Today I'm 25 weeks, over the last week we have been busy with setting up our room, we decided for the first few months the baby Will sleep in our room in the pack n play, then we'll move him to his own room and crib. I haven't packed the diaper bag or mine yet, I wanted to but it'll make me crazy looking at it, so I'm waiting a few more weeks until I do, maybe 5 more week. I have an appointment today, I'm on my way there now with Gerald, then we're heading to the studio, so he can work on more music. I have work later on, night shift tonight, my most unfavorite shift lately. The drunks are getting meaner and more violent. I was beginning to feel afraid of the ER at night time, but I didn't tell anyone that.

After the doctors appointment and them scheduling a ultrasound for 2 weeks away to check on the babies progress, we went for lunch before the studio since I was super hungry and Liam was kicking me like crazy, making me uncomfortable. Gerald places his free hand on my stomach, causing Liam to kick his hand then calm down.

"Damn daddy got him to calm down!" I say laughing.

He chuckles, "Because he knows daddy is the boss and wants mommy to be comfortable."

I laugh more, "He's already listening to daddy!"

Gerald chuckles more and gently rubs my stomach as we pull into the restaurant parking lot. We get out and Gerald holds me close as the paparazzi start flashing cameras, they try to get close but Gerald snaps at them,

"Back the fuck off my pregnant girlfriend now!"

It causes them to back away, but still snap pictures. I sigh, I wished it wasn't like this but I am G-Eazys girl.

We eat then head to the studio, Gerald gets in the booth and starts doing his thing, Austin and Marty arrive, taking a seat near me. We start talking and laughing. At some point I fall asleep, my head resting on Austin's shoulder, I didn't do it on purpose.

I feel someone pick me up bridal style and it causes me to wake up, I look up and lock eyes with Gerald,

"Shh go back to sleep Jill, I got you."

I cuddle into his chest and fall back to sleep. When I wake up again, I'm in the car, I look over at the drivers seat, Gerald's focused on the road, I look down and see his free hand resting on my thigh, I smile and say,

"I love you Gerald Gillum."

He smiles and glances at me, "I love you too Jillian Fox."

I laugh a little and look out the window, watching the scenery as we drive towards the mansion. After about 10 more minutes of driving we arrive, we get out and head inside. These last few weeks have been so peaceful without the demons screwing with us, more specifically me. After the trip to their playground I wasn't looking forward to ever stepping foot into that house again, especially after finding out they have an exact replica of my house in their world.
I go shower and get into pjs, then head downstairs to the living room where Fallon, James and Gerald are sitting. I sit next to Gerald as he pulls out his laptop,

"You guys need to hear these two tracks."

