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DEJUAN

My dad, grandma, great grandma, mom, brothers, sisters, Abria, Mia, Legend, Kyra, Shunna, and Ronnie are  in the van headed to LAX. It's two in the morning now. Everybody but Chevy pissed the hell off. "Imma show yall the Navy Pier when we get there." he says, smiling. "Please shut up." I say. He flips me off.

"Oh, God." Mia mumbles. We look at her. "I know yo old man bladder ass didn't just sit here and piss on me..." Reshawd says, glaring upside her head.

"Watch your mouth." ma sleepily says. "DeJuan." Mia says. "What you want?" I ask. "My water just broke." she says. Dad slams on the breaks. "This can't be happening! We got a plane to catch! Can't you wait?" he asks. "What? Dad, the baby coming regardless." Holland says. "Zaya an OBGYN. Zaya, can't you deliver it?" he asks. "She has to go to the hospital. She's only six months." ma says.

Mia grips my arm, wincing in pain. "Will my baby be good?" I ask ma. She ignores me and continues to talk to Mia. Dad makes a U turn and starts heading to the hospital.

Mia stayed in labor for eight hours until the baby came. She so tiny. "Why is her hair yellow?" Analya asks. "She albino." I say. "What's that?" Analya asks.  Dad kneels down and starts explaining albinism to her.

"I'm sorry." Mia says. "Why?" I ask. "Because... our baby is albino." she sobs. "And? What, am I supposed to love her any less?" I ask, holding my daughter in my arms. "I don't care about her being albino. She still mine. Ronnie, come hold your sister." I say. "She's... she has funny hair." he says. Mia breaks down crying. "Shut the fuck up." I say. She opens her eyes. I smile. She got those pretty blue eyes from me. Who cares if she albino? She still beautiful. Plus, she look better than majority of the normal babies anyways.

She starts licking the corner of her mouth.  I kiss her forehead. "Give me my niece." Eric says. "Move up out my way, I'm holding her." Reshawd snaps, reaching for her. "Move, man. She mine." I say. "Give her." Ma says. "Heck no." I say. They start going off on me. I shrug my shoulders. "Yall just mad." I say.

The nurse walks in.  "Are you two ready to give this precious jewel a name?" she asks with a smile. "Yes." Mia says. "We wanna name her Summer Isabella Crippen." I say. "That's beautiful. Why Summer?" the nurse asks, writing it down. "She was conceived in the summer." I say, laughing. Everybody start dying laughing.

"Can I hold her?" Kyra asks. "Heck no." Mia says. My baby mommas hate each other. Mia don't like Kyra cause she had my first child and Kyra dint like Mia cause she always saying something slick. "Mia, chill." I say. She smacks her lips and rolls her eyes. "Ain't nobody holding her. She too small." I say. "So? How come you can hold her then?" dad asks. "I know right. You won't even let Mia hold her and that's her baby." ma says. "Cause she mine." I say. They start cussing me out. I laugh. "I'm still not giving yall my daughter so forget it." I say.

Mia and Summer had to stay in the hospital for two weeks cause Summer is premature but we in Chicago now. "Yall staying in the Beverly area." ma breaks the silence. "Chicago ugly." Zaria whines. "Nothing really happen in this area... I need to go to Terror Town right quick." Chevy says. "Hell no. I bet not find out yall over there." dad says. "I don't even wanna be here." Jaylen groans.  "You been real down. You good?" Kwame asks, smirking at him.

Jaylen glares at him. "Kwame, for your own good, shut the fuck up." Jay says. "Shut up! Yall shut that shit up!" Ma screams at them. Everybody get silent.

ZAYA

We just got the kids settled in the house. We got them sharing rooms in the house. We couldn't go get a mansion here cause it wouldn't be that hard to find us. Nobody expects all of these kids to be in a normal house in the Beverly area of Chicago. "You want a polish, baby?" Prod asks, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.  He kisses my ear. "Nope." I answer. "Look, I'm sorry I got everybody involved." he says. "I told you leave the streets alone..." I mumble. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. But I think this deeper than that." he says. I sigh. "When we going back to handle it?" I ask. "We? You staying here. You pregnant, baby." he says. I look at him crazy. "Excuse me?" I say. "You heard me." he says. "You got me messed up." I say. "Look... I ain't playing. You staying here." he says.  Tears slowly roll down my cheeks. "I can't stay... I don't care if I'm pregnant, I gave up the I for us a long time ago which means I'm staying by your side." I say. He kisses my forehead. "Baby, I know you willing to but it'll be a distraction. I'll be worried about my baby. You already know yo head gotta be clear out there." he says. I look away, crying. He turns my head back to him and wipes my tears. He lays me down and goes down on me. I grab his head, moaning.

"I gotta go." he says. I look down. He kisses my lips. "I love you." he says. "I love you too." I mumble. He hugs me then grabs his bag and walks out, leaving me lonely.

I got the strongest feeling that everything is about to come tumbling down and I'm usually right when I get that feeling.

PROD

Me and Roc just landed in Los Angeles.  "Let's go to the strip club." he says. I look at my gold rolex. It's almost 12am. "Aight... but stay sober. We can't be lackin." I say. He nods his head.

