How the triplets look in the media. Hopefully yall can see it. Ignore his body lmfao. Strictly  focus on the face.

I 4got who asked but 9/10 I'm writing abt some shit around me, so yeah.

PROD

I'm still mad as hell she didn't  get pregnant. The fuck is wrong with my speřm? The times I wanna have a baby, it never happen  but every time I randomly  knocked somebody up on accident,  it happened with no  problems  whatsoever. That shit is backwards as hell.

"Cheer up." Zaya says, rubbing my back. I mean mug her then remove her hand from my back. "So, you really finna be petty and throw a tantrum  like that?" she asks. I ignore her, then lay back in the bed. "Fine." she says, getting out the bed. "Lay your cry baby ass back down." I say. "Quit ignoring me then." she says, laying  down. I lift her shirt then rub her stomach. I kiss  her small  belly. "Come on, let's  make a baby." I say. She frowns up.  "No." she says, pushing me off of her. "I'm celibate, remember?" she asks. I blow. "Whatever, Zaya." I say, getting out the bed. I walk into my large bathroom, slamming the door behind me just to be extra petty. "Slam another door, nigga!" she yells. I open  it then slam that mothafucka again. "Bet." she yells.

She know she ain't  gone do nothing. I turn the sixty  inch TV mounted in the wall on then take my shirt off. "I told Naly ass bout changing my shit." I mumble, remembering  how she took a bath in my jacuzzi  tub earlier. She had my TV on some Disney movie. I change the TV back to my surveillance  cameras then turn the tub water on.

My phone starts  ringing. "You interrupting  a sexy nigga alone time, what in the fuck do you want?" I answer. "Watch your mouth!" my grandma screams at me. "Ohh. My bad, granny. I swear I didn't look at the caller ID." I say.

"That's  no way to answer the phone for nobody, boy. You know better!" she goes off. I chuckle. She still fussing like I'm a twelve year old.  "My bad, granny. What  you need?" I ask. She coughs. "Baby, I'm sick." she says.

"What kind of sick?" I ask. She pauses. "Strep throat, I believe, baby. Can you do me a favor and come take me to the hospital?" she asks. "Yeah, I'm on my way." I say, turning  the water off.  I walk out the room.  "Bye baby." she says, then hangs up.

"What's  wrong?" Zaya asks. "Granny need to go to the hospital." I answer, getting dressed. She jumps off the bed, looking scared. "What's  wrong  with her?" she panics, grabbing my hand. Her hand is literally  shaking. "Chill, baby girl. She just got strep throat, probably." I answer. She sighs then takes a deep breath. "I hope she okay." she says, putting her shoes on.

Me, Zaya, and Granny all sitting around her hospital  room waiting on the doctor to come tell us what it is. Zaya grabs granny's  hand. "Granny, how you feeling?" she softly  asks her. I can't help but smile. One thing that made  me fall in love with her is how big her heart is. She love the people in my family  that I associate  with like they her own and it's  genuine, not an act just to get on my good side like majority  of hoes  do.

"I'm fine, Zaya. You got some gravy  on the potatoes." granny says, smiling. I look at her funny. "Grandma, you high? I know I told  you bout pain pills." I say. She laughs. "Boy, shut up. I ain't high. You got gravy  on the potatoes." she says, laughing like that's the funniest  thing on the planet.

"I don't get it..." Zaya awkwardly  says. Granny smiles. "You pregnant again." she says. "Oh, no ma'am, I'm not pregnant." Zaya says. "I'm not asking, I'm telling you you are pregnant. I can tell." Granny  says, laughing her  ass off. "What type of metaphor  was gravy on the potatoes?"  I ask. "My type, sucka." granny  answer.

All of us start laughing at her crazy ass. The doctor  walks in and smiles. "Well?" I ask. He takes a deep breath. "Ms. You're  pregnant." he tells granny.

"What the hell?" all three of us ask. He  laughs . "I was kidding. Miss, you are dehydrated. We're  gonna have to keep you overnight just to make sure you get enough  fluids." he tellls us. She nods her head. "Did yall have anywhere to go?" she asks. "Jay wanted to talk to me but it can wait." I answer. "Go ahead." granny says. "I'll stay with you." Zaya says. "Okay. Let's  talk about  this baby." granny says, laughing. "I'm not pregnant." Zaya says. Granny touches Zaya's stomach. "Mmhmm, I know yall have sex." she says, pointing at me. I face palm myself. Zaya's face turns red in embarrassment.  "Naly told me she thought  yall were  fighting but your wee wee was in her." she says to me, dying laughing. Zaya punches my arm. "I told you to lock the door that time." she says.

I laugh then kiss granny's  forehead.  I hug Zaya then lean in to kiss  her. She turns her head, making me kiss her cheek. "No kiss? Why you  playing?" I ask. "Boy, move." she says, giggling.  I smile.  "Come here, give me a kiss." I say, trying  to kiss her again. "I don't know where yo lips been." she says. "Oh, really?" I ask, smirking at her. "Yall nasty." granny  says, doing a cross on her chest with  her hand.

"Aight, I see how it is." I say, laughing, turning to walk away. She pulls me back by my arm then kisses me, then pulls me into a hug. I don't know why that just  shocked  me. She lays her head on my chest. "Look at me." I say. She looks up, staring in my eyes. I lean down and kiss her. "Love you." I say. "Love  you too." she says, pulling away.

Granny looks up and starts  clapping, smiling and wiping  tears  out of her eyes. "Baby, we finna have a talk about your doctor boyfriend. Get out, boy." she says, chuckling.  I blow her a kiss  then walk out.

I'm at Cheddar's talking to Jaylen. He just told me what he said to Abria. "I knew he wasn't  yours. I was just waiting for you to tell  me." I say.  "Daddy, is it weird for me to take care of him if he ain't mine?" he asks. I sigh, thinking back to when I met Zaya. I had two bitches telling me I had a son named Chris  and a daughter  named Ebony. I raised em until I found out the truth  then I just  quit.

"I mean... naw." I answer. He sighs.  "Why she had to do me like that?" he asks, shaking his head. "I love that mane like he my own." he adds. "That's  yo son." I say. He nods her head. "Was I wrong  for what I said?" he asks. "Hell naw. Ain't no way in hell somebody  can be wrong for telling the truth. If it's  the truth, it's  just the damn truth. She can cry bout it all day long but she know just like you and me know that shit was on point. I don't like the lil hoe. She a hoe." I bluntly  answer.

He laughs. "I saw Kennedie. She was talkin' a bunch of I love you shit." he says, shaking his head. "Forreal?" I ask. He nods his head. "I hate when girls  beg. She feel like I'm obligated  to want her back since we got history. She don't even know me." he says, scrunching his nose up.  I throw  my middle fingers up. "What you flipping me off for?" He asks. "Fuck them  hoes. I got one middle finger for Kennedie ass and another for Abria." I say

He laughs.  "Dang, daddy, it's  like that?" he asks. "Damn right it is. I can't  stand Abria. I damn sure  don't like Kennedie. I just might shoot her if I see her." I tell him. He laughs, shaking his head. "Dang, dad." he says. I chuckle. "Get a good girl. Fuck them hoes though. That's all I can say. Just cause she pretty don't mean she loyal, remember  that." I say, putting the tip  down on the table. He nods his head. "Think about it." I say. It's  deeper than it sounds.

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