We all nod in agreement and wait as he starts the first one,

" Gang, gang
Right now
Hitmaka!
Right Now Sound (Marii beatz, turn me up)
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Toot it up, drop
Walk in with like twenty bands, throw it on the thickest thighs
Put her in the sunken place, she said she was dignitized
Uh, get the prize
Uh, yeah, get the prize
Uh, nuh, make this money, (yee) incentivize
Drop, in her walls, yeah, ooh, in her walls
For a hour plus, I just missed like twenty calls
Pussy drippin', runnin' like Niagara Falls (yeah)
Keep her head in my Balenciaga drawers
Getting money, with the dogs
Ayy, in my hot tub, is twenty broads
After, you back it up, then stop
Wa-wa-wa-wa, drop it like it's hot
Yee!
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop (ooh)
Drop (yeah)
Drop
Toot it up, drop (ooh)
Gang, gang
Drop (drop it like it's hot)
Drop (drop it like it's hot)
Drop (drop it like it's hot)
Drop
Drop
Drop (yeah)
Drop
Toot it up, drop
I bought a watch, not for the clock
I bought it to flex on them thots
And I'm still fucking on Jenny from the block
I still pull down and shoot up the opps (brr)
I just bought the drop head
They want to see me like 'Pac, dead
Hit 'em with the bottle, serve the hot lead
I ain't gonna eat your twat, yeah (gang, gang)
Hoe, you can close your legs
Dirty ass bitch, need to make up your bed
Stank ass hoe, you need to fix yo edges (uh)
Look at them stank ass legs, uh, uh
I'm on tour
Lambo, 'rari, I'm not sure
If the feds knock on the door, tell them bitches I'm not here
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (ooh)
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (yeah)
Drop, ayy
Drop
Toot it up, drop, ayy (ooh)
Gang, gang
Drop, ayy (ooh, like it's hot)
Drop, ayy (like it's hot)
Drop, ayy (like it's hot)
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (yeah)
Drop, ayy
Toot it up, drop
H-h-huh?
Heaters flowin', make 'em drop
I got stripes like German scar
Money we keep that alive, then we don't gotta rob the spot
Ah-ah-ah-ah, drop, tear drops
Runnin' when I hear cops
We don't do no cleaning
But them sticks up over here, mops (that's on my mama)
Drop, get it, sauce with it
And we don't love 'em, we just strictly toss bitches
Loft bitches, Boss bitches
The letter "T", the way I double cross bitches
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop (yeah)
Drop (yeah)
Drop
Toot it up, drop
Gang, gang
Drop, ayy (drop it like it's hot)
Drop, ayy (drop it like it's hot)
Drop, ayy (drop it like it's hot)
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (yeah)
Drop, ayy (yeah)
Drop, ayy
Toot it up, drop, ayy (yeah)."

"Ooh, I'm high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
Will it go to my head?
I'm Percin', takin' Henny to the head
Keep a model in my bed
She want to fuck, I'd rather get bossed up instead
And since '06 I been stuck to this bread like it's numbers on my hand
I can't get it off me
I'm too damn saucy, your girlfriend boss me
Coulda bought a house with what that new whip cost me
To do it this big, man, the job is exhaustin'
Be careful, this is not for everyone
Off the medicine, goin' hella dumb
My bitch got replaced when I found a better one
I'm straight to the point, I just go and get 'er done
I pull up, lookin' like the Dark Knight
I'm dipped in Off-White, I'm probably off white
It's Heem in my system, we party all night
It's M's in my bank, my grandkids be alright
Ooh, I'm high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
First Summer Jam I did I had to hop in the crowd
I'm power hungry, I'm addicted, ain't no stoppin' me now
Bay-Area president, and they didn't have to elect you
Come second, fake ass niggas be half ass steppin'
G tapped me like "Nef, you want to do a verse?"
"What's the topic?" He said "Power, " hey, man, church
P-Lo on the beat, bass hit 'em where it hurts
Any obstacle they said I couldn't do, I conquered
Shoutout to the sponsors, keep me looking fresh at concerts
Sick with it, monster, my presence is an honor
Motherfuck your honor, free my real niggas that's locked up
I invest in stocks now, I done got my guap up
I admit that I'm power hot
Slap the Benz in power drive
You don't got no power 'cause your pussy dry
When I was dead broke, you ain't even say "Hi"
Ooh, I'm high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
I'm on the road to riches, and I got power steering
There's nobody like me, you can stop comparin'
I don't gotta say it twice, you got perfect hearing
Spendin' cash all day, I skrt skrt McLaren (yeah)
And that's a quarter million on four wheels
If you the best alive, then it means I'm on your heels
Before the year's over, I'm closing out more deals
I been through it all, man, I tell you how war feels
Top's the only place for me, that's where I live at
And your flow is garbage, like "damn, what is that?"
You're supposed to take over, oh, I must have missed that
A bitch with no money is what I really get pissed at
Yeah, Young Gerald, Neffy and P-Lo
Young legends from the Bay, it's a powerful trio
Swear the pyramid building is the size of my ego
Young rockstars like I lived the life of a Beatle (yee)
Ooh, I'm high off the power (yuh)
Ooh, she gone off the powder (yuh)
Ooh, she want it up louder (yuh)
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power (yee)
Yeah, yeah, I'm high off the power."

