Lol ppl was confused on why I'm gone take a break. It's not cause I have writer's block, I never have that. It's just that I'm trying to better myself n all that. Like, I'm trying to change my bad attitude & stuff like that. Plus, I'm leaving 4 a cruise on the 19th anyway so it ain't like I can update then anyway. I just wanted to clear that up.

"We gotta socialise and cherish times. This shit is deeper than love." - Future

JESSICA

"Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek. Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek." my daughter and I rap along to Nicki Minaj's song Feeling Myself.

We just left the hospital from visiting Darius, now we're headed to visit Ant in prison. A week ago when him and Montana got into a fight, he got arrested for destroying property at the hospital, assaulting the officer, assaulting Montana, resisting arrest, and violating his probation. He can get up to five or ten years at the most.  His lawyer is gonna try to pull strings so he doesn't have to do as much time but he can only do so much. He  can't get out on bail because he violated his probation, so he'll definitely have to serve time. He's been locked up for a week waiting on his court date which is in a few days.

Only Reign came with me to visit Ant. He really didn't want her or the boys to see him locked up but she cried really hard so I went ahead and let her come with me. This brings back so many bad memories of me visiting him while he was in there years ago and I hate how our kids have to deal with this.

We're about ten minutes away from California State Prison, Los Angeles County where he's currently being held. We really don't know if they'll send him to a prison out of town or if they'll even free him on his court date. I'm just hoping for the best. My kids need him and his son does too.

"Mommy, I'm hungry." Reign says, tapping my shoulder from the back seat. I glance back at her as she plays with her toys, sitting in her pink and purple booster seat.

"You just ate fruit, Reign." I say. "I know but I'm still hungry. Can we get Taco Bell? And can we bring daddy food? Granddaddy Antonio said jail food is nasty." she says. "No, we can't bring him food. But I'll stop and get you something later. Don't you wanna see daddy before visiting hours are over?" I ask. She nods her head, yes. "Well, baby girl, you gotta eat when we leave there because if we stop now, we won't get to see him." I explain. She smiles, then nods her head.

I take a deep breath. I really wonder how I'm about to deal with this and explain to the kids what's going on. I'll do the best I can though. And I still don't know what made Ant snap like he did, it was far from normal. I think it was way deeper than Montana hitting me because if that was the case, he would've handled that situation the same day he found out. It had to be a different reason.

ANT

One of the officers escort me to a room that resembles one of the interrogation rooms, but it's really for visits. Usually, my lawyer visits me in here.

The officer takes my handcuffs off. I sit in one of the chairs, then massage my wrists.

The door opens and Jessica walks in looking good as ever, dressed in a white and gold Versace dress that hugs her body with Reign matching her, dressed in all white with gold earrings in her little ears and gold bows in her hair.

"Daddy!" she screams, jumping in my arms. I smile, holding my daughter close to me. I really didn't want Jessica to bring the kids here but it feels good to see my baby girl. She can brighten my day no matter how bad it is.

"Wassup? You missed me?" I ask. She nods her head, yes. "Yes. I brought you something. Do you like it?" she asks, smiling wide as she holds up a coloring book page she wrote my name on and put glitter all over. I smile. "I like anything you give me. Thank you." I say, folding it up to put it in my prison jumpsuit.

She yawns. "Daddy, what bad thing did you do to make you come here?" she sleepily asks, lying her head on my chest as she balls up in my lap. I hate the fact I won't get to take her home and let her sleep on my chest as usual. "I got into a fight." I answer. She doesn't say anything. I kiss her forehead as she sleeps.

I pick her up, then sit her in one of the chairs. She lays her head on the table, still sleeping. My baby sleeps like she just had a long day at work or something.

"Wassup, baby?" I ask Jessica. She laughs a little. "Ant, you know I ain't your baby. Quit playing." she says. I laugh a little bit. It was worth a shot.

"Girl, what? You gone always be my baby. Come here." I say, pulling her into a hug as she laughs. The door opens. "Fifteen more minutes." the officer says, then steps back out. I know the feds are watching right now but I don't care. I'm about to make the most of the visit. Plus, the visits are only twenty minutes long in here.

"Let me go." Jessica whines as I hold her close to me. "Naw, baby, you my everything. You all I ever wanted." I playfully sing Drake's song Best I Ever Had to her.

