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JUST CREEPIN'

A'JOURIE MONTGOMERY
DECEMBER 24th, SUNDAY AFTERNOON

"BABY COME HELP me with this one." Jourie stressed slightly.

As always, she found herself in the store before a holiday. Thankfully it wasn't because she had to cook this time.

Target closed at 8, which was earlier than usual, but that was only because it was Christmas Eve. Everything was closing early today, and tomorrow nothing would be open.

Bam and jourie had already decided they would gift everybody any pair of shoe that they wanted or had their eye on for a while. Of course thanks to bam and his current position.

He couldn't thank his parents enough. With the amount of money imbedded in his trust fund, plus getting all his shoes at a lower price for resell, his life was so much easier.

Both he and jourie wanted to open their business during new years, so they were thinking jourie could do her grand opening on January first, and bam could do his the second, but they were still indecisive about the dates.

Everything had been done, remodeled, set up to their liking. Over the last month they had did interviews, and hired a few employees. Jouries task was harder because she needed people with car experience and what not which was tougher to find—while bam only needed people who were familiar with retail.

Both of them had been busy non stop since thanksgiving, but with them having everything in place now, they were due for some type of vacation. They just needed to get everything on the road.

"Which one?" Bam stepped up, pressing his front to her back, feeling her plump ass on his legs.

"The vanilla cashmere one. That's the only one she uses." She pointed at the purple bottle of eos pump lotion. It was too far up for her, and she didn't feel the need to stress herself out to reach when bam was right there.

Jourie was doing last minute shopping, to give everybody some gift bags to go with their shoes. Right now, she was getting lots of hygiene items for Samaria because she had a large interest in things like that. She also loved things that made her smell good.

She was the last person on jouries list, and she was almost done. "Can you get me one too, that shit be smelling good." She quickly made up her mind.

Bam reached for another and put both of them in the cart. Jourie began pushing it forward, eyeing some other things. "Does she be wearing the star pimple patches, or the regular ones?" Jourie questioned out loud.

"Do both jourie." He closed his eyes. She knew he hated when she asked him a question concerning more than on thing. His mind would just go into overload and always get both to decrease the stress of choosing.

"Okay fine." She rolled her eyes talking both packs. "Okay, imma get her a tree hut scrub." She muttered, finding herself in front of the scrubs.

"And do you need more soap?" She glanced back at him.

He pulled his lip between his teeth eyeing her. She had on a gray fold over set, with fold over leggings and the matching shirt that was a croptop. On her feet she wore a pair of sparkly sandals that show cased her light pink toes. Her sew in was in a claw-clipped style, but it had a few stray strands making it appear to be messy.

She didn't care how she looked at the moment, she didn't even expect to see anyone that she knew. Either way, even in her natural form she still looked very beautiful. Especially the way the strands of her hair framed her bare face. She looked so angelic.

His eyes were glued to the girls stomach. At nine weeks, her stomach was firm and round towards her lower belly.  "What? Do you need soap or no kamarion." Jourie straight faced him, feeling self conscious.

"Yeah, get me the biggest one." He brought his eyes back up to hers causing her to nod slowly.

"Why you keep looking at my stomachhh." She trailed off with a blush. She looked down, staring at her toes. They looked so pretty, kennedi did really good. Jourie was sure the building kennedi got with her trust fund would be a nail salon.

"It look so good on you. I can't wait til it real big and I can just rub on it all night." He expressed truthfully. She smiled softly looking back up at him.

"Oh baby you can do that anytime starting tonight." She replied. They would be staying at jouries house for a little more privacy. They planned on announcing Jouries pregnancy now that they knew she was having twins. Since they had to make the gift bags, they would just stay at jouries.

"I'm so excited, today my app told me that the babies are like the size of olives. That's so crazy that my stomach is already growing and they are this tiny." She said, using her fingers to make a small circle.

He admired the way her face lit up talking about their babies. "I was thinking. You think we gonna have a boy and a girl?" She questioned beginning to push the cart towards the arts and craft things.

