Dayvi

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Wreck, Lake, and Vant stood off to the side impatiently as Mucci fought with Demetrius to get him out of the car.

“Demetrius, you don’t want to see your baby brother?”

“NO!” he crossed his arms in defiance.

“Okay,” Mucci shrugged, adjusting the purse on her shoulder. “I guess I’ll just tell Hassan you wouldn’t listen,” she said, and immediately Demetrius lifted his arms with an attitude but still willing to go now that his father was mentioned.

Laughing to herself, Mucci picked him up and threw him on her hip then closed the door. “Come on y’all,” she started walking and the boys followed.

The whole time Demetrius’ face was balled up. He knew his mommy’s stomach held another baby. He knew she smiled talking about that baby. It did not make him happy to see the baby that made his mommy smile. Why couldn’t he make his mommy smile?

“Mucci, we get food?” Wreck asked.

“After we see your baby brother.”

“Okay,” he huffed.

Demetrius was on her hip, and he looked down at Wreck. He kept kicking his foot, purposely trying to connect it with his head but to the naked eye, was just doing something innocent.

“Ow!” he succeeded as Wreck rubbed the side of his head. “Stop Demetrius!”

“What he do?” Mucci looked down, while trying to make sure she was going the right way as well.

“He kick me!”

“Cut it out,” she said, not really paying them much mine. Demetrius was now in her arms glaring at Wreck. He wanted to kick him again for saying anything. When he got close enough, he leaned down and full on slapped him on the head.

“Hey!”

“Demetrius,” Mucci softly tapped his leg. “I said cut it out and Wreck stop bein’ a baby, that lil ass kick shit ain’t hurt.”

“Hm!” Wreck crossed his arms, glaring at Demetrius who was glaring right back with a stare so menacing, he moved away from his little brother. He bumped into Lake who pushed him away.

“Oh shit, there it is,” Mucci said as they finally reached the door. Rasheeda was already in there all hugged up with Hassan while she was the one toting his child. She couldn’t stand any of his bitches.

“What’s wrong son?” Hassan asked Lake.

Everything muted in Demetrius’ little mind. He heard the voices, but they were muffled. All he could focus on was the bundle in his father’s arms. His mother’s smile. His little body became heated and Mucci looked to him with her brows furrowed, feeling his physical change.

Suddenly, the bundle’s cry broke through and brought him back to reality and he couldn’t stand the sound. It was like nails on a chalkboard to his two-year-old ears. He hated it. It made him angrier that his father was holding and caressing the bundle too. Why was his daddy patting his back and kissing him?

Pushing away, and sliding down off of Mucci, Demetrius stomped over with rage. His father was saying something, but he couldn’t hear voices. He only heard that godawful cry and he wanted it to stop. The cry from the bundle that came from his mommy’s tummy.

Hassan must have thought his son was coming to see the baby, but Demetrius let him know his intention when he balled his fists and clocked the bundle right on the forehead making it cry even harder.

Oh no he didn’t!” Demetria yelled, getting out of the bed. She grabbed Demetrius by the arm roughly and smacked him on the butt several times. Although he could feel the swats, he just let her spin him and spank, but his glare was still on that crying ass bundle.

What the fuck did I say about hittin’ him?” Hassan hopped up. He didn’t even care she’d just given birth and pushed her stupid ass into all the medical equipment.

He hit my baby!” Demetria was getting fed up with Hassan constantly letting their son slide with his behavior.

“So! Is he dead? He’s fine.” Hassan looked at their newborn, and he wasn’t even crying anymore. Demetrius punched his little ass quiet. If he wasn’t mad, he would’ve laughed but when he looked over at his son, he was standing off to the side—his two-year-old son and he was…smiling.

The bundle was quiet now and Demetrius was smiling.

*******

His daddy told him the bundle’s name was Dayvion. He could only say Dayvi.

He had to be nice to Dayvi.

No more hitting.

He had to love Dayvi.

Dayvi was the baby.

His baby brother.

Demetrius couldn’t understand all of it, but he understood the words his father repeated over and over whenever he got rough with his older brothers.

Be nice.

No hitting.

However, he did not want to be nice to the Dayvi that made his mother smile. The bump that turned into a bundle that made his mother smile was now Dayvi. His little brother.

Demetrius watched everyone go in and out of the bedroom all day since Dayvi came home. Lake, Wreck and Vant hype asses were all happy when they went in the room with Dayvi. They never wanted to play with him like that. Never wanted to sit around him like that.

He knew he hit a lot.

He just couldn’t help it.

