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Derek & Ahsha FANFIC: Better For You (Chapter 2)

*Authors Note: I’m baaaack with the second chapter, and the mess is just getting started! Thank you all for your patience, and please make sure to enjoy the roller-coaster of a ride that is: Better For You. Chapter 2 looks deeper into our favourite Devil, and his liking of our favourite Devil Girl. We also finally meet Mary Roman, Dionne (Derek’s sister) and… someone else. Hope you guys enjoy my new fan fic series. You can catch the rest of the story here. Remember to let me know your thoughts :) @betnetworks*

It was the morning after the eventful night before, and Derek was deep in his thoughts. The player was laid against his pillow looking up at the ceiling above. He couldn’t help but cast his mind back to everything that had gone down last night. It wouldn't have been a typical day in “Bad Boy” Derek Roman’s life if things didn’t end up getting out of control, or becoming overly dramatic. Drama seemed to follow the star athlete wherever he went and he was honestly fed up. However, as bad as the night had turned out to be… Derek couldn’t deny that seeing the latest addition to the Los Angeles Devil Girls – Ahsha Hayes, wasn’t the highlight of his night.

With that said, his brief smile at the thought was quickly replaced with a frown once reminded that his chances with the dancer could’ve possibly been ruined now… all because of the very person laid up next to him in the bed.

“Mmm…” Came her soft groan as she moved her dainty hand down towards his boxers, and began to caress his thick bulge.

“Claudette, chill.” He tiredly spoke. Usually, it wouldn’t take much for the player to dick a woman down and have her walking funny for the rest of the week. However, Derek just wasn’t here for it this time.

“Shh… relax, baby. Let me take care of you…” The vixen cooed as she placed a kiss on his bare chest, before flicking her tongue against his nipple… whilst still massaging his goods.

“I said stop.” His tone more serious. Although what she was doing felt good… and it felt real good. Derek had someone else on his mind.

“You always tell me to stop…” She purred. Her hands now sliding into his boxers, as she took a hold of his huge piece. “But you know you don’t want me to.” And just like that she began to stroke his dick, making sure to get a real feel of her man.

“Shit, I’d rather have someone else do this to me…” He mumbled to himself, not caring whether or not he was heard.

“The fuck did you just say?” He was heard. Claudette immediately stopped what she was doing and propped herself up.

“If you have to ask… chances are you already heard what I said.”

She took one look at him, feeling a surge of female rage and instantly lost it.

“Motherfucker!” She shouted, slapping the hell out of his bare chest with all her might before leaving the bed. “I don’t need this shit. I’m about to have a single out and start my clothing line.”

“I know you did not just hit me! I know you did not just do that!” Derek loudly spoke out, as his eyes narrowed in on hers.

“Damn right I did, nigguh. Fuck you!” The real ATL in Claudette came out of her like it was nothing, as she stood on the other side of the bed in just her thong.

Like an instant reflex, Derek jumped straight out of the bed and rushed right over to where she was standing. Words could not describe the rage he was now feeling. The player knew never to put his hands on any woman, however he’d be damned if anyone ever disrespected him in such a way.

“You know what…” His tone was so low and deep, as his dark pools intensified on hers. “Count yourself lucky that this nigga ain’t the type to put hands on a bitch.”

“Bitch? Fuc…” Claudette tried to slap the player across the face but got caught mid-air once again.

“You are really testing me, Claudette.” His grip tightened as he walked her back towards the wall. “The next time you ever try this shit again… I won’t be so nice.” Her back hit the wall. “I’m not gonna tell you again.”

Seeing Derek in this light instantly silenced her. She was slightly frightened and wouldn’t dare say anything else to piss him off even further. But man… was she turned on. There was nothing sexier than having a big strong man put you in your place when necessary. The two acquaintances remained silent as they continued to stare one another down. Their bare chests heaved, whilst only the sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room.

“You ain’t got nothin to say now, huh?” He moved even closer to her to the point where her breasts were now pressed against him. “That’s what I thought.” He finally added before attempting to walk away… only to be stopped.

“Wait…” Claudette quietly spoke, reaching for his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She pleaded, but the player remained silent.

“Derek, I’m sorry.” The vixen apologized once again. This time placing a kiss on his bare chest. “I’m sorry.” She repeated, moving down on the athlete until…

“Mmm…” She groaned as she slowly shoved his thick dick into her mouth.

Derek was just tired. Tired of fighting her off. Tired of the constant back and forth. Tired of wasting time on someone who merely saw him for two things… money and sex (though he only gave her one of those things). The simple fact that the he wasn’t even enjoying the head he was receiving, was all the confirmation he needed to finally end whatever the hell this was. Derek was done fucking with Claudette, and since this would be the last time she’d ever get to feel him again… the player thought he’d might as well let her finish the job.

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11:00am

After one hell of a stressful ass morning, Derek really needed some alone time… and what better way than to run a few errands. Usually, the player would get whatever he wanted delivered… or would simply get his personal chef to prepare his meals for him. However, he needed the fresh air and could stand to leave the house and all of the drama that seemed to follow him.

Whole Foods Market it was.

—–

“Coach is a damn trip. None of this shit is better than some smothered ribs…” The player thought to himself as he picked up a few salmon fillets.

“Fuck it.” He called out, before rushing back over to the meat section. “What he don’t know, won’t kill him.” He laughed whilst placing some ribs and other selections of meat into his cart.

Derek continued to make his way around the store with a few fans spotting him – though he didn’t mind at all. He smiled and waved, then kept it moving. Once making his way over to the fruit section, the player couldn’t help but hear a familiar voice coming down the aisle. The universe truly did work wonders.

“Jey it’s fine. I don’t plan on speaking to his ass anytime soon. Keith has pushed me too far this time.” The dancer spoke on the phone as she stopped in front of the banana section.

“Ahsha.” The player smiled to himself but chose to keep a low profile until she got off the phone.

“But anyway… I call you back sis. I need to get some fruit, cos these shorts are starting to feel a little too tight.” She tried to suppress her raspy laugh. “Ooh… now you know I’m gonna tell my mom you said that about her ass! Bye.” Finally hanging up the phone, she made her way over to the exotic fruit section failing to realise the handsome player stood just a few feet away from her.

“I think you look sexy as hell in those shorts…” Came his smooth response as he eyed her up from head to toe. The familiar voice instantly caused her head to shoot up… as well as the hairs on the back of her neck.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to eaves drop?” She replied, rolling her eyes. Damn he looked good.

“Guess I missed that talk.” He smirked.

“Of all the places…” She sighed, turning back to look at the fruits.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Maybe I should just come back later…”

“Wow… so you hate me that much?” Derek’s words caused her to stop. Why was he so damn fine? She thought to herself. Just seeing the definition of his arms in the tank top he was wearing, was driving her crazy.

“I don’t hate you, Derek. I barely know you, in fact. I’d just rather avoid all the drama.” She was half telling the truth.

“Drama? You talking about last night?” He pressed. Ahsha could only play with the imaginary lint on her crop top.

“Look, Ahsha… I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t expect for things to go down like that. But I can’t take responsibility for how Claudette acted. She’s a grown ass woman.”

