Prod

I'm in my hotel room bored as fuck. I hear a knock on the door. I grab my gun and walk to it. Yeah, I'm out the game but from time, niggas still be jumpin stupid so I stay strapped.

"Open up, nigga!" Roc says. I step back and open it, letting him in. "Nigga, what's wrong with you?" I ask, closing the door. I sit on the bed and sit the gun on the night stand. He plops down In the chair.

"Tae make my ass sick!" He yells. "Nigga calm that shit down before I get put out." I say. "My bad, bruh but I can't take this shit!" He exclaims. "Ok, let me get up in my Dr. Phil mode and shit. Dr. Craig nigga, what's the problem?" I ask. "Bruh, she cheating on me and swear I'm doing that shit." He says. I raise my eyebrow. Tae ain't ever seemed like the disloyal cheating type of girl but ay, who knows what goes on behind closed doors?

"How you know?" I ask. " Bruh, first of all she be gone all day then come home Smelling like some of that cheap shit and Lord knows don't nobody I fuck with wear no power stick body spray. So, what that tell you? She cop attitudes with me all day then smile looking at her phone. I'm starting not to trust her. Mane, for real. "Bruh... That don't mean she cheating. Zaya do that all the time. Tae is a relationship therapist so of course she smell like them other niggas." I say. "Ok, Zaya is a head obgyn nurse if I'm correct. Do she smell like them niggas who be in there to watch the birth of they kids?" He asks. Yeah, my baby a sexy ass nurse. I love it when she come home and play sexy nurse for a nigga. I chuckle.

"Nigga this ain't funny!" He snaps. I laugh. "My bad, but yeah, depends on how strong the nigga's cologne is. I know she ain't cheating." I say. "How?" he asks. "I trust her. If she been down for all these years and ain't ever gave me a reason to question her loyalty, I don't now. I got eyes on her. She always where she say she gon be any way." I say. "How I'm supposed to trust her if she come home smelling like other niggas and smiling at her phone? Then she swear I'm the one messing around." He says. "Yall lack trust. How you marry a relationship therapist and still have problems?" I ask. "That's a good question." He says. We burst out laughing. "Ok, I love my wife. I just don't trust her big lip ass." He says. I laugh. "Both of yall niggas got them ham sandwich lips." I say. He laughs. "Nigga, fuck you. Let's go to the club." He says. I get up. "Hell yeah cause a nigga can't stay in here. Then Zaya trippin, thinking this a drug deal and thinking I'm here with another baby momma." I say. He laughs. "You ever cheated? She be trippin like You did." He says, walking out the room. I follow. "Naw I ain't ever cheated, dead serious. I probably flirted and talked to a couple broads but then I realized I would be ready to die without my baby so I left them hoes alone. Hoes ain't even worth losing my wife." I say. I miss her already. "I wanna go to the strip club." He says. "Let me ask Zaya." I say. "I ain't asking Tae shit." He says, laughing. I shake my head and call her.

Zaya

"Analya, what's 5+5?" I ask, adding seasoning to the taco meat in my skillet. "Five plus five Is ten, mommy." She says, giggling. "Good job baby." I say. "Hey Prince! " She screams. I look back at him. "Prince Crippen, why you just now getting home?" I ask. "Zaya, I was at the mall." He says. "Lie again. You a sixteen year old boy therefor you can't do whatever the hell you want. The mall close at nine. I don't know who yall kids think yall are doing what yall want." I say. "Oooh." Analya says. "I'm sorry, ma." He says. my phone starts ringing. "Who is that?" I ask. "Yo husband." He says, handing it to me. "What?" I ask. "Dang, I know you ain't mad." he says. "Nope now make it snappy. I'm cooking for all your kids." I sarcastically say. "Zaya, quit acting like that. You know I'm coming home to my

wife." He says. "Craig, what do you want? " I ask. "I was wondering if... if I can uh... ya know, uhh hit the club with Roc." He says. "What club?" I sternly ask. "The strip club." He says. "As in the club big booty naked hoes with butterfly tattoos on they ass cheeks be at? As in my past life kind of club?" I Sarcastically ask. "Uh... Yeah, I think that's the one." He says. "Now, exactly what's in a strip club for two married men with multiple children and wives who are both stressed the fuck out?" I ask. "Girls on poles, I guess. Zaya, if you say I can't go, I'm just gon walk back in my hotel room and jack off thinking of you." He says. I roll my eyes. "Go ahead smart mouth bastard. Text me which one." I say. "Are you being sarcastic?" He asks. "No, go do you. Behave nigga. Let me find out you acting up. Let me find out this nigga stickin and rolling these hoes on my sister." I say. He laughs. "Roc she said let her find out you stickin and rollin them hoes on Tae." He says. "Bye." I say. I hang up. He texts me the club. I call my right hand Almond.

