Chapter 7 mommy

Natasha POV

"Rise and shine, Missy" Spencer announced as he walked into the room with a tray in hand and an apron wrapped around his torso.

Seeing me by the window overlooking the back garden of his penthouse in the same clothes I'd been in since yesterday, his brows creased.

"You haven't slept since you came back?" He questioned as he set the tray on the bedside table before walking towards me.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Why?" Spencer queried, his brows creasing tighter as he noticed eye bags sitting proudly on my face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I replied with a tight smile. "Honestly, I'm better than I was yesterday."

"And yet you couldn't sleep," he scoffed and shoved his hands into his trousers as he stood beside me.

"I had a lot to think about," I muttered as I turned away from the window, my eyes landing on the tray of hearty breakfast he had brought me.

Eggs, porridge and fruits cut into cute shapes. Just how I liked them.

How he'd always served me.

'Why do you always cut the fruit in these cute shapes,' I giggled as I picked up a cat shaped Mango, waving it around before finally biting into it.

'Because it makes you happy,' Spencer replied with a glint in his eyes. 'I love how your eyes light up and you smile brighten whenever you see them.'

I froze as a particular memory replayed in my mind.

It was of a time we were together. I would wake up in his shirt and to an apartment filled with the scent of delicious food.

Spencer loved cooking.

No, he loved seeing me fed with the meals he cooked.

And seeing the tray filled with my favorite breakfast, filled me with warmth and dread.

Taking a deep breath, I shoved the feeling and the memories to the back of my mind.

I couldn't afford to entertain the warmth. Not again.

"You didn't have to cook me breakfast," I noted taking my seat on the bed.

"Well, I wanted to," Spencer grinned mischievously before setting the small bed tray on my laps. "You deserve this much- although it really isn't much."

"And you can consider this an act of atonement," he added.

"Atonement?" I echoed and he hummed, his bright smile so contagious I couldn't help but return it.

"I'm atoning for the sins I committed in the past," he confessed, his smile disappearing as his hands gently held mine. "I really am sorry."

"It's okay," I replied, gently pulling my hands from his. "It will take a lot of atoning but you are one step there."

"I mean, if I had breakfast in bed when I was in prison, I'll probably get involved in another crime that'll send me back." I joked, causing a low chuckle rumble in his chest.

"Fair enough," he laughed. "I'll make sure, you get enough breakfast in bed then. I have to make sure I keep you out here for a long time."

And there it was again. The betraying warmth as his melodious laugh pulled at my heartstrings.

Then his phone rang, breaking the moment as Spencer's jaw ticked in annoyance before putting it aside.

"Why don't you pick the call?" I asked, noticing the instant shift in his mood.

"It's Anthony," he replied.

"Your father?" I echoed. He nodded and his phone buzzed again.

"He's been calling non stop since yesterday." He replied calmly, as calmly as he could given the rage radiating off him.

"Why don't you pick up to hear what he wants to say?" I suggested.

"I know what he wants. He's trying to save Derrick from me. From us." Spencer replied and I froze at the mention of my ex-husband.

Somehow, even with my mind in chaos, thinking about everything and nothing, I'd been consciously preventing myself from thinking about my ex.

I mean, how was I supposed to deal with his lies, betrayal, infidelity and cruelty without losing control?

And that's knowing I can't rage. No.

No yet.

Not only for myself, but for Rose and my father's legacy.

Rage clouds judgement. And that, I can't afford.

I needed to be calm, composed so I could win the war after the battle.

"I'm going to press charges against Derrick," I announced, my eyes meeting Spencer as I gauged his reaction to my proclamation. "He needs to rot in jail."

I added, subtly telling him my stance.

Even with our partnership, I wanted to know where Spencer stand with me getting justice against his brother.

"Hold off for now," Spencer replied. I tensed; a lump formed in my throat as my hand tightened around the spoon.

"Why?" I choked out.

As if feeling my distress, Spencer paused, flashed me a reassuring smile as he picked up his phone and the now empty tray.

