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JUST CREEPIN'

KAMARION MONTGOMERY
JULY 6th, SATURDAY EVENING

"PLEASE BABY? I love you so so much." Jourie pouted, standing infront of her husband, using her eyes to allure him into giving in to what she was asking of him.

"You always talking about how I want designer jeans, and especially purple brand—but now you see they got this cute ass skirt and you all of a sudden love them." Bam shook his head.

"Are we looking at the same thing? It's so beautiful, I could rock that shit once I drop my kids." She poked her hip out, placing her palm on it.

Bam laughed, the skirt was really pretty, but it was over three hundred dollars, so she was laying it on thick. She could've bought it herself, but Jourie was spoiled, and he knew that.

Waving her off he looked back down at the paperwork sitting in front of him. "I'll get it ma." He promised her, but she only placed her hand in her hip.

"Baby you don't understand, the shit is gonna go outta stock. You gotta get it now." She ignored the fact that she had her own money, and instead opted on spending his.

Shaking his head he kept his eyes glued to the paper with the blue pen resting between his lengthy fingers. "Get my card out my wallet and do it Jourie, I'm doing something." He muttered.

She smiled brightly, placing her hand on the bottom of her belly before she waddled out of the kitchen towards their bedroom.

A few moments later she reappeared with his wallet, and her MacBook. She liked to order things on her laptop opposed to her phone, because it made her feel more adultish.

"So baby I was thinkin'..." Bam trailed off before looking up at Jourie who was now the focused one. She was trying to hurry up before her skirt went out of stock. She would cry. "For the girls names, what about..." That caught her attention.

She glanced up. They had came to an agreement that Jourie could come up with their middle names, and he could come up with their first names. As long as they both agreed to everything that was how it would be.

"Maybe. Kamourie, and Jamaria." He proposed, watching the wheels in her head turn.

"Okay, I really like Kamourie, so I'm gonna say yes to that. But for Jamaria, I think we should put that in the maybe pile in case we come across something much better." She explained.

He tilted his head, he was satisfied with her answer but he still wanted to know why. "Okay, but what's wrong with Jamaria though."

She hummed for a second, starting to order her piece of clothing. "It's really cute, but I just want one twin to start with and A, and one to start with K, but Kamourie is really beautiful." She nodded her head in approval.

Jourie was thirty-eight weeks pregnant and she could've set an appointment for a c-section and had her babies by now, but she really was trying to avoid getting cut open. So now she was just patiently waiting for her water to break.

It's wasn't likely that she would carry for full term because she was having twins, so she knew the day was coming and she was so scared it wasn't funny. In less than two weeks she would be a mother to not one but two babies.

"That's understandable, I can work with that. Give me til tomorrow." He nodded his head determined to come up with the perfect names for his daughters. He was happy she at least liked the one he liked the most. That made him feel better.

Both of them grew silent until Jourie finished purchasing her skirt, and did a cute little clap once her order was confirmed. "Yayyyy!" She celebrated, "Now I have to actually find a outfit for it." She deflated causing him to laugh.

On cue, her phone started ringing and she glanced at it laying flat on the counter top untouched. Picking it up, it displayed that it was a private number, so she answered and instantly put it on speaker.

"Hello?" She spoke causing Bam to look up at Jourie. Nothing came through, and she rolled her eyes hanging up. "See now bitches playing on my phone and I'm not in the mood for no shit like that. I'm getting my number changed." She fussed, tossing her phone on the counter.

"Calm down we can go get it changed tomorrow." He shook his head growing irritated with Pierre. What he really wanted to do was report her and put a restraining order out on her, because he and Jourie both owned businesses now and didn't need to be getting into drama like this.

It was so bad for business.

Jourie wouldn't allow him though. She promised that after she caught her, and she got her back for trying to run up on her in target, and speaking on her children on the internet then he could do whatever he thought was best.

"I'm so fucking irritated now. I'm tired of this stupid ass shit." She teared up, feeling as if her skin was burning. She hated feeling played with, and she felt like Pierre was taking the fact that she was pregnant to her advantage. She was growing so angry with the whole ordeal.

She snatched her phone right back as if she wasn't the one who just threw it across the counter. "Jourie who you finna call now?" He questioned softly knowing she was just going through a heap of emotions. He learned through her pregnancy that she had to just let it pass.

"My mommy," She cried, sniffling shortly after before wiping her eyes. Her chest heaved as she searched for her contact before bringing her phone back up to her ear. "Hello mommy?"

Silence erupted in the kitchen as Bam stared at her, a perplexed look on his face wondering what she was doing. "Yeah, can you bring me something from seminole subs. I want chicken wings and fries and make sure you get ranch." Her voice was childlike.

Bam smacked his teeth at the girl before shaking his head. He started gathering the papers in front of him and straightening them up while Jourie looked at him. "Okay, and drive fast so it's fresh." She sniffed.

"Okay bye." She hung up and Bam instantly spoke.