“You’re right.” Derek honestly wasn’t the problem. “I guess I should say sorry for losing my temper too.”

“You had every right to. No need to apologize.”

“Fine by me…” She laughed, looking up at him.

“Besides, you look hot when you get mad.” He bit his lip, only getting her hotter.

“That’s a whole lot of meat you got there…” The dancer tried to change the topic, looking at his cart. However, she failed to realise how that actually sounded out loud.

“Well… I’m a big man, with an even bigger appetite.” Derek grinned… not missing what she had said.

“Right.” She nervously laughed, finally catching on.

“So, you came all the way to the exotic fruit section… only to get boring ass bananas?”

“Funny. I actually came for this too…” She reached out to grab a Dragon Fruit.

“They’re overrated.”

“And they’re great for your metabolism. Nobody asked you.” She playfully shook her head.

“Yeah, well these are good too…” He reached for a pineapple.

“Hold up. So, you talk about me getting some boring ass bananas… yet come here just to get a pineapple?” The dancer raised her brow.

“Yup. They have health benefits too…”

“Go on…”

“Good blood circulation isn’t the only thing they help with…” He licked his lips, hoping she’d catch on to his double meaning – in which she did.

“You’re a mess, and that’s a myth.” She quickly turned to get more fruits.

“Not from what I’ve been told…”

“Seriously?” She looked less than impressed.

“Ahsha, I’m just messing with you. Chill out…” He laughed. “You’re too easy.”

“Whatever…” The dancer couldn’t help but laugh also.

“Oh, she laughs.” Derek moved in closer. “You should let me do that more often, you know… make you laugh.”

“Should we really be having this conversation here?” Ahsha looked around nervously.

“You’re right. How about I take you out, and we have it then?”

“Derek…”

“Just think about it.” The player whispered in her ear before placing an intense kiss on her cheek. “See you around, Ahsha…” He ended as his hand lingered on the side of her face.

As if her knees weren’t already weak. No matter how much she tried to shake her thoughts of the star athlete, he’d do something else to make her swoon. Ahsha took a few more seconds to cherish the kiss, and the scent he left… before telling herself to let things go. Between Keith and his constant bullshit… she really wasn’t about to add anymore drama into her life.

Once Derek had left the aisle, Ahsha looked down into her cart only to notice five $100 bills on top of her groceries.

“He didn’t…” She said to herself in shock, before shaking her head with slight smile.

Her love certainly could not be bought… but man was this man was just too smooth.

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6:00pm

It had been a very productive day for the athlete, and he honestly felt good. After spending a few hours working out and practicing his jump shots at home – he felt it was time to pay the two most important women in his life a visit. Following the incident, Derek would literally stay put in his mansion and rarely ever left. Mary and Dionne would come by most days to visit and keep him company, but it still wasn’t the same. However, with his new outlook on life… it was time to start being the son and brother he knew he could be.

Pulling up to the large gates in his black Ferrari, he pressed the intercom.

“Hold on Cam… who is it?” Came the sassy tone of the young female.

“You know who it is, Dee. Quit playing and buzz me in.”

“He forgot his keys again, Cam. I caaan’t!” The player heard her over the intercom on the phone. “How you forget your keys every single time?” She continued, now talking to her brother.

“Dionne. I’m not gonna tell yo ass again. Buzz me in!” He spoke louder.

“Ooh you tried it, Derek.” She rolled her eyes. The gates finally opened to welcome him in.

“Watch when I get inside.”

—–

Once the player finally parked his car and entered the family mansion only to see his sister standing by the door… he instantly snatched her phone from her hand.

“Derek! Stop.” Dionne tried to reach for the phone, but Derek’s tall stature and long ass arms were too much for her.

“Camryn, Dionne will call you back.” He hung up the phone.

“Derek!” She tried to pull on his arm but the player was too damn strong.

“Lucky I don’t take over your damn snapchat and embarrass that ass more.” He handed the phone back to her. “Next time, open up the damn gates when I tell you to.”

“Sasquatch ass.” She shot back, running before he could grab her again.

“What!” He called out, pretending to be mad.

“If you two don’t quit making all that damn noise in my house…” Mary Roman came from the kitchen less than impressed.

“Your big-headed son started it, mama.”

“I don’t care who started it! And his head is not big.” Mary replied, before walking over to embrace her first born. “My handsome baby boy is perfect.”

“That’s right ma.” Derek smiled, hugging his mother back as he winked at his younger sister… to which she responded with a middle finger.

“Ugh, I can’t stand y’all.” Dionne playfully rolled her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be jealous baby girl. Come here…” Mary teased.

“Nah, we good.”

“Shut up, Derek.”

“You two are about to do my damn head in. Go in the kitchen and eat the food I made, before I change my mind.” Both Derek and Dionne followed their mothers order, still going back and forth with each other along the way.

—–

After sharing a few laughs and engaging in some conversation over the nice home cooked meal Mary had made… Dionne had taken off to the living room engaged in an important phone call with Camryn – whilst Derek stood by the counter thinking to himself after starting the dishwasher.

“So… what’s on my handsome son’s mind?” Mary asked noticing the absent look on Derek’s face.

“Huh? Oh nothing ma… I’m cool.” He replied snapping out of his thoughts.

“Boy, please. I carried your ass for 9 months. Went through 32 hours of labour… just to give birth to your 8lbs 2oz behind. I know you more than you know yourself.” Mary put her glass down on the kitchen island, folding her arms afterwards.

“Here you go.” The player laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Honestly mom, I’m straight.” He tried to brush the topic off once again, however Mary wasn’t having it or buying it.

“Derek Marcel Roman… if I have to ask you one more time.” She raised her brow.

“Alright, alright. I mean so… there’s this girl…” Derek began, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hold on. In all 29 years of your life, you have never… not once come home to tell me about any girl.” Mary damn near chocked on her wine at her son’s shock revelation, and she hadn’t even heard all of it. The look on her face said it all.

Derek had never really opened up about the various women in his life as all of them were nothing more than just a booty call to him. As harsh as it sounded, it was the truth and went both ways most of the time. The occasional flavour of the month would want more from Derek, however the player just knew that none of those women were wifey material. None of them up until encountering someone else…

“Tell me about it. I must be trippin.”

“Or she must be something special.” The protective mother spoke dubiously. “So… how did you meet this girl?”

“We met at my party last night… and ran into each other again at the store earlier.”

“Oh, so you met her at the club? I see.” Mary was already over this conversation. She knew women flocked to her son and not just because of his good looks. Derek was the ultimate catch. He was tall, handsome, smart, rich, talented, athletic and not to mention again… FILTHY RICH. In her eyes… there was no way you could meet a decent girl at a club, especially not in Los Angeles. Therefore, she’d be damned if any girl tried to trap her son.

“It’s not even like that, ma.” Derek tried to reason, laughing to himself once again. He just knew this would be his mother’s reaction and couldn’t blame her at all. Mary simply wasn’t here for any woman, and nor was he most of the time. But things felt different now… and he had to let her know that.

“Derek. There are only two types of girls you will meet at the club. Bottle Service Rats & hot in the coochie Gold Diggers ready to open up their legs, for a lotta bit of change.”