Jourie planned on making cards, decorating things and all of that for Christmas. She wanted every single gift for everybody to be special in way. Unique from the others. "Mmm, I was thinking that. I don't know what I want. I still want a girl in the mix. So a girl and a boy would be cool, or two girls." He laughed.

He wanted a daughter so bad that it was unserious.

"Hmm i don't know. I want a girl now too. I just feel like I would be a bad girl mom." She expressed her lingering thoughts.

He instantly frowned, furrowing his eyebrows at her statement. "Why you say dat?" He quizzed softly, stopping in his tracks. He needed her to stop moving so he could look at her and get a better understanding of her logic.

"Ion know. Sometimes I just don't feel like the smartest. I've made a lot of mistakes in the last two years of my life that makes me wonder if I'm ready to be a role model to another young girl." She expressed.

Licking his lips, he sighed. "Jourie that shit don't matter. You bettering yourself and that's what it is. If you don't want our kids to make the same mistakes that we do, we gotta instill that into them. And some things we just can't control." He tried his best to get her to see the brighter side of things.

"I know." She muttered. "I love you so so much." She expressed, getting on her tippy toes to kiss him on the lips.

Jourie then turned around and started getting all the art supplies she felt she would need, whilst bam helped her decide on a few things. After that, they went on a venture for some caramel popcorn before checking out.

"I want McDonald's when we leave bae." She tapped her acrylic nail on her glossy lip. Her eyes were surveying the isle for the three in one pop corn bucket.

"You and all this junk food gon' kill me. You gotta start eating a lil more healthy. Just a lil." He pinched his fingers, but she just rolled her eyes and waved him off.

Clearing her throat, she smiled laying eyes on the Christmas themed tin with three popcorn flavors including butter, caramel, and cheddar. "Well are you gonna cook the homemade food? That's a lot of work." She complained softly.

"I mean if you want me to then yeah. You already know I can." He shrugged his shoulders, reminding her that bam could indeed get down in the kitchen. She would always be grateful that his parents set him up for life with that skill.

"Your so sweet, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you." She responded softly. It was just above a whisper but he heard her loud and clearly.

Swallowing, he wrapped his arms around her, and walked forwards behind her. She just didn't know he felt the exact same way. A bumpy ride it took to get there, but it was all worth it in actuality.

Picking up the tin she placed it in the cart. "Okay let's leave before I keep spending money." She muttered, pushing the cart forward. It was an ongoing problem jourie and target had.

She would go for one or two things, and leave with her pockets at least three hundred dollars lighter. It was like an addiction, and it was one that she wasn't trying kick. Like a nasty habit.

Jourie walked forward , getting ready to get out of the isle. Her cart bumped into somebody, and her lip's immediately parted. "Oh gosh I'm so—" she began to apologize. Her pleas instantly stopped once she laid eyes on who she ran into.

Pierre's face twisted in disgust. Not only did she have to see jourie, but bam was all up on her. Coincidentally, jourie felt the same way, because instead of just having to endure the presence of Pierre, her brother was also with her.

"Bitch, watch where you going." Pierre handed the pads in her hand to Genesis, he had his eyes glued to jourie. They were bloodshot like he had been smoking.

"Aye Pierre, chill the fuck out real shit." Bam instantly corrected her. If there was a need for any hostile energy towards anyone it would be her. Jourie had been living her life, and living it to the fullest.

Jouries eyes trailed over Pierre before a laugh slipped from her lips.

"What's funny?"

Jourie was trying to stop herself. She wanted a drama free pregnancy, and she didn't want to make fun of anyone and risk the karma on her, or her babies. She just couldn't help it.

"What's wrong with your hair. Is that supposed to be a mockery of mine?" She questioned Pierre. The pink highlights—or the attempt of pink highlights had her ready to burst into laughter.

It obviously had went wrong, and she tried to get someone to fix it only for it to look worst. "Girl ain't nobody trynna copy your lame ass." Pierre rolled her eyes.

"I bet sweetie. Just a word of advice, if you want to obtain the look of another—I suggest, first trying the stylist who did it on the person your copying. Hmm?" Jourie was making a mockery of her.