"You must have a sudden case of amnesia? You forgot about Polly?" she asks. "Nope... I just don't wanna deal with her." I answer. "I ain't ya sideline girl. Don't play with me." she says. "Sideline? You'll always be my main, Jessica." I assure her. "Nope. I don't wanna be a main chick. It shouldn't be a main and side chick, it should be an only chick." she says, staring in my eyes while I continue to hold her in my arms. "So, you saying you wanna be my one and only? Cause if that's the case, Polly finna get the boot." I say in all seriousness.

I'd drop any female no matter how freaky or fine she is for Jessica. Nobody can compete with my first love in my eyes. It just can't happen. I'm sure it's plenty of other dudes going through what I'm going through who'll understand me. Jessica ain't perfect and neither am I. I just love her a lot.

She shakes her head. "How you gone propose then just act like you never did?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders. "Stuff happens. I don't even love her." I say

"Yeah, whatever. But why did you snap on Montana like that?" she asks. "He did it." I simply say, not wanting to say too much. "He wouldn't ever purposely knock your fish bowl over like that. He actually loved that gold fish." she says, speaking in code.

"Yeah... he did purposely knock my fish bowl over. When he came to tell me about it, he didn't even look upset or bothered like he would've if somebody else knocked my fish bowl off the fireplace." I say.

I'm basically saying that if someone else shot Darius, Montana would go on a killing spree and he'd be mad, but he came in the hospital room smiling. Him and Darius clearly had beef. Montana clearly shot Darius. The doctor even talked about how smart the shooter had to be and everybody knows Montana is smart and knows a lot about gunshots and human bodies because he is sick and twisted beyond belief. That was a dead give away, so I popped off on sight.

She nods her head. "That's true. So, you think he did that crap to our fish on purpose?" she asks in disbelief. I nod my head, yes. "Wow." she says.

"Ten more minutes." the officer says, then closes the door back. I look at Jessica. "Get out of Cali. You, the twins, and take my son Jessie with you. I want yall to move somewhere fun... Miami, maybe. Tell my real dad hook you up for me. Don't bring the pet. Ain't no point in bringing a dead goldfish." I say, basically telling hee that mess they had going on is now over and he don't need to be nowhere near her or my kids.

She sighs. "It'll have to be after your court date and after Darius is released from the hospital." she says. "That's cool with me. I just want yall to get away and have fun." I say. She nods her head.

I stare at her for a second. "You coming to court to support me, bae?" I ask. "Polly is bae, not me. But yes, you know I'll be there." she says. I smile. "I think I wanna be celibate." she randomly says.

"Why?" I ask. "I just don't want to give my body away until I'm with someone I'm married to because I never plan on getting a divorce. I want it to always be special. Plus, I didn't tell you this, but I've been more into church, taking the kids to church too and just trying to better myself and change my ways. I heard you're supposed to wait until you're married to have sex anyway." she says. I smile. "I respect that." I say, stepping away.

"Imma be celibate too then." I say. She raises her eyebrow. "Ant, you've had women in many different parts of the world and you're engaged to a pornstar. I'm surprised you aren't burning down below yet. I think it's impossible for you to stay celibate." she says.

I laugh. "Quit doubting me, baby, for real. I'll be celibate, for real. I might go to church with you whenever I get out." I say. I thought about going and letting God do his thing with my life and make me a better person, but I've never been religious so I never went. If Jessica goes, that's the only way I will.

"Okay. Fine. When you get out, we'll go to church. Oh, and we both have to stay celibate. Deal?" she asks. I nod my head then shake on it. I lean in her face then kiss her lips.

Her eyes widen as she roughly scrubs at her mouth with her fist. "No! I'm too young for diseases! Ant, no!" she cries. "You kiss Polly, you can't kiss me!" she sobs, dead serious as she wipes her mouth.

I shake my head in shock as she has a breakdown about it. "Dang, Jessica, my freakin bad. I thought we was feeling each other." I say, getting irritated.

She starts laughing. "I'm sorry... I just hate her." she says. "One more minute." the officer says, not leaving out this time. I kiss Jessica's forehead, then her lips. This time, she didn't do anything but take a deep breath and wipe her lips with her arm on the slick as if I didn't just see that.

I laugh a little, shaking my head. I can't believe I agreed to become celibate. I smirk. I guess I gotta keep lotion everywhere I go when I get out of jail because I'll be using it many days if I plan on not having sex again until I get married.

I kiss Reign on her forehead, making sure I don't wake her up as Jessica picks her up. I don't want her to wake up cause she'll cry because she wants me to come home with her but I can't.