“Imma act like I didn’t just here you say that… but I understand where you’re coming from. However, Ahsha isn’t either of those mom.”

“Ahsha? See now… that name in itself is a lil ratchet.” Mary teased, before taking a swig of her wine.

Though she wasn’t very fond of the fact that her son almost seemed head over heels… she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t nice to see Derek feel this way about someone for a change. As a mother, she wanted nothing more than for her son to meet and fall in love with a genuine girl that loved him unconditionally. She knew Derek had the biggest heart and a lot of love to give, and though he had struggled over the years with his pent-up anger and wild ways… he still deserved nothing but the best. Both of her children did.

“Damn…” Derek mumbled to himself. This was going to be hard.

“Look baby, you know I support you in everything you do. You’re a smart man, plus I damn sure didn’t raise no fool. However, you know how these girls are. They see what you’re worth and what you can do for them… and bam. You are dollar signs to them, and it’s rare that you’ll find someone pure.” She said in a matter of fact tone.

“I hear that, mom. But Ahsha honestly doesn’t seem that way. She just joined the Devil Girls, and yes I know… most of the girls on the team are thirsty as it is. However, she’s Jelena’s younger cousin and we know how Jey is. Both her and Terrence are good people. Plus, I was trying to get at her all night and she wasn’t having it.” The player explained, only to Mary’s satisfaction though she wouldn’t admit it just yet. “Oh and get this… she already has a man, and he ain’t shit.”

“Cuss in my house one more damn time.”

“Sorry…” He laughed. “But for real, ma… he ain’t.”

“And you know all of this, how?”

“I heard them talking over the phone and he was disrespectful as fu… as hell.”

“I see things still haven’t changed in that department then.” Mary threw a subliminal shot at Derek & Dionne’s father, before continuing… “So she’s Jelena’s cousin, you say?”

“Yeah.”

“And you like her?”

“That’s right…”

“You’ve only met her twice, Derek. You can’t get to know someone in such a short space of time.”

“I know. But when have I ever come to you with something like this before? You know if anyone can spot a fraud from a mile off… it’s me. Ahsha is different. Just the way she looks at me, talks to me… I feel it. Plus, she isn’t afraid to put me in my place and you know how I can be…” He laughed.

“Oh… I know.” Mary lightly chuckled. Ahsha wasn’t sounding too bad after all, but she was still sceptical. Looks could be deceiving, plus her situation didn’t sound too good. “Wait, didn’t you just say that she’s in a relationship?”

“Yeah…”

“Yet you’re still trying to pursue this girl?” The player nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again. “Now, I know for damn sure I taught you better than that, Derek?” Mary was not impressed. The last thing her son needed was to get into more trouble.

“You sure did, ma.” Derek replied as he walked over to the kitchen island where Mary was sitting, and grabbed both of her hands as they faced one another. "You taught me to always go for what I want, and to never back down from a challenge. I followed and conquered my dreams as an NBA player, and now I’m a multi-millionaire… because you never gave up on me or Dionne.” The mother smiled, feeling her emotions beginning to get the better of her as her son continued. “I made a vow to become the man of this house, so that I could repay you for every single sacrifice you made for us. To make sure that the both of you were living comfortably… and nothing makes me happier than to see my vow come to life. But now, I think it’s time I find someone to make happy, to keep my head on straight… and I know that someone is Ahsha. That’s why I’m not backing down. The player finally added as his grip on his mother’s hands tightened. Mary could only stare back at her son intensely as his sweet, yet powerful words sunk in. She was so proud of him and of how far he had come.

“I won’t get in your way, son. I trust you.” She replied before pausing, as a single tear streamed down her face. “But I also won’t sit back if things go left. You and your sister are my life. So believe me when I say… I will hurt anyone, that hurts or tries to hurt either one of my babies.” The mother firmly emphasized.

“I know.” Derek smiled as he wiped his Mary’s tear away, before placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

The mother and son spent a few more minutes alone embracing their heart to heart. With Mary now aware of the current goings on in his life and feelings… Derek was now ready to make some real moves.

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Monday 5:30pm

It was his first official day back at the arena, and the player couldn’t have been more focused. The presence he had on the court had not gone unnoticed. Derek Roman was simply a beast, and just when you thought he couldn’t possibly get better… he did. Those 3 months away really made for a positive change. And although the player was borderline depressed and was starting to give up on himself, he made sure to channel his frustrations into endless practice and workout sessions at home.

“Good job today guys. If you keep this up… the Bulls won’t stand a chance against us this Friday. And nice work out there, Roman. We’re happy to have you back on the team.” Coach Davenport proudly spoke as the other teammates gave Derek his props. They had all missed him for real.

“Preciate it coach.” He replied whilst wiping down his sweat.

“Now on 3… Devil’s Nation rise up!” Pete called out like a proud father.

“Devil’s Nation rise up!” The teammates followed.

—–

“Man… coach worked our asses out today.” Terrence spoke as he walked out from the locker room shower. “Imma need for Jelena to give me some extra TLC later on.”

“What, you feeling the burn old man?” Derek laughed as he lotioned himself up whilst sitting on the bench in just his towel.

“Your ass ain’t even been back 2 minutes, yet you’re already trying to roast me? Nigga please.”

“2 minutes and still running the motherfuckin’ court. What’s my name?” Derek called out.

“D-ROOOO!!!” A few of the other Devil’s shouted, breaking out into laughter afterwards.

“That’s right!” The player stood up beating his chest, before cracking up.

“Stupid asses.” Terrence replied as he walked over to his locker, unable to hold back his laughter too. “Anyway… what’s Claudette saying?”

“Man, I’m done with her and the bullshit.”

“You not feeling her crazy as no more huh?”

“I’m just done. Before, I didn’t have the energy to fight her off… but now I’m too focused on ball and keeping my head on straight. Ball is life.”

“So, Ahsha has nothing to do with this sudden decision?” Terrence interrogated with a smirk now on his face.

“Maybe… maybe not.” Derek shrugged.

“Right. So you really think Claudette’s gonna take nicely to this, D? She’s the type of chick to show up to your house and cook you some burnt pancakes… asking if you like them "Dark, light or fluffy.”“ The player couldn’t help but laugh at his own words, only to Derek’s displeasure.

"My name ain’t Darnell, and this shit ain’t A Thin Line Between Love & Hate.” Derek threw a balled-up sock at Terrence.

“Claudette is dead ass like Brandi though. But in all seriousness, D… just be careful. Ahsha is family, and if anything happens to her… Jelena is going to have both of our asses.”

“Come on, Terrence. You really think I’d put Ahsha in danger? That’s not my style man.” Derek shook his head. “Don’t worry, I got this."

“Aight, Casanova.” His teammate flashed a smile, before dabbing his best friend.

—–

Meanwhile… both Jelena and Ahsha were walking down the hallway also coming back from their locker room, having a little conversation of their own.

“So, it was your man’s first day back today. Did you manage to say hi?” Jelena teased, nudging her cousin.