"I been in L.A. too long
I see the same bitches everywhere I go
It don't really matter where they from
Acting or model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(How I see the same bitch?) Yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(How I see the same bitch?) Yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit your DM baby
Took the screenshot, yeah, you tried to play me
I bet this shit was good for your reputation
I just let it go so I could see you naked
Holy moly, look at what you roll in
Million followers but your bumper's broken
What's your focus? Tell me what your goal is
I know you only like me 'cause I just spent a hundred bands in one night
Spent a hundred bands in one night
I know you wanna live this life
But I can't make a ho a housewife (ohh, no)
What's your name? Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me? Is he rich like me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I been in L.A. too long
I see the same bitches everywhere I go
It don't really matter where they from
Acting or model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (Gerald)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everywhere I go I see the same ho
Always post selfies on the 'Gram from a angle, a Catfish
Hollywood devil, not a angel
Her bag is Chanel, but she drive a Durango
Yeah, and I'm gettin' to the queso
Woke and I'm hip to the game so I'm thankful
OG's put me on to it, so I'm laced, bro
Real recognize it, and you don't speak the lingo
Clothes all new, not a wrinkle
Giving you the game, gettin' sprinkled
Bottles on deck, and my drink full
I turn to a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a pitbull
This life did it to me, I can't switch back
If I take her then you'll never get your bitch back
Yeah, the beat knockin', yeah, this shit cloud
Welcome to the west it's where people gettin' rich at, ayy
I been in L.A. too long (G)
I see the same bitches everywhere I go (It's Eazy, you know?)
It don't really matter where they from (yee, yee, yee)
Acting or model, heard it all before (ayy)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (west side nigga)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(Hol' up, let me talk my shit, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, yeah
I been in L.A. too long, me and my bros hit the same hoes
L.A., Hollywood, that's some Valley hoes
Do I know how to fuck, they all know
Yeah yeah, fuck it, go down baby, you ratchet
I'm with the program, baby (yeah)
Word in the streets, you with the whole town, baby
I'm tryna do it for the brother like Motown baby (for the record)
She fucked the L.A. Laker for the record
She fucked a Dodger baseball player for the record
She fucked the head of my record label (ooh)
How you think she been so stable?
Ah damn, ah damn, but she down to fuck
Designer everything, Benz truck
Pullin' up with you friend, tell me who she is
Oh, never mind, my friend fucked
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(Haha, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(Haha, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(How I see the same bitch?)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(How I see the same bitch?)."

"Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze)
It's that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary what's on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
That's a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the fuck is happenin'
The homies like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you panickin'? I understand the task at hand
Let me work
What do you know about work?
Let me work
I'm talkin' about getting up five days a week, brushing ya teeth
Washing your ass, going into your office and making some old guy rich paid hours
That's a fucking job
It's still that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you find me in
Look, ain't nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go 'til after dawn
To be the biggest thing in the world, I'm not the one to pass up on
Let me work
Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller, you could be a waitress (let me work)
Wash cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else rich
You're punching that clock
You clock in, you clock out, you making that money
How does that work, huh?
Uh, a fucking hater's always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, don't speak on me, stick to your departments
While they debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging markets
All I really know, I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass
A polarizing artist
But you could love or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, fuck off, how dumb could they be?
Nobody help to make me
I did it by my lonely
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats, you should just relax
You miss the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Michael Phelps, you're not my lane, I'm swimming different laps
Yeah
Let me work
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work."

We all clap as the last song ends, I lean over and kiss Gerald on the lips. He pulls me closer and I say,

"Those are incredible baby."

He smiles, "Thank you Jay."

"Anytime G," I say back smiling at him.

The rest of that week was a blur, between work, the studio and home, things were great. Gerald and I were growing closer if that was even possible. I was beginning to see the brighter side of the darkness that's encased us since we met, could things be finally normal again?