"Hey boo!" He yells in my ear. "Hola Almond. What you up to?" I ask. "Girl, in my hotel room. I might go make a quick run to McDonald's but girl, New York is so crowded." He says. "I got something for you to do hun." I say. "Girl, the last time you had something for me to do, it was body parts and blood all over my bedroom and especially my damn persian rug." He says. "Almond, shut the hell up. My hubby been paid yo ass back them lil millions for that rug." I say. He laughs. "Girl, who you talking to? I ain't one of your many sons. My name is Kevin better known as Almond, girl. You better get right before I give you that act right." He says. I laugh. "Almond, lose the attitude please." I say. He laughs. "Girl, you know I love yo ol mixed big booty ass. Now, what is it you need me to do? You know I'm gon ride for you." He says. I smile. "Well, Prod monkey ass just up and decided he wanted to go to New York with Roc earlier today. He swears it's business but I don't believe none of that. He called and asked me if he has permission to go to the strip club ." I say. "Girl, I would be whoopin Troy white ass all up and down this mothafucka. What you say?" He asks, getting fired up. Troy is his boyfriend. They been rocking for a couple years now. "Man, I said yeah. I'm mad at his ass tho. I need my best friend Almond to go to that Sapphire strip club and watch him. Take pictures and videos then send Em to me. I wanna know everything that goes on." I say. "Hol up, so you want me to stalk your sexy husband in a strip club? Girl you know I'm scared of titties and that P word! I can't deal." He says. "Well focus on all the hard dick in the room, hell." I say. We laugh. "You want this done now?" He asks. "Yup." I say. He sighs. "Fine then Mrs. Crippen. He gon kill us." He says, laughing. "Nigga, he ain't gon do a thing. Disguise so he won't recognize you." I say. "Baby, disguise is my middle name." He says. I laugh. "Ok, Well, E just got back with the twins and Reshawd. Hit me back later." I say. "Gotcha love." He says, then hangs up.

"Hey ma!" Eric says, hugging me. I Kiss his cheek. "Hey honey! When you gon bring home a girl to meet me?" I ask him for the millionth time. Eric is a damn loner. It's just him and his straight A's. All he does is stay in the house laying his big head on my stomach talking about nothing. I know all of these kids ain't biologically mine but all of us have a real legit mother child bond. They call me momma and what not. Eric, Holland, and Heaven especially. Reshawd was basically a baby when I met him so I've always been his momma in his eyes.

"Mom, why do you ask me that so much?" He asks. I stare at him, admiring who he became. It's funny how he went from a Piru bangin, Weed smokin, drinking, cussing, sagging, in trouble all the time, ghetto, crazy thirteen year old to a Proper, well dressed, well mannered, straight A, respectful, and humble young eighteen year old man. I couldn't ask for a better son. "Helloooo, earth to my mother." He says, waving in my face. I laugh. "My bad, baby boy." I say. "Uugh, if I do bring home a girl which I doubt, please don't call me baby boy around her." He says. I raise my eyebrow. "What you mean you doubt? I be seeing how them girls be commenting on your pictures and be all in your face everywhere you walk." I say. He grabs my hand. "Promise me you'll keep this between us." He says. "Ok, I promise." I say. "I'm gay, ok. I act the way I do, ya know, questionable to everyone around me because I am. I'm gay, mom and I pray you can accept me. I'm still your son. Nothing Is different. The only difference is my sexuality. Please treat me The same. And... The first man I've ever loved is... is Dorian. I know he's the reason my twins are locked up but I love him." He says. My eyes tear up. "What the fuck?" I yell. His eyes tear up. "Please, ma don't do this. Don't dog me out, I just wanna be accepted." He says. I shake my head and sit down. I put my head in my hands. Oh Wow. What the hell is this???

Almond

So I'm sitting in this terrible place full of ugly woman parts scoping Prod out. These niggas ain't loyal dude. They really ain't. Roc got this rip off Miracle Watts sucking his dick in the VIP. Ok, I won't lie, I took a good picture for myself. He got a nice... Let me stop. But yeah, she sucking him up and Prod ain't no better. He drunk off his ass, high and still smoking while this wanna be Joseline Hernandez man face, glue gun head ass broad jerking him off and he feeling all on her. I'm just recording and snapping the whole thing up. I'm getting pissed watching them. Why? Because besides me, they're the only guys they've ever put their trust in and they decide to dog them for some pole hopping bitches. I wanna go raise hell so bad but I'm undercover. I stare closely. Prod pushes her off him and gets up. He starts pacing with his hand on his head feeling dumb I bet. "Damn, what the fuck was I thinkin? Roc, let's go. Man, I can't believe I let a broad who ain't my wife touch me! Damn, I fucked up!" He panics. Roc gets up. With that, they walk out looking dumb and guilty. Niggas. I turn around and catch this gorgeous girl staring at me. My dick hardens. I look down, shocked. Ok, I cannot believe a woman made me stand. That's weird. I feel disgusted but I can't keep my eyes off her. She bad enough to make a gay man go straight. She waves at me. I get up and rush out. No, I am not fucking with a female. Now, let me send her this crap.

Eric

I didn't think she'd react to what I told her this way. She's crying her heart out, asking why, and banging the counter. Everybody's in here watching her have a mental breakdown. "Ma, calm down." Reshawd says. "My son is gay!" She exclaims. I look at everybody and bust out laughing. "Yall think this is funny?" She screams. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Analya asks. "Go to yo room, Naly." Prince says. "Nothings funny!" She snaps. Once again, we start laughing. "Do you really think I'm gay? If I was gay, do you honestly think I'd betray my twins like that?" I ask. "What you trynna say, Eric?" She sobs. "You got punked." I say. I take theater. I can act so well, I deserve a grammy. "I can't believe you really did it." Holland exclaims. "I did, now pay up niggas." I say. "Well done, bruh." Kwame says. "Thanks." I say, taking money. "Yall suck. Fuck all yall mixed fuck faces." Zaya goes off, laughing. I laugh. "Heck no, I'm not a homosexual. I have no problems with that but it isn't me. But mom, I promise you'll be the first to meet that special girl when I find her." I say. "Whatever, I'm going to-" She quits talking, staring at her phone. Sadness takes over her. "What's wrong?" Heaven asks. "Nothing... uh, fix yall plates and eat." She says. She runs upstairs. I hear the door slam loud. "I wonder what happened." Holland says. I shrug. I hope it ain't crazy. This family is known for craziness.

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Before yall start bashing, naw I'm not against homosexuals. Do you. Idgas