"Jourie, do not try to fight in this store." Bam warned her, sensing the energy.

Genesis was so quiet, they forgot he was even standing there. He seemed to never have anything to say when they had run ins. Maybe he knew what was best for him.

"I'm not gonna fight her baby. I know better." She assured, glancing over her shoulder since he was standing protectively behind her.

"Girl I'm not worried about you or that weak ass hair you got." Pierre pulled her hood over her head. Jourie only giggled.

"It's weak but when I first got it you was saying how cute it was. You even thought my hair was fake because of how good and healthy it look. Girl bye, I got shit to do." She began pushing the cart.

"You always think you got one up. You with the same nigga that cheated on you, girl your sorry as fuck." Pierre rebutted rolling her eyes.

Bam sighed. "Look, Pierre move round. Ion see your point in bringing it up because if it was really that serious then why you was trynna fuck wit me too? You ain't no better than anybody else. Stop provoking her." He was trying diffuse the situation.

He felt like he would never live the situation down with people like Pierre who wanted jouries spot. It seemed she would remind her every chance she got. "My point exactly, girl grow up." Jourie rolled her eyes.

"You are so pathetic. Like you think people don't know you posting yourself on bams story calling yourself his wife. Y'all not gonna last long just like the last time." Pierre smirked, feeling as if she called her out.

Jourie glanced back at bam, and he couldn't help but to chuckle. He couldn't lie, Pierre standing there acting like she knew it all when she wasn't even close humored him.

"Girl you wish I was on his page posting. You would be sick if it was me.." Jourie thought back to all the videos she had of him sucking her breast, and even eating her out. She could've made everybody sick—but she of course wouldn't.

"Girl, ain't nothing bout my status is non-existent." She held up her left hand, and wiggled her fingers giving the two siblings a clear view of her original wedding ring, and the improved one she got two weeks ago—stacked on top of eachother.

Pierre's eyes widened before they snapped to bams finger getting a clear view of the gold wedding band.

Pierre instantly felt sick at the sight. Physically sick actually, like she was bound to throw up in the middle of the store. She couldn't believe he had done her like this. They weren't engaged, but legally married. It felt like a punch to the gut.

"Bam." Genesis finally spoke up after seeing the rings. It was confirmed they were married, and he had no idea how to feel. He had been sick over jourie for months. Bam made eye contact with him. "What's yo real name?" He questioned.

It was crazy he didn't know yet. He had never even heard Pierre refer to him by his real name. "Kamarion." The word crushed gensis' soul. He felt like his airway was closing, just like Pierre.

"So you preached to me about not getting your name tattooed, and how it was stupid unless we was married—but you already had a nigga tattooed on yo body...and it was this nigga?" He referred to the tattoo of bams government name next to her breast.

"What?!" Pierre sounded shocked.

Jourie nodded, she honestly had no remorse. At the end of the day, she did get the tattoo out of wedlock— but they also ended up married anyways.

"This bitch!" Pierre exclaimed trying to rush towards jourie.

Reacting quickly bam shoved the girl causing her to fall to the ground. He watched genesis reach to help her up, but she only slapped his hand out of her face.

"Fuck no, my girl pregnant, you got life fucked up." He started pushing jourie forward. "Let's go man." He kept pushing jourie causing her to walk forward.

Pierre felt lightheaded at what just happened. Not only did he put his hands on her , but jourie was also pregnant with his child. "Come on man get up." Genesis muttered, he felt an ache in his heart, but it was nothing he could do.

Jourie was spoken for, and what they had was dead forever , and even in the afterlife.

He just wished his sister had that same mindset as well.

"I'm telling you, these tuff as fuck bro." Kymani spoke in shock eyeing his black atomic red volt jordan threes. "I got so many outfits I can't put together for these. Thank you bruh." Mani slapped fives with his big brother.

Bam personally didn't think they were all that, because of the burst of colors. Kymani had a different style though, and he was good at color coordination, so bam couldn't wait to see what he'd do with the shoes.