The door was closed now, and he was waiting for his father to come out so he could put him to sleep. He liked for Hassan to rock him to sleep. It felt easy to sleep in his daddy’s arms. Lake was getting on his nerves that day, otherwise he didn’t mind sleeping with him. He wasn’t allowed in the room anymore because his mommy didn’t like how he reacted towards Dayvi.

“Demetrius, why you out here?” Mucci stood over the mean little two-year-old sitting in the hallway with his arms crossed and a permanent grimace on his face.

“Lemme lone!” he kicked his foot at her, and she smiled before kneeling down in front of him.

“Is the baby upset?” she teased and Demetrius turned to her, his eyes meeting her gaze head on. He didn’t blink or look away. He held her in a stare-off. A hard stare off and she smirked, highly impressed. “You’re not the baby anymore.”

“Yes…” he huffed, never breaking eye contact. “I baby.”

“Noooo…” she shook her head slowly. “Dayvi,” she slyly remarked. “Is the baby.”

“I…baby,” Demetrius said it so coldly that a chill crawled up her spine. This was a fucking child; a toddler. Yet there was something behind those eyes that refused to move. An intensity. A presence. An aura that didn’t belong to a child. Strong fucking aura and Mucci lived for it. Loved it. She hadn’t expected anything less from Hassan’s offspring. Every last one of them had something about them, and she enjoyed poking at it just to see what surfaced.

“Your mommy says Dayvi is the baby.”

“Go. Way…” Demetrius said, trying to say go away, eyes brimming with anger.

“Hm.” Mucci shrugged carelessly, stood, and walked away.

Demetrius’ eyes followed her until she disappeared down the stairs. Once she was completely out of sight, he released the breath he’d been holding, his jaw tightening at the way she’d antagonized him. He couldn’t put a name to what she’d done, but he felt it. Deeply. Something about the way she’d spoken made it seem as though he wasn’t the baby anymore, and he hated how it made him feel.

Time was up.

Demetrius wanted his daddy now.

Rising from the floor, he marched to the bedroom door and banged on it.

“Daddy!”

The door opened and Demetrius just wanted to be in his father’s arms but the glimpse of his mother lovingly rocking the bundle…the Dayvi. He couldn’t contain what he felt inside. It hurt. He felt hot. He wanted to combust and it only came out with aggression. Violence.

Hassan could see it all over his face and caught his son before he could fly into the room and probably whoop Dayvion’s ass. Anytime Demetrius got like this, he felt immense guilt. How could his baby hold such anger? Get so hot? Show so much aggression?

“Mommy!” Demetrius reached for her. He wanted a hug. A smile. A comforting rock and pat on the butt.

“Hassan, please, get him out of here,” Demetria rolled her eyes. “Gonna wake my baby up.”

“I baby too!” Demetrius reached out for her while in his father’s hold.

“No, not right now,” she rejected her son and he threw a raging fit. Why wouldn’t she just hold him? He was going to be nice. He wouldn’t hit if she held him like she held Dayvi.

“I BABY!”

“Son, calm down…” Hassan carried him out kicking and screaming. “MOMMY!” He carried him to the living room and did his best to calm him down. He held him by the arms and legs as still as he could until the fit he was experiencing passed.

“Mommy…” Demetrius panted after minutes of having a fit, like he’d walked a dessert and needed water. His little chest heaved up and down as his breathing returned to normal. “Mommy…” he cried out, and it tore Hassan’s chest open. If Sav didn’t need the bitch, she would be the fuck out on the streets.

“I know man…” Hassan turned him around, holding him, rubbing his back as he always did. “I love you man.”

Demetrius would have settled for that if he didn’t witness his mother being capable of doing what she refused to do with him.

“Mommy…”

“She with your brother right now.”

“I baby too!”

“You are man, but Dayvion is smaller and needs her right now.”

“No Dayvi!” Demetrius yelled. “No Dayvi!”

“Yes, that is your brother.”

“No!” he hit his father’s shoulder. “No Dayvi!”

Hassan let out a heavy breath not knowing what the hell to do for the first time. Demetrius wasn’t accepting Dayvion and his youngest needed his mother right now.

“Be nice, Demetrius.”

“No!”

“Then you won’t be able to go in there with Mommy. You can’t hurt your baby brother.”

“NO DAYVI!” Demetrius shouted going off once again and Hassan simply sat with him until he calmed again. His new son wasn’t introduced into the world in a welcoming way at all. “NO DAYVI!”

In Demtrius’ two-year-old heart, hate had already found it’s place somehow.

Somehow, he already hated.

And he hated Dayvi.