“I’d expect this kind of comment from Terrence, or Kyle… not you.” Ahsha shot back. “But to answer your question, no… I haven’t seen him nor heard from him today actually.” She continued whilst looking down at her phone.

"Now do I detect a little bite in your tone, sis.” Jelena was starting to become amused at Ahsha’s actions. Though she didn’t notice it… her subconscious reactions to anything Derek related were a dead giveaway.

“Really, Jelena?” Ahsha rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, Ahsh. When are you going to quit acting like you’re not feeling Derek? Better question… when were you going to tell me that you ran into him at the store the other day?” The captain stopped dead in her tracks, folding her arms. Her green eyes almost seemed to illuminate as they bore right into Ahsha’s.

"I erm… it wasn’t a big deal.” The dancer tried to brush off her cousin’s question.

“Sure.”

“Wait. How do you even know that we ran into each other?” She then probed, placing her hands on her hips.

“I overheard Terrence and Derek talking on the phone last night.” Jelena felt no way.

“So, is eaves dropping a common thing round here? I feel like I should be taking notes or something cos apparently… everyone does it.” Ahsha sarcastically spoke.

“Are you going to keep avoiding this topic, or are we going to discuss whatever the hell this is?” Jelena’s tone grew more serious.

“What exactly is it that you want to hear from me, Jey?”

“Ahsha, it's pretty evident that Derek is feeling you. And by the looks of it… the feeling must be mutual. However, I know for a fact that he has never felt this strongly about any woman before. Therefore, you two need to actually sit down and talk so that you can figure out whatever the hell is going on.”

“Jey, there is nothing to figure out. I’ve seen the guy what… twice? I’m in a relationship with Keith. The end.” The dancer was really starting to get frustrated now.

“You’re still with Keith out of pride, and loyalty to your relationship. A relationship that clearly fizzled out ages ago, and has lost all meaning Ahsha. But I won’t even go there with his disrespectful ass or the fact that you’re still with him. You already know I feel. All I will say is… keep it 100 with Derek. That’s the least you can do for yourself and him.” The two cousins remained face to face.

Sugar coating things was not Jelena’s thing by far. Ahsha was basically a sister to her and the last thing she wanted to see was the dancer being taken for granted by a piece of shit. Especially since Ahsha wasn’t the naive type. Her cousin was simply just a hopeless romantic/fighter… hoping things would work out in the end. But how much was too much?

As much as she didn’t want to hear those harsh words from her cousin, Ahsha knew that Jelena was right. The truth hurt… but coming from someone she absolutely adored and valued more than most, really put things into perspective for her (though she wouldn’t admit so yet). In just a few days of encountering the Bad Boy, she literally couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, the way he’d make her swoon by his brazenness and irritate her with his presence at the same time. The way he smelled. It was insane… and she was confused. Things were moving way too fast, but she couldn’t help but feel this way.

Just when she was about to say something… the two players finally left the locker room, only to run into the two very special ladies.

“Great.” Ahsha sarcastically whispered.

“Now what are you two beautiful ladies doing in this hallway?” Terrence teased as his eyes narrowed in on his fiancée.

“Mmm… I can smell your cologne from here.” Jelena spoke as she walked over to Terrence, wrapping her arms around his waist. Meanwhile, both Derek and Ahsha remained silent as they watched the happy couple reunite… whilst stealing a few quick glances at one another. The player was looking like a tall glass of something so chocolatey, and dangerous.

“It’s the one you got for me.” Terrence pulled her in tighter.

“I guess I have good taste.” The captain ran her hands up and down his broad back, only setting the mood even more.

“Damn right you do…” And just like that, the two lovers began to kiss.

Both Derek and Ahsha on the other hand, felt some type of way. Derek wished he could be kissing on someone of his own just like that, whilst Ahsha wish she didn’t have a piece of shit for a boyfriend. Without realizing, she looked over at Derek as her eyes travelled down to his luscious lips. God his lips are beautiful… she thought to herself. Memories of when she almost got a feel of them at his party resurfaced, making her even more frustrated. Feeling eyes on him, the player looked back at Ahsha only to realise where her eyes were. He simply licked his lips, knowing exactly what he was doing… and began to make his way over to her.

“Shit.” The dancer mumbled under her breath, getting hot and bothered. Something about Derek instantly made her nervous, no matter how much she tried to front. He was so sexy it hurt, and with his confidence, effortless swag and persistence… it only made it harder to resist him.

“I say we give them a run for their money…” The player cooed, before looking back at Terrence and Jelena who were still fawning over one another and engaging in conversation.

“You don’t stop, do you?” She replied, rolling her eyes.

“Now you know you don’t want me to.” He smirked.

“Don’t recall saying that…but okay.”

“When are you gonna quit fronting, Ahsha? You don’t have to admit to wanting me yet… but can a brotha at least get a hello or a hug for a change?” The player towered over her, as his eyes stared deeply into hers.

Honestly, Derek had never had to put this much effort into getting some attention from a female before. Ahsha was giving him a very hard time, and he didn’t know how to go about things. Maybe she really wasn’t trying to end things with her man after all.

“See, that’s the thing. It’s like you expect me to fall to my feet, or kiss your ass.” The dancer shot back, folding her arms.

“I don’t.”

“Derek, clearly you’re used to women giving it to you without even having to ask for it. I am not that kind of woman.”

“Ahsha, I just wanna get to know you… that’s all.” He sincerely replied as his eyes remained on hers, whilst adjusting the strap on his Nike duffle bag. The player was starting to feel slightly uneasy, which was very rare for him.

Noticing his sudden discomfort… Ahsha could only soften at how cute he was. It was at this moment that she realised how much the player really liked her.

“I guess a hug wouldn’t hurt…” She spoke, pretending to open up her arms against her will. Derek simply smiled and gently pulled her in. The difference in their height amused him, whilst the difference and smell of him only caused Ahsha to get hot once again. The two friends began to subtly rock from side to side, without even realizing it.

“Mmm… I could get used to this.” The player teased, burying his head into the side on her neck. She fit against him perfectly.

For a brief moment… Ahsha was completely lost in him. A hug so simple, yet intimate was all she truly longed for. A faint smile began to appear on her face before remembering where she was… and who she was with. “Ugh, that’s enough.” She spoke, softly pushing him off.

“For now.” Came his slick reply.

They continued to look into one another’s eyes, before hearing the sound of Terrence clearing his throat.

“Y’all need a couple more minutes or?” He teased. Jelena could only shoot the both of them a side eye, also.

“Man, be quiet… we should be asking the both of you the same thing.”

“We’re engaged, that’s our excuse. What’s yours?”

“Okay, okay… that’s enough you two.” Jelena spoke up, noticing how tense her cousin seemed. “It’s getting late. Everyone ready to leave?”

“Yeah.” The two athletes spoke.

“I’m actually waiting on a ride since my car is still with the mechanics… so I guess I’ll catch y’all tomorrow.” Ahsha sighed. Keith insisted that he’d fix her car for her… but never got around to doing it. Typical.

“I don’t mind waiting with you?” Derek offered with a smirk.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” She playfully mocked, but wouldn’t pass up on his offer. “Fine… but you better behave.”

“I promise to keep my hands to myself.” He bit his lip. What had she just gotten herself into?