I watched with bated breath as he gently pried the spoon from my hands. He set the tray on the bedside table and then sat right beside me.

"I feel your rage," he began. "And I support you,"

"Then why do you want me to hold off?" I snapped.

"Because, that's just giving him the easy way out," he replied, his hands gently brushing my stray hair back.

"Derrick has taken too much from you. And he needs to pay back just as much or more. Sending him to jail this early is giving him the easiest way out." He explained, his eyes meeting mine and once again, I caught myself reflecting in his gentle eyes.

"He doesn't deserve it." Spencer mumbled. "He doesn't deserve to just spend his time in jail as atonement."

"He needs to experience hate, betrayal, failure and the feeling of hitting rock bottom. I am going to make him curse his birth. So, Missy, relax and let him live freely for a few days."

As I noticed the sincerity in his eyes, I swallowed and my heart skipped a beat.

"I promise you, you'll get more justice than you'd expect." He continued, his voice gentle making my stomach flutter with a sense of nostalgia.

"Don't forget I also have a bone to pick with him," he added, his words snapping me out of my daze.

I had forgotten, Spencer wasn't just fighting for me. He's also fighting for himself.

"Do you have a plan?" I asked.

"I do, and it's already in motion," he confessed and he handed me my phone. "Check the trending topic online. I'm sure, Both my father and Derrick are seething with rage."

With raised brows, I turn on my phone only to be flooded with several notifications from all my social media accounts.

I clicked on a random one and immediately noticed I had been tagged multiple times.

My stomach sank as I clicked on the first one, dreading what I would see.

After a week of constantly getting dragged on socials by Florida's fans, I dread any post that had my name in it.

But to my surprise, this wasn't anything negative. I felt a sense of triumph as I read the first paragraph of the post.

'The internet somehow forgot Natasha Morris has always been a sensation. A woman who at the age of sixteen brought her parents company back from the edge of ruin into the starlight while still mourning her deceased parents...'

'I said it back then. I could feel it! Natasha was the only one in love! I told my friends Derrick was in for something else! Now look at this! Bless your soul Sweetheart, we will get justice for you!'

I didn't know I was crying until I felt the soft touch of the paper towel on my face.

"Don't worry now, just focus on making sure it remains at the top," Spencer encouraged.

"Did you do this?"

"No," he replied with a shake of his head. "I only made sure the topic itself trend. I didn't pay anyone to say good things about you."

"Honestly, I was hoping you'd see Derrick being torn apart first but I guess this is better," he confessed and I laughed.

"Alright, I'll hold off for now," I breathed out. "I should go bring Rose and her things back to the apartment."

"I already made arrangements for her, my assistant and Diamond will drop her off later. For now, you should go to the company. It needs you."

I needed no further encouragement as I immediately got up and prepared for the company.

It was the distraction I needed while the world fought on my behalf. Of course, I couldn't help scrolling through the social media to see how things were going during work.

And to say it was good would be an understatement.

It was perfect. Having the rage of guilty masses directed at someone on your behalf felt nice.

Especially when said someone is your douchebag ex.

And it's definitely the solace I needed after getting cyberbullied for crimes I didn't commit.

Spencer was right when he said the company needed me. Although we now have the partnership with Reeds; or should I say Spencer? Years of mismanagement has left the whole company in disarray.

By the time I was done with making new plans for the company, I was both mentally and emotionally drained.

Never again, I kept repeating to myself.

Never will I ever trust someone like I did Derrick. It's a promise to myself. One I intend to hold.

As I walked into the familiar apartment Spencer had settled me while I got my properties back, my mood lightened up.

There she was, my beautiful daughter, my everything, sitting at the center of the living room playing with her toys alongside Diamond.

Seeing the smile on her face, I felt the weight on my shoulder lightened as I gently called. "I'm home."

I watched in delight as Rose shot up, her face brightened with a smile as she ran towards me while calling. "Mommy!"