"And thank you jourie for all dis other stuff too. He referred to the bag where she got him more playstation games, and new controller, and a new camera for his PC set up.

"You welcome bookie, and did you finish my logo?" She questioned gaining a nod from him.

Kymani was the one responsible for creating the logos for bam and jouries new companies.

"Y'all so lucky man." Samaria crossed her arms. She wasn't able to get to her trust fund yet, she wasn't of age. She couldn't wait to get her money.

"At least y'all got one." Sahid muttered with a humble shrug causing everybody to look around. Sahid didn't know that he had one set up, and they hadn't told him.

They would rather him wait until he was able to access it before finding out—or he would end up like Samaria. Miserable and waiting for the day to come. Sahid still had about ten months before he could access his things.

"It's okay man," Bam assured Sahid making him smile shaking his head.

All of them had just opened up all their gifts. The room was full of things from everybody. Everyone loved their things, and especially jourie.

She received so much jewelry, and food gift cards that it made her want to re-evaluate herself. Was she really that predictable?

She of course received other things but those two seemed to be the main themes for jourie.

"Can we just address the elephant in the room please?" Tameeka spoke up with a mug on her face. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she looked to be in a sour mood.

"What's wrong ma." Samir questioned calmly with his arm wrapped around Kamaria comfortably.

"I thought I was gonna get some ultra sound pictures!" She exploded causing bam and jouries lips to part in shock.

I knew she was psychic. Jourie though with her eyes glued to kamarions grandmother.

"Why would you think dat?" Kyaire questioned, running his hand down the side of his face. He wasn't stressing. Lanayah was gay, she wasn't bringing a baby home anytime soon.

"I had a dream about fish three months ago! I'm sick of this game. I be sitting in my house everyday waiting for the call telling me who's pregnant. I know one of y'all pregnant and it's either jourie, Maria, or maybe lil bit." She side eyed her daughter in law.

Kamaria frowned. "Momma it's not me." She pointed at herself looking around.

"Why would it be tayta, ma." Samir spoke softly.

"Ion know, y'all love popping em out. And she ain't been through menopause." Tameeka snaked her head causing everybody to snicker.

Kamaria shook her head. "No ma'am, that ship has sailed. If I have another baby it might have scoliosis or something. I'm too old." She shook her head waving her hands.

Everybody glanced at Samaria and her jaw dropped. "Hey! Don't look at me!" She exclaimed. "Virgin til marriage." She crossed her fingers even though she was lying.

Jourie got a video everytime they recorded. They liked to evaluate to see what could be improved. Jourie wished she could do it too, but bam was Samarias brother, so that was a big fat no. She didn't want to see that.

Everybody then looked at jourie, and bam couldn't hold it together, starting to smile. His dimples were so deep and adorable as he smiled shyly.

"Fine! It's me." She rolled her eyes, reaching in her purse for the copies of the ultrasound pictures. She made sure to get enough for everyone.

Everybody sat there in shock as she dug in her purse.

"I knew she was getting fat."

"I'm too young to be a grandma!"

"You was the one mad about the first time so ion wanna hear that shit." Zayden shook his head at his dramatic wife.

"I'm too sexy to be a grandma."

"I know right? We need to tell the baby we they auntie and uncle." Samir agreed with his wife causing Samaria, bam and Sahid to laugh.

Jourie passed the pictures out, and everybody gasped at the sight. "It's twinssss." Jourie playfully did jazz hands.

Kourtney and a kamaria instantly got deja vu. They used to do the exact same thing.

"Yes! I knew it man! I'm gonna be the baby sitter. Oh my gosh I'm gonna have two wittle babies." Tameeka celebrated making jourie laugh.

"And I thought he took her out the game when they announced the marriage. We ain't never gon' be outside." Maria dropped her head, shaking it in disappointment.

"I swear they got some shit to tell us every holiday. Give us a break."

This book and WTS finna end😞 I have another book idea but I wanna finish all three ongoing urbans. Ts is sick. What y'all think it's gonna be?

Thoughts and predictions? What do y'all wanna see before it end?

MYA OUT🫡