“I guess that’s settled then. See you tomorrow, Ahsh.” Terrence walked over and gave her a hug. “If Derek bothers you too much… let us know.” He joked, only to get hit by his best friend.

“Don’t forget to call me this time…” Jelena reminded the dancer with a raised brow, before hugging her. “And remember what I said. I want all the deets…” She whispered.

“Nosy ass… will do.” Ahsha replied, holding her a little tighter before letting go.

“Later, D.” She tip toed up for the player to kiss her cheek. And with that… the two lovers left the arena, leaving both Derek and Ahsha behind.

—–

“So… what time does your car arrive?” Came his deep voice.

“Shouldn’t be any longer than 5 minutes.” Ahsha looked through her Uber app.

“You know my cars parked outside right? I could drop you home?” He sincerely offered once again.

“I couldn’t let you do that, Derek. I’m sure you have a busy schedule.”

“You do live in L.A right?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Fine, I won’t press. Maybe next time.”

“Maybe. Let’s go wait outside…” The dancer finally suggested, to which they both went ahead and did. It was fair to say that she was finally warming up to the player.

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7:04pm

The Devil and Devil Girl were stood waiting outside by the front entrance. Neither of them had uttered a word, but merely enjoyed one another’s company. Dusk had hit the beautiful city of Los Angeles and the atmosphere was everything. As the cool breeze hit… Ahsha’s dark locks blew gracefully, instantly catching Derek’s eye.

“First eaves dropping… now staring? You have no manners, Mr. Roman.” Ahsha joked, nudging the player.

“Just appreciating nature’s beauty.” He nudged her back, causing her to blush. “Oh… you liked that one, didn’t you? You liked that one.” He teased whilst softly poking her as her raspy laugh grew.

“Stoppp!” She pushed his arm. “Ooh, before I forget. I think you left something in my cart the other day…” She pulled out the $500 dollars Derek dropped from her purse. The player could only look on in amazement.

“You didn’t use it?” Derek was shocked to say the least. If it were any of the other girls he had encountered in life… they probably would’ve used it, then asked for more.

“Of course not. I have my own money, Derek.” Ahsha replied, trying to hand the money back to him.

“Right.” He shook his head. She was unbelievable.

“You upset I didn’t use it?” The dancer enquired slightly confused.

“No, not at all.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Ahsha could only shyly smile.

She attempted to give the money back to the player once again… but he refused. Instead, their eyes remained on each other’s. They simply couldn’t pull away or deny how they were starting to feel for one another. Though things were moving fast, neither of them could deny how good it felt to connect with someone. The urge to kiss resurfaced once again, and this time… Ahsha didn’t want to fight it. They had both been longing for this moment right here, and just as their heads slowly began to move in closer… the sound of a car speeding down the road instantly caused them to pull away. Their lips only a few centimeters apart.

“Looks like Uber done stepped their game up…” Derek spoke watching the luxury car pull up. The player was slightly irritated that their moment was disrupted once again.

“Fuck.” The dancer muttered. Pissed wasn’t even the word. “That’s… Keith.” She added, instantly recognizing the black Mercedes C-Class.

“You called him?” His brows furrowed.

“Hell no.” She strutted forward whilst Derek stayed put… waiting to watch the scene unfold.

Keith blew his horn three times, signalling his arrival. However, Ahsha didn’t budge. Instead… she stood still with the most coldest look on her face.

“Look who’s back early from touring lil mama? Thought I’d swing by and surprise you.” The ex-NFL player cooed as the window came down. However, Ahsha remained silent.

“Thank you, baby. You so sweet. I love you.” He mocked in her voice, laughing afterwards. However, noticing that his girlfriend was less than impressed… he got serious again. “Ahsh… I know you’re not still trippin over the other night. I said I was sorry.” He spoke once again, only to hear nothing in return. “Am I talking to myself?” The ex-NFL player was starting to get irritated.

He was done talking. Instead, the artist/model decided to simply get out of his car and talk to his girl face to face. Derek on the other hand, wasn’t having it. He automatically responded by moving forward also… still trying to keep a low profile.

“Ahsha… come on man. What more do you want from me?” Keith finally approached her, trying to grab her hand only to be brushed off.

“I want you to leave.” She bluntly replied.

“Man, that’s bullshit. You do this every time. I said I was sorry… now you coming or not? I’ve got something for you.”

“I’m straight.” She checked her phone. “And would you look at that, my Uber has just arrived.” The Chevrolet pulled up.

“I know you’re not about to get into that car, after I drove my ass all the way down here to pick you up?” Keith was really starting to get annoyed now.

“Did I ask you to come and pick me up? In fact… did you even tell me that your ass would be back today?” The dancers tone grew. She had had enough of his disrespect and blasé ways.

“Ahsha…”

“It’s time for you to go, Keith. Bye.” She pushed against his chest. “And take your car back to wherever the fuck you came from.”

“You’re not gonna keep talking to me like that. You got me all the way fucked up.” His nostrils began to flare.

“Leave!” Ahsha shouted. The anger in the both of them was starting to reach its limit. Keith moved in closer as his chest started to heave… completely unaware that the star player was striding over to them.

“Everything alright here?” Derek’s tone was so low it sent chills down Ahsha’s spine. The player had witnessed everything and he was in no mood to deal with any bullshit.

“Yes, everything is fine. Keith was just leaving.” The dancer replied, eyes still on her estranged boyfriend.

“I’ll deal with you later.” His eyes narrowed in on hers, before turning his attention to Derek.

“Derek Roman… what’s good?” Keith called out with a smile, extending his hand.

“Keith.” The player firmly shook his hand with the straightest face.

Both athletes had never personally met, but they definitely knew of one another.

“First time we meet, and it’s like this.” He laughed. “If you’d just give me a quick sec. I need to finish talking to my girl.” He turned back to Ahsha, who was still ready to blow.

“I think we both heard Ahsha tell you to leave. Honouring the lady’s wish, would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“With all due respect my nigga… this has nothin to do with you.” Keith began to frown.

“Call me your nigga again… and it will.” The player moved closer to the ex-athlete. “It’s time for you to go. I’m not gonna tell you again.” His jaws began to clench.

“Keith, just leave.” Ahsha tried to calmly speak. As mad as she was… she didn’t want Derek to get involved in their issues. Nor did she want for him and Keith to fight. Derek was much bigger than the ex-NFL player, but Keith could be trouble. Little did she know though… Derek was the one to be feared when it came to fighting.

Realizing that the grounds security guards were starting to take notice of the scene unfolding before them… he decided to do just that. The artist couldn’t understand why the player was so protective over his girlfriend, but he damn sure didn’t like it.

“This ain’t over.” He spoke, eyes still on Derek. “Ahsha… We’ll talk when you get home.” Taking one final look at his girlfriend, Keith finally walked over to his car…

And sped off.

——

Feeling embarrassed, completely drained and mad at the same time… Ahsha began to silently cry. Derek could see her tiny body shake and simply placed his large hand on the side of her neck.

“Hey, hey… it’s alright.” He moved in front of her, now placing both hands on her face. “Just breathe.” The player continued to console her.