"Really Jourie? Why you didn't just ask me, I could've went and got it for you. That's my job." He lowkey stressed, surprising her. She didn't think that was something someone would ever feel slighted by.

"I'm sorryyy, but I don't want you to leave. I want you to come up stairs and lay in the bed and snuggle with me." She poked up lip out, telling him her ulterior motive and the reason she asked her mother instead of him.

Bam chuckled at the girl standing from his seat. "You so dramatic that shit actually just hurt my feelings." He expressed, skillfully moving around the island. He slithered his arms around her large stomach while standing behind her.

He placed his palm on her stomach and rubbed it softly causing her to simper. Her eyebrows raised excitedly when she felt them move. "Yeah you know dem my kids," He joked, and she slapped his arm. "I'm just saying, everytime I touch you they react." He stated confidently.

"Exactly that's why I want you to get the fuck away from me. " she elbowed him softly.

"You just said you wanted to cuddle! You weird." He declared, shaking his head and waving her off. "Just get away from me." He shook his head, but ran his fingers through her long hair.

It seemed to be growing like crazy, and it was past the original length she had before she cut it almost a year ago. She had been keeping up with her highlights, but for the past few months she hadn't so they had faded out.

"I'm getting a bob like Edna next." She started moving her head side to side as if she was moving her flimsy Bob and he bursted out laughing at her.

"I'm just fucking with you." She giggled seeing how much she had tickled him. He came down from his laughter, "I wanna fuck you too." She quipped biting her nail.

He shook his head. "I'm not having sex wit you no more til you have my babies." He said and she gasped.

"Are you serious!" She screeched in full offense. "That dead ass just hurt my feelings, you know we can't have sex until six weeks after I give birth. Your evil as fuck." She slapped her palm against her thigh.

"Oh shit," He chuckled, shaking his head. His dreads were pulled back into a ponytail and he looked so scrumptious to her. "I forgot all about dat baby." He expressed.

"Yeah, and sex induces labor so come put it on me while I be a pillow princess." She smiled innocently, even though nothing she said was innocent.

PIERRE MURRAY
JULY 6th, SATURDAY EVENING

"OKAY GIRL YOU are all done." My hairstylist spoke while I tried my hardest not to let the tears from flow from my eyes. My hair was so cute but my feelings were still hurt.

"Girl are you crying? What the fuck is wrong?" She asked me, and I quickly wiped my tears, opening my clutch purse. I grabbed my money for my hair.

It was a hundred dollars but I paid a twenty dollar deposit, so I gave her the other eighty dollars. "Nothing, I just can't believe I had to cut my hair. It hurts my feelings so freaking much." I sighed trying to keep my composure.

I knew once I got in my car I would burst into tears, but right now the few stray tears were already doing it for me. "Girl don't worry, you are a bad bitch and your hair is too cute. Bad bitches rock finger waves all the time." She tried to uplift me but I'm not dumb.

That was literally in her job description.

I sniffed and stood from her seat. "Thank you girl, it's really pretty I'm just gonna miss my hair that's all." I sighed softly, gathering my belongings.

"You welcome girl, and you can always come back for a touch up. I showed you how to do them, so just be patient, and it'll grow on you. And if it doesn't just relax, it's hair and it will eventually grow back." She assured me.

"Okay," I nodded slightly before taking my exit from the salon. Trudging to my car, I stopped in front of it, looking at my reflection on the side of the car.

I feel like I've been blowing up like a house instead of losing weight like my original goal was. Once I found out Jourie was pregnant and they were legally married my life just went on a spiral.

I felt sick for weeks, but then I realized that my life had stopped because of the bad news I endured while they kept on living carefree, probably not thinking about me at all.

Then there was my daddy who kept trying so hard to get me to at least apologize so that it was out there in the open and she could do what she pleased with it, but I refused because it wasn't my fault and she didn't deserve an apology for stepping on my toes the way she did.

She was done with him, and I waited a year to even make a move to make sure that he would be able to give me the love I felt as if I deserved. The loved that I craved from him in particular. Then here she came along again and just swooped him off of his feet like I didn't exist.

And then in the process she had the nerve to leave my brother with no explanation what so ever, and he hasn't been the same sense. His depressive episodes were growing worse and worse, and then he would grow angry and just ruin his entire home. Just to be depressed again and continue the horrible cycle.

She had came in, shook our lives up and then left like it was nothing. Doobie didn't even get to spend time with Bam like he used to anymore because we were on odds, and every time Doobie called Bam he would excuse it and say that he had to do something for Jourie because she was pregnant.

Fuck that bitch and her unborn child.

Why the fuck should we care? That made no sense.

Getting on Instagram, I instantly searched up Jourie's public dump page. She had a private one but she wouldn't accept my burner page. Her stupid ass user was corny as fuck.

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My top lip twitched at the fact that the comments were off. I had been leaving comments for the last few months and she had been ignoring them which was irritating.