We just pulled out. I check my phone and smirk at the naked picture Zaya just sent me. I already miss my baby and it ain't even been that long yet. She just sent me another text saying she miss me. I call her. "Wassup?" I ask. "I miss you." she whines. I sigh. "Baby, I miss you too." I say. "What's that noise?" she asks. "I'm at the club with Roc." I say. "What the fuck? Business before pleasure, nigga. Go handle your business." she says. "Chill, baby." I say, laughing. She sighs. "I'm about to go take the kids to eat." she says. "Aight. Be safe. Love you." I say. "Love you too." she says, then hangs up.

Roc smirks at me. "I wish I had that." he says. "Tae was a fraud. I been told you that." I say, walking into the club.  "You did." he admits.  I never liked that hoe. Even before I met Zaya, I didn't like Tae. They gone listen to me one day.

We walk into the VIP section. Two bad ass strippers with fat asses get on the poles in front of us and start dancing.  I look down at the text from Zaya then back at Ol girl in front of me. "What can I get you to drink?" the bartender asks. "Hennessy... never mind, get me water." I say. I ain't drinking tonight.  I can't take my chances on getting drugged. Too many niggas after me. "Bring me some hot wings." Roc says. She nods and walks off. The stripper in front of me sits in my lap and starts grinding.  Deep down I know this shit wrong but it feel so right. She grabs my dıck. I close my eyes. Damn... temptation.

"Wait... I got a lady." I say. She ignores me and takes my dıck in her mouth.  "Fuck." I grunt, sitting up. Head ain't ever hurt nobody. I know this shit foul.  Zaya texts me again.  I look at it then put my phone down. She starts calling me. I ignore it.  Roc's phone starts ringing. "Hello?" he answers.  "Put Prod on the phone." she says. "He busy." he says. I look at him crazy.  This nigga trying to make me get killed by her. "Put him on, now!" she screams.  He chuckles and hands it to me. "Hey, baby." I manage to say, holding this bitch head.

"What the fuck you letting a hoe suck you up for?" she screams. My eyes widen. "What you talking about?" I ask. "Look back." she says. I look back. She standing at the back of the club beside Almond, glaring at me. My mouth drops. I push ol girl off me.

"Zaya!" I yell, chasing her out the door. "Get out of my damn face." she says. "Look, I can explain." I say. "Explain why you was slappin' that hoe's tongue with yo dıck? Naw, I don't wanna hear it. You claim you love me but you do this? That ain't love." she says. Tears slowly roll down her face. "Zavianna, I swear I love you. I ain't cheated since we fixed our shit. I messed up just then and I'm sorry." I say. She shakes her head. "Get back." she says. "You know what, I'm fucking tired of holding my tongue! You got a good woman! Hell, I'd go straight for a woman like her! Keep fucking up and I just might go straight and take her ass from you! I'm tired of her crying over you! She loves you!" Almond screams at me.

I ignore him and look at her. "What you doing here anyway?" I ask. "You should've known I wasn't staying back! I already know who against us anyways! But guess what? Since you take it upon yourself to cheat, take it upon yourself to figure it out on your own." she says, then walks off. I grab her arm and pull her in my chest. She starts crying, beating my chest. "I'm so sick of trying with you!" she screams.  I hold her. "I'm sorry." I say. She shakes her head. "Fuck you and your sorries." she says.

"You don't mean that." I say. "Trust me, I do." she says, then pushes me off. "If you mean it, why you still wearing my engagement ring?" I ask. She sighs. "Fuck you." she says, then walks back to Almond's truck.

I sigh and rub the back of my neck. "Nigga, my bad." Roc says. I shake my head. "I'm finna go to the hotel." I say. "Aight." he says, following me to the car.

ZAYA

I'm in my hotel room crying my eyes out.  I can't believe that bitch ass nigga.  Ain't he tired of hurting me? Ain't he tired of doing me wrong? I'm never in the wrong.  I want him to feel how I feel for once.

Somebody knocks on the door. I go look and let Roc in. "If you came over here to talk me into messing with Prod, forget it cause I'm pissed as shit." I say. I go grab my sweat pants and put them over my boy shorts.

"Who said I'm here for that?" he asks. I raise my eyebrow. "Roc, what you want?" I ask. He rubs the back of his neck. "You remember that time we fucked?" he asks. I roll my eyes. "Yes... why?" I ask. "You know I always had feelings for you. The only reason I fucked with yo sister after I saw you was cause I saw how Prod was feeling you and didn't wanna interfere." he says. "What?" I ask. "Zaya... I love you." he says. "Of course I love you... like a brother, man." I say. He shakes his head. "Naw... it's deeper than some brother and sister shit, man. I swear it is. Ain't shit worse than not being able to be with who you in love with. I'm in love with you." he says. I shake my head.

"Eat it." I say, laying down. Fuck Prod. I'm so pissed at him. All I wanna do is hurt him right now.  "Huh?" he asks. "Eat my pussy." I bluntly say. He laughs. "Umm... ok." he says. I take everything off. His eyes light up. He lays me back and takes my clıt in his mouth.  I gasp. I swear forth god Roc ain't no rookie. It's like he been lickin' cat since he came up out his momma.

"Shit." I moan, grabbing his head and pulling him deeper. He grips my ass and kisses from my belly button until he gets back to my areas. He takes it right back in his mouth.  My legs start shaking.  I cūm then sit up. I ain't ecer came so quick from head, not even with Prod.

"What you laughing for?" he asks. I get up and put my clothes back on. "Thanks for the head. Now, get the fuck out." I say, pushing him out the door. I lock it then lay back down. Fuck these niggas. No, I meant bitches cause they act like some.
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