“Want me to walk over to the car?” She nodded, still shaking out of anger.

Once they approached, Ahsha’s Uber… Derek took the lead.

“Hey, I need you to get this beautiful lady home in one piece.”

“No problem, Mr. Roman.” The driver replied. Everyone knew who Derek Roman was.

“Ahsha, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay…” She quietly uttered. “Thank you.” She silently mouthed, feeling herself beginning to get emotional once again.

“No need to thank me. If you need to talk… just ask Jelena for my number, alright.” He used his thumb to rub on her cheek. However instead of responding, Ahsha just passed her iPhone to him… in which he understood. Quickly adding his number… he placed a kiss on her cheek, closed the car door and watched her drive off.

Ahsha could only sit back and think of the player. She was starting to realise that maybe he was what she needed, after all.

Derek on the other hand, knew exactly what Ahsha had meant about “avoiding all the drama.” However, the player was not willing to give up on her or what they could potentially become. Especially after witnessing just what kind of man she was dealing with. They both deserved better and Derek would make sure of it.

The next time he would see her… everything would be put on the table.

*Thank you all for reading. Hope you enjoyed the second chapter of: Better For You. Please make sure to comment, like and reblog. Much love & tag @betnetworks.*

New characters featured in this chapter:

Mary Roman

Dionne Roman

And Keith Carter…

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE EPIC!!!! *Evil laughs*

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DAM THAT WAS A GREAT CHAPTER I HATED FOR IT TO END, KEITH IS A ASSHOLE AHSHA NEEDS TO CALL IT QUITS WITH HIM BUT I UNDERSTAND HOW IT IS WHEN YOU’VE BEEN WITH SOMEONE FOR YEARS , BUT DEREK ROMAN IS THE MAN HE ALWAYS GO AFTER WHAT HE WANTS CAN’T WAIT TIL NEXT CHAPTER DEREK ABOUT TO SWEEP HER OFF HER FEET

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Under the Tree-A Dersha Christmas Special Prompt

As promised, here is my Dersha Christmas Fic. I apologize for taking so long, but I’m sure it’s still Christmas somewhere, right? Ha! This is just a little somethin’ somethin’ to add to the holiday cheer. Enjoy!

Derek and Ahsha have been married for almost a year (Dec. 27th) and this is their first Christmas together as a married couple.

The holiday cheer was definitely in the air. Stores and the mall stayed packed with shoppers, neighborhoods were decorated with lights and you couldn’t escape the Christmas music.

Ahsha was cooped up in her office, finalizing costume designs for the next month’s dances. Since moving to Miami, her career had flourished. Though it was everything she had been working towards, Ahsha still couldn’t believe her dreams had come true. Under her direction, the Miami Heat Dancers were literally on fire. They had always been a popular dance squad, known for their hard core hip hop routines, but they needed a young and fresh leader. That’s when the newly married Ahsha Roman became part of the Heat family. Running a dance team was a tough task. Not only did Ahsha choreograph most of their routines, she was also the director. That meant attending meetings, traveling, and making sure the girls on the team didn’t break contract or make a bad name for the organization. Ahsha appreciated being part of a team without all the extra scandals in the news headlines. Sure, Miami had their fair share of drama, like any professional sports organization, but it wasn’t on the level of the Devils. No one was on that level. Going to work without hearing about a murder, the owner pimping out the dancers and all the other mess, was a relief.

“Mrs. Roman,” a voice called from behind the slightly open door.

Closing her notebook and stacking it in the corner of her desk, Ahsha invited her guest inside. “Come in.”

Danielle, one of the Heat dance captains, stepped inside the spacious office. “Ohhhh, loving the Christmas decorations. Nice! Just wanted to drop the choreography book by your office. We added a few more songs to the list.”

“Thank you,” Ahsha said, flipping through the large notebook. “I’ll go through these when I get back in town.”

“And we got this for you,” Danielle added, placing a bright red bag on Ahsha’s desk. “Since we won’t see you on Christmas.”

“Awww, you all are too sweet. Thanks Dani. I’ll try to wait until Christmas to open this,” she chuckled, standing to hug Danielle. Ahsha loved each and every one of her dancers, but Danielle was like a little sister she never had. When she arrived in Miami, Danielle didn’t really have her head on straight. The dancer had moved from Seattle all the way to Miami to start a dance and modeling career. That meant making stupid decisions that not only were an embarrassment to herself but to the organization. The last director had given up all hope and suspended the dancer until Ahsha came on as the new leader. Being a younger woman, Ahsha seemed to connect with Danielle. That connection and Ahsha’s ability to see the good in people, helped steer Danielle on the right road. She was still a work in progress and had a long way to go.

“No you won’t. You’ll open it as soon as you get home. Will you be back in time for our appearance this afternoon,” the dancer stopped at the door on her way out.

“I have an appointment so I’m not sure. Kelly will be around so you all should be good,” she reassured with a smile.

“Okay. Talk to you when you get back. Merry Christmas,” Danielle sang, skipping out of her director’s office.

Later that Afternoon

The Heat basketball team was on their way back from a game in Colorado. Like always, Derek called his wife before the flight back to let her now he was on his way. It was something Ahsha appreciated and looked forward to when he was out of town.

“Look at you glowing. Miami is treating you well, baby,” Derek smiled over the Facetime call.

Ahsha blushed as she turned the car off and sat back against her seat. “I’m glowing because I’m talking to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Derek chuckled, his warm smile making Ahsha’s spread across her face. “What are you up to?” he asked.

“Just leaving the arena and headed to a meeting now. By the time you get home, I’ll have all the stuff out so we can put up our tree,” Ahsha replied. This would be their first Christmas as a married couple. Putting up a tree was actually very exciting for them since it would a tradition they could start together. When Ahsha was a little girl, she and Sloane would pick a night to decorate the house, while baking cookie and looking at bad Christmas movies. Now Ahsha wanted to pass that same tradition to her own family. Though it was only the two of them, for now.

“Okay. Well, I’m about to get on this plane. I’ll see you at the house?”

“Yes, baby. I love you,” Ahsha beamed, unable to hide her excitement about her man coming home. He had been gone for three days. They were both missing each other like crazy. The newlywed bliss hadn’t worn off yet.

“I love you too. Have fun at your meeting. See you when I get home.” Derek crooned, his deep voice held so much promise. The wink he threw her before hanging up told Ahsha all she needed to know.

……..

Later that Night

The aroma in the Miami mansion made Derek’s stomach growl as he walked through the back door. Sugar cookies were baking in the oven, while a pot of chili cooked in the crock pot.

“Mmmm, smells good in here,” Derek sniffed, placing his bag by the door before making his way over to his wife.

Ahsha shrieked, throwing her oven mitt to the side and running towards Derek. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist when she leaped into his arms. “Didn’t even hear you come in.”

The player linked his arms around his wife and pressed his lips to hers. “You were into your music. Look at you all festive and stuff.”

“Trying to get into the holiday spirit. I missed you though,” Ahsha sang, sounding like a school girl talking to a crush.

“I missed you too,” he replied, kissing Ahsha again before putting her back on her feet. “Looks like you’re throwing down in the kitchen. The chili smells nice.”