My main goal was to get a reaction out of her to make her feel bothered but I wasn't getting anything. I still didn't even want to believe that the two of them were married, but I searched up the marriage license.

I tossed my phone on the passenger seat and started my car to leave. I just been sick of everything lately. I had even been accidentally distancing self from really my only other friend apart from Bam.

Driving for a total of twelve minutes, I made it across the city in records time to my mothers house. Getting out the car I grabbed my phone, and locked the door before sauntering up to the front door.

I used my key to unlock the door to her home. I didn't leave her but I had a key to everything. I even had one to Genesis' apartment in case of an emergency, but I never went to that dump anyway.

It was like Jourie was who was keeping up his house when she was staying with him, but his house stayed a mess 24/7 now. Now my momma had to go over to his house every week to clean that shit up.

That was one thing I gave Jourie credit for.

Stepping inside I closed the door behind me. "Ma! Where you at? I hope you ain't sleep." I called out for her, hearing her voice coming from the kitchen.

Tossing my keys on the couch I made my way to the kitchen.

She was sitting at the table writing something, or signing, I couldn't tell. Her phone was sitting face side up, and she was obviously on the phone which I knew because it was on speaker.

"Girl I don't know anymore. It's definitely over that little ass girl but he just needs to move on for his health. This shit is stressing me out." My mother stressed, piquing my interest.

"Yeah girl I know what you mean. I don't even know why people chose to play with peoples emotions like that , but we need to get him some help before he snaps on the wrong person and won't be able to come back from it." I heard my aunt Caitlyn's voice flowing through the phone.

My momma looked up at me, and nodded her head for me to sit down.

"It's just so frustrating. I'm really trying with him and he's shutting everybody out. He won't go to his therapy, he won't take his medicine. Like, should I just have him admitted?" She continued causing my jaw to drop.

My mom always said she would never have my brother admitted to a psych. Her reasons were valid but I was still surprised at the fact that she was even considering it.

I knew my momma loved me a lot, but genesis was her baby and he required the most attention because of his illness. "What even made him get this mad? He wasn't even that bad when they broke up." My aunt questioned.

"What happened again Pierre?" My momma asked me. I had told her when it happened but I was sure so much shit occurred that she couldn't keep track which was understandable.

"We found out that Bam and Jourie were married." I muttered wanting to gag at the thought. I nibbled in the inside of my lip feeling awkward at the admission.

"Wow..." My aunt Caitlyn trailed off while my mom shook her head like it was her first time hearing it. "That fucking family is always the reason some shit is going down. Like all of us just need to stay away. Like a damn court order or something." She remarked causing me to roll my eyes.

Bitch please, the fuck.

"Nah girl not always, because Pierre said that one boy was really in love. He let that dumb ass girl trap him. The same shit happened to his daddy." My mom shook her head like she was reminiscing.

I could hear my aunt sighing. "Girl here you go again. Please drop the shit with Slim, that was over twenty years ago. If he wanted you he won't have let that bitch break your jaw." She remarked, and I had to look away so she didn't see the shock on my face.

"Bitch she didn't break my jaw." My momma frowned looking at her phone as if my aunt could even see her.

"Girl yes she did! Or was it dislocated? Shit I cant even fucking remember it was so damn long ago. Let it the fuck go and focus on your child who is going through a crisis." She preached.

Right a cue a loud bang against a wall caused me and my mother to jump in our seats. My mom instantly stood. "Shit," She hissed while my heart pounded. "Girl bye I'll call you later." She hung up on her quickly.

My mom rushed towards my brothers old room before he moved, and I jumped up quickly following after her. "Genesis baby what's wrong." My mother cooed trying to calm him down.

I looked around his room realizing he had punched a hole through his mounted tv which was what the bang was.

"She left me momma." He cried making my heart hurt for him. "I wasn't trynna hurt her. I loved her. I didn't mean to give it to her." He fell to the ground as my heart ached.

He was so hurt by Jourie which was so crazy because they broke up almost a year ago, and he found out about her pregnancy about a half a year ago as well. He was grieving very slowly and it was concerning.

People always thought he was weird, but he was ill. Suffering from borderline personality disorder, I honestly didn't even think it was smart for him to have a companion because he was always liable to flip out on someone.

Even Jourie. Before I didn't like her, I did. I always used to be scared for her, that one day he would just go crazy on her. He never did though, he was always able to control himself which let me know how much he really cared about her.

I know it sucked to see her move on, with her god brother at that. The one person he would've never expected.

"Baby I understand, and I'm so sorry your going through this but please just calm down. I still love you." My mother was trying to talk him down.

I just shook my head standing by.

I hated to admit that my mom was right, my brother needed help that she couldn't provide for him, and it sucked because she was the reason he was the way he was.

This is on mel! Thank you

This is a filler, sorry everybody has been paying for the other books! Unfortunately this book is coming to an end and it's hard to part ways which is why I'm stalling😞

Thoughts predictions?

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