The officer puts the handcuffs back on my wrists. Jessica leans over, making sure she doesn't wake Reign up as she sleeps in her arms, the kisses my forehead. "See you later, baby." she says, making me smile hard. "Baby daddy that is." she adds, making me mean mug her.

The officer laughs a little. "Alright, time is up." he says. "Bye, Ant." Jessica says, then walks out holding our daughter in her arms with her purse hanging off her shoulder. It feels good to have somebody holding me down while I'm dealing with this. It make me feel real good to know she still there for me.

DARIUS

Liah gets her nurse to bring her to my room everyday to visit me. It's crazy how we ended up in the hospital at the exact same time over stupid stuff.

The door opens and her nurse pushes her wheelchair in here as usual. "Hola." Liah says. I smile at her. "Sup? Why didn't you text me back?" I ask. "Oh, they were checking something to make sure nothing else went wrong. I was having internal bleeding from constantly being stomped. Sorry." she answers.

"It's cool. Thank you for checking on me." I say as her nurse brings her closer to me. She leans forward a little, wincing in pain, then pecks my lips.

I look down, trying hard to not start blushing. I like affection, I won't even lie. She treats me real good every time she visits, but I can't bring myself to fall for her. I'm scared she'll hurt me and I'll end up dealing with her craziness like I'm dealing with Yanda's, who I thought really loved me. I don't even know who to trust at this moment anyways, so I can't just jump into Liah right now. We have to take it slow if I even decide to get to know her on that level.

DELLA

I check the time on my watch, waiting patiently for Jessica to walk in the resturant, Texas Roadhouse where I asked her to meet me. I decided to tell her the truth about the baby. I'm very nervous because I've heard scary things about this woman, but I still have to do this.

She's almost an hour late. The hostess walks her over to the booth I'm sitting in. Jessica slides in across from me, then smiles. "What I do to deserve this?" she asks. I can tell this whole politeness is a complete act but I'll hold my peace.

"Hi, I'm Della." I start. "We established that when you got bold enough to confront me in the mall. You're lucky I didn't just stomp the baby right on out your stomach." she nonchalantly says, making me gasp and stare at her in fear. She bursts into laughter. "I'm kidding. You didn't think I'd kill your baby or you, now did you? You think that low of me?" she sarcastically laughs, hysterically laughing.

This woman is crazy but I'll still do what I came here to do in the first place. I take a deep breath. "I apologize for that." I say. Her eyes trail to the bandage on the side of my head and the bruises on my neck from that guy at Montana's home. I still don't know why he did this to me. "Who beat the brakes up off you?" she asks, laughing.

I narrow my eyes. "Listen, trick. Domestic violence isn't funny. Forget being nice and respectful like I started to. I am not pregnant with Montana's child, I'm pregnant with Ant's and he paid me off to keep quiet. So, with that being said, maybe, we can start a reality show called Baby Mommas of a Thug or something!" I snap at her, throwing my cup of lemonade in her freshly done hair and all white, expensive dress.

I'm immediately regretting that as she stares at me in pure rage as people surrounding us begin to watch and some record, waiting for the next move. "I'm so sorry." I apologize, feeling my eyes water. I'm so afraid at this moment. What I said and did was so disrespectful and uncalled for.

She stares at me. "I take the whole Baby Mommas of a Thug thing as a sign of disrespect and racism." she straight up says, wiping lemonade out of her face with napkins. I wasn't trying to be racist, but now that I think about it, the comment didn't sound too good coming from me because I'm white.

"And?" I ask, still pretending to be tough like I don't feel bad for what I did to her. She giggles, then motions for one of the waitresses. "Bring me the strongest thing you have. Doesn't matter what it is, just something strong." she tells the woman, then hands her some money.

The young, Mexican waitress nods her head then walks away. Jessica turns to face me. "What made you think throwing lemonade in my face was a smart move?" she calmly asks. "Because I hate you." I answer. On the inside, I'm full of fear. I slowly pull the knife, bracing myself to stab her in her neck. I slowly lean forward, getting ready to go in for the kill.

Before I can do anything, she snatches the broom out the guy's  hand while he was sweeping the floor, then swings at the top of my head, busting it over and over.

I scream at the top of my lungs as blood rushes from my head. She quickly gets out of the booth then walks away like nothing ever happened. I'll never try to kill her again, that's for sure.

I feel so light headed as people try to help me. I can't believe that just happened all because I tried to stab her. She took it too far. You're not supposed to harm a pregnant woman.

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