“Figured I’d make dinner and dessert like my mom does for Christmas tree night. She usually wears a onesie with me but I couldn’t find one big enough to fit you.” Ahsha’s suggestive tone made Derek chuckle.

Not being home in Los Angeles was hard for her and she was trying to make light of it. But Derek knew this was a tradition Ahsha and Sloane had started when she was a child and Ahsha had never missed a year, until now. She was homesick and thankfully they would be returning to Los Angeles to spend Christmas with Sloane and Pete. They had been in Miami since the end of last season and Ahsha hadn’t seen her family since then. Derek knew it was rough for her because she had never been away from home for this long. So continuing the tradition started by Sloane made the distance a little better.

“Oh yeah?” Ahsha was back at the crock pot checking on the chili while Derek was stealing sugar cookies behind her back.

“Derek,” she exclaimed, only to laugh when Derek stole another one. “You better be glad you’re cute. We’re supposed to be decorating those with the icing.”

“You know I have a sweet tooth, baby,” came Derek’s reply along with a kiss on the cheek.

“Sure do. Now stop stealing my cookies,” she teased, playfully pushing Derek away.

Still not following his wife’s demands, Derek leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I can think of some cookies to steal and I’m not talking about the ones over there on the counter.”

“Well if you’re a good boy, then you can get extra,” she teased back in mock innocence.

“My girl,” Derek replied, gently slapping her rear before disappearing up the back steps that led to the master suite.

Mrs. Roman smiled to herself as she removed the last batch of cookies from the oven. Their sexual banter always made Ahsha laugh. Just a few years ago, she was too shy to even say the type of stuff she said to Derek. “Hurry back! We still have to put the tree up,” she yelled up the stairs.

A few minutes later, Derek ran back down the steps in more comfortable attire. Derek Roman wasn’t comfortable until he was shirtless and Ahsha didn’t mind one bit. Seeing that body on a daily was a blessing.

“I see you’re all packed and ready for LA,” Derek said as he followed Ahsha to the island in the middle of their spacious kitchen.

“Yep,” she quickly replied, sitting on the counter.

Though Ahsha had a great job and was doing what she loved, occasionally Derek felt bad for taking the deal. He felt like he had ripped Ahsha away from her home and she made a big sacrifice for him. At times like this, he could tell she missed home and it made him feel guilty. For the past few weeks, she had been acting strange. Every time he asked, she would brush it off. That’s what drove Derek to wonder if she wasn’t happy in Miami.

Ahsha had jumped off the counter and turned the chili on low before making her way to the living room. “I’ve never had a real tree,” she gushed, looking at the large tree that had been delivered to their home earlier that day.

“I’ve never had a tree, period,” Derek laughed. “My grandmother never wanted to take them down so she just never put them up.”

“Awww, well now you have one,” Ahsha added, dragging a box of decorations towards the couch.

The couple began setting up their tree before pulling out all the decorations they wanted to use. Ahsha hummed Christmas carols under her breath as she picked out silver and red decorations.

Something was definitely on Ahsha’s mind and Derek assumed it was about her being homesick. Little did he know, her odd behavior had nothing to do with wanting to be home for the holidays.

“Baby, can I ask you something,” Derek asked, interrupting their silence. Ahsha’s bright eyes stared into his, telling him to continue. “Do you like it here?”

“Wha-What do you mean by that,” she questioned, still frozen. “I mean…I miss home sometimes but I love my job and the team. Getting along with the wives here is a different story but I’m fine. What made you ask that?”

Communication was an issue for them in the past and they both worked hard at making sure they talked to each other. No matter how heated their discussions could get or how mad it made them, they made sure to communicate. This time was no different. Ahsha not being happy had crossed Derek’s mind multiple times, especially during the holiday season.

“But you wish that we could have stayed back in LA,” Derek added.

The dancer pursed her lips. “There’s certain things that I miss about home but I’m happy, Derek. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

“You sure? I would understand if you weren’t, being so far way from your family and the Devil Girls,” he continued, the guilt somewhat subsiding when Ahsha walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I’m happy. Here with you in this big ol’ house, with my job and my team. I’m living in a dream and I couldn’t ask for a better husband. I’m fine, I promise,” Ahsha reassured her husband, standing on her tip toes to brush her lips against his. “This is our first Christmas together as a married couple and our anniversary is coming up. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

Her sweet grin was contagious and caused Derek to smile. “Okay. Guess I just feel kinda guilty dragging you here away from everyone.”

“You didn’t drag me anywhere. Remember we made this decision together and I’m happy with it. Sure, I get homesick and I miss everyone, but being here with you makes all of that better. You know?”

“Yeah, I know,” the player muttered, bringing Ahsha’s lips to his again. “Don’t be afraid to talk to me if you ever feel-“

“Babe, stop putting a damper on my holiday cheer. Let’s get our tree decorated so we can eat. I’m starving,” Ahsha groaned, returning to the box of ornaments.

No one came in between Ahsha Roman and her food. Not even her husband. “What’s new? When aren’t you starving?”

“When you feed me,” she shot back.

The player’s lips curved into smirk. “Now, you know I always feed you and keep you full.” Well, he did have a good point.

Knowing she had set herself up for that reply, Ahsha could only shake her head.

Their concentration stayed on the tree as Christmas music echoed throughout the mansion. Occasionally, the couple would catch each other’s eye. Even in a footed reindeer onesie, Ahsha looked beautiful. After a year of marriage, Derek often had moments where he couldn’t believe he’d found a wife like Ahsha. Her radiant beauty and big heart still made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Ahsha bit her lip as she attempted to reach one of the higher branches to hang a bright red ornament.

“Do you need me to pick you up, baby,” Derek crooned as though he was talking to a small child. “Too short to reach the branch?”

That remark got him a light slap to the arm. Derek lifted his wife to the branch and placed her back on her feet. “I’m not that short,” she chuckled, brushing off her hands.

After they finished the tree, Derek and Ahsha returned to the kitchen to eat their dinner. They sat at the kitchen island, Ahsha’s legs were resting across Derek’s lap. “You threw down on this chili. I may eat the whole pot,” Derek exclaimed, squeezing Ahsha’s thigh.

“My grandma came up with this recipe years ago,” she responded, holding a spoonful of chili up to Derek’s lips.

“Well, I love your grandma…and you for keeping the tradition going,” Derek added. “I’m sure our kids will look forward to this every Christmas. I know I will now.”

The mention of kids made Ahsha’s lips curve into a small grin that she thought Derek didn’t notice. Her odd behavior had little to do with being homesick and a lot to do with a secret she had been keeping. The plan was to keep the secret until Christmas Day, but things weren’t working out that way. Derek had already called her out on acting weird. Keeping this type of secret from her husband was hard, especially when she had found out weeks ago.

“What’s that look for,” Derek asked, catching Ahsha off guard.

“Huh?”

Seemed like nothing got past Derek. “You’re blushing.”

There went the plan to keep the secret until they got to Los Angeles. Derek wasn’t going to leave Ahsha alone until she spilled the beans. “I only smiled,” she argued, knowing he would only keep questioning her.

