every corner held pieces of her journey as the famous Scarlett Rose. She never threw anything away. There were racks of leather jackets, shelves lined with custom boots that had stomped across countless stages. On the walls were framed photographs of her in the spotlight. She loved the ones of her surrounded by fans. That’s how she stayed popular for so long. Momma was famous but not too famous to party with her fans or show up at her kids' school.

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