“Smiling about what? I know that look,” he pressed, smiling from ear to ear because he knew he had her flustered. “That was one of those sneaky smiles. What are you hiding?”

Like Ahsha thought, she would give herself away before Christmas. Derek’s nosey nature and ability to read her put an instant end to her secrecy. She either had to lie and keep her surprise hidden or tell him the truth. Derek was the type to not let things go, so she decided to go ahead and let him know the good news.

“Sometimes knowing each other so well is a bad thing,” Ahsha said, placing her spoon back in the bowl and leaning forward. “I wanted to wait until Christmas to tell you.”

When Ahsha paused, Derek automatically got worried. “Tell me what? Everything okay,” Derek asked, his hand tightening around her thigh.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Unless you’re not okay with being a daddy,” Ahsha smiled shyly, her eyes glossing over with tears of joy. They had been trying for a baby since their honeymoon. Both grew a little impatient when it didn’t happen right away. Derek wasn’t joking when he said he wanted a big family. During their honeymoon, he mentioned wanting at least five kids. Having a dysfunctional family made him want to give his children the world.

“You trying to tell me something, baby,” The expression on Derek’s face was priceless.

“Yes, I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby,” she gushed, tears now rolling down her cheeks. When Ahsha first found out she was pregnant, she was nervous as hell. Sure, the baby would be set and she didn’t need to worry. But, bringing a child into the world was scary. Their lives would forever be changed and this was a huge step for them.

“You serious,” Derek cheesed, still not able to believe his ears.

“It’s been confirmed by more than one test. I’m pretty sure you knocked me up,” his wife laughed, holding a hand to her stomach.

“Wow,” was all Derek could say as he rested his hand on top of Ahsha’s.

The couple didn’t even finish their dinner. Excitement had taken over as Derek leaned over to kiss Ahsha’s stomach. “I’m going to be the best father I can be. I will promise you that…and you too,” Derek promised before kissing his wife once more.

“I know you will,” Ahsha whispered, wiping her tears.

……………

Three Days Later

Sloane and Pete couldn’t be happier to have their daughter back home for the holidays. They hadn’t seen her since Derek and Ahsha took off for Miami. Derek and Ahsha planned to keep the baby news to themselves until they got to Los Angeles. Along with a trip to Paris, the Romans found a way to incorporate their surprise into a gift.

“Ahsha told me you loved the famous Hayes chili,” Sloane shouted from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I think I ate one too many bowls of it,” Derek responded as he, Pete and Ahsha made their way to the dining room table. Pete and Sloane had moved out of Ahsha’s childhood home and into a house with more space. Sloane was most excited about more room for her garden and a larger kitchen.

“Well, I was on my own eating it since Sloane doesn’t eat meat. Imagine that,” Pete teased.

“Eww, okay. I don’t need to hear about you two’s stomach issues,” Ahsha gagged.

“Ha! Ahsha couldn’t leave the house after eating too much chili one year,” Sloane added, earning a gasp from her daughter.

“Mom!”

Everyone at the table was laughing at Ahsha’s embarrassment. Sloane appeared with homemade sweet rolls in tow, sitting them in the middle of the table with the rest of dinner.

“Mmmmmm. All of this smells amazing,” the dancer sniffed, reaching over and grabbing two rolls for her already full plate.

Ahsha’s hoarding of the food caught Pete’s eye. “Looks like someone has quite the appetite.”

“Didn’t get to eat breakfast, plus you can’t just eat one of these rolls.” That was true but there was no denying her appetite had picked up in the last few weeks. Trying to keep a straight face, Derek squeezed Ahsha’s leg under the table.

“My rolls have that type of affect,” Sloane added, kissing Pete’s cheek before taking her seat.

Derek and Ahsha glanced at each other. They had opened gifts earlier that day and Ahsha wanted to be suspenseful and hold off on the ‘special’ present.

Ahsha cleared her throat and reached under the table to grab two gift bags. “We have one more present for you. I saved the best for last.”

Confusion was etched on Pete and Sloane’s faces. What could possibly be better than a week long trip to Paris?

“Open it,” Ahsha beamed, clasping her hands together in glee. This moment was more exciting than finding out she made the Devil Girls or when Derek got her back on the team.

Sloane was the first to pull out a coffee mug that read, “Grandma of the Year” in bright pink letters. Pete was next, reading his t-shirt aloud. “The best dads get promoted to grandpa.”

There was a short pause and then a loud scream from the new grandmother.

“Ahhhhhh! Does this mean what I think it does,” Sloane squealed, jumping to her feet, and running over to Derek and Ahsha’s side of the table.

“Yes,” Derek answered, his chest puffed out in pride.

“Oh my goodness. This is the best gift ever. Congrats sweetie,” the mother exclaimed, kissing her daughter’s cheek, and pulling her into a tight hug.

A smile spread across Pete’s face. “Congrats, kids!”

“Awww, I can’t believe my baby girl is having a baby,” Sloane cried, hugging her son-in-law. “How long have you known?”

“A few weeks. I was going to tell you all today but Derek talked it out of me,” Ahsha explained, still in her mother’s embrace. Sloane pulled away and placed her hand on Ahsha’s midsection. “I haven’t started showing just yet.”

“You did say you wanted lots of babies. So this is what…number one out of ten,” Pete joked, clasping a hand on Derek’s back.

“Whoa! Let me have this one before you start talking about having basketball teams running around.”

The family continued laughing and gushing about the new addition to their family. It was one of the best Christmases for all of them.

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Later that night, Ahsha was soaking in the big jet spa bathtub in the guest bedroom of her parents’ new home. Derek was downstairs watching football games with his father-in-law and catching up on other sports talk. The day had worn the dancer out and the jet water stream had her relaxed.

Once Derek finally turned in for the night, he found Ahsha still soaking in the tub. “What are you still doing up? You should be getting some rest,” Derek demanded, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

“I was waiting up for you. You have one more gift to unwrap,” she teased, pointing to the bow sitting on top of her hair.

Sex didn’t sound like a bad idea but honestly, they both just wanted to relax and enjoy each other’s company. Plus, Derek was already in protective mode and didn’t want to tire his lady love out. Derek stripped out of his clothes and joined Ahsha in the tub.

“Tired,” he asked, settling behind her.

Ahsha rested against his chest. “Mmmmhhmmm.”

“Figured,” came Derek’s quick response as he kissed Ahsha’s neck. “Still can’t believe this.” His hands caressed his wife’s tummy.

“Me either,” Ahsha replied, closing her eyes. “Can’t wait to find out what we’re having.”

“I’m going with boy. Then we can try for a girl the second time around,” Derek suggested. “Since we love trying so much.”

“I think it’s a boy too. Or maybe twins,” Ahsha mumbled, turning her head towards Derek who had his eyes closed too.

“Twins would be nice. But I’m fine just as long as our baby is healthy and has all fingers and toes. That’s all that matters, right?”

“Right,” Ahsha agreed.

Finding out Ahsha was pregnant was the best gift anyone could ask for during the holidays.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed and had a great Christmas. Be on the lookout for a sneak peek into Skylines-The Prequel here soon.