"I fumbled your heart. Should've let go of my past for you. You did everything I asked of you. Drive across the country if I asked you to. But I'm just bad for you." - Trey Songz

JESSICA

I'm so damn mad at Majesty and Qua, I don't know what to do. First of all, they fucked the repass up fighting. They managed to break the table in half, broke a lot of glass, and had food and alcohol all over everything and everybody. Then, Majesty had the nerve to take his anger out on the wall once the fight was finally broken up. So, Ant and I have to pay for fucked the damage and mess on top of twenty five holes my son decided to put in their wall.

On top of the chaos, Reign's water broke a little afterwards. I'm excited to meet my granddaughter. I'm just highly stressed out. Between Presley dying, LaLa being paralyzed from the waist down for I don't know how long, Sean being half dead, and my kids clowning and shit; I don't know what's worse.

Ant and I are almost at the hospital to drop Reign off. She's sitting in the back seat trembling out of fear. She started crying when her water broke because she's afraid of the unknown. I was terrified when I gave birth to Noble and Majesty, so I understand. Ant on the other hand ain't so understanding of her fears. "Reign, stay yo ass on that towel, mane. Don't get yo water and shit all up on my seats." He fusses.

"Shut up, Antasia. This ain't your first rodeo." I tell him as I roll my eyes at his dramatic ass. "Right. He's acting like he hasn't been in the delivery room a million times with you. You ought to know what to expect more than I do." Reign says. "Yeah, and every single time, a nigga didn't want all that shit in the car. See, I should've called an ambulance and let them take yo ass." He says, making me laugh because he's so serious.

"Daddy, hush. I'm scared and I'm in a bad mood already." Reign says. "All jokes aside, fuck what Qua and Majesty talking about, alright? This your first child, babygirl. Yeah, you finna feel some pain but you getting a blessing out the shit. Don't let a nigga or yo brother fuck your experience up. You went nine months unhappy as hell behind Drew. At least enjoy yo daughter coming in the world without being unhappy because Qua did what he did." Ant says.

"I agree. Fuck that right now." I say. She nods her head. "Ew... water is just gushing and it feels disgusting." She laughs out as she wipes her tears. "Well, have fun. There's more gushing to come." I joke.

We just got to the hospital and walked her inside. "Here, sit ya ass in this wheelchair dripping that shit all over the place." Ant says. "Daddy, stoooooop!" Reign whines. A lady is looking at him crazy as he helps Reign into a wheelchair. "I'm too damn old for this shit." He adds. The lady rolls her eyes, making me laugh. "That's ridiculous. Being in labor is not gross. Don't make it harder on her, stupid man." She mumbles with an attitude as she walks by. I don't even have it in me to argue with a bitch when I know Ant is joking around with our daughter right now. My mind is all over the place. She ain't even worth it.

"That dirty blonde ass wig is what's ridiculous, love. Mind the business that pay yo ole stale ass. Bitch got the face of a damn donkey and shit. Fuck on somewhere." Ant says back as we head towards the elevators to get to labor and delivery.

"Daddy, stop!" Reign fusses as the woman rolls her eyes and mumbles while walking away. "Tell her ass stop then. You my lil girl, mane. You been knowing me yo whole life to know I'm excited and just playing. Nosey ass bitches need to worry about something more productive." He says. "Let it go." I say as we get in the elevator.

After checking into labor and delivery, they took Reign back by herself to make sure she's in labor, get her information, and they hooked her up to an IV. Then, they moved her to the room she'll give birth in. We've been in here for a couple of hours trying to comfort her while she has contractions.

She's in tears and squeezing Ant's hand while she has another one. I've been watching the monitor and it shows that one was a really big contraction. She's only two centimeters dilated, so we have a while to go before my granddaughter gets here.

"You letting Drew come in? He won't quit blowing our phones up." I say. She nods her head yes. I watch as she closes her eyes tight while she has another contraction. The door just opened and Miguel rushed in. "Hey bestie boo! Omg, I'm sorry I'm so late! My daughter is coming! I'm soooooo happy!" Miguel exclaims as he hugs Reign. He's so excited, he's in tears trying not to cry. I love Miguel. He's been nothing but a real friend to my daughter and I appreciate that so much.

"I'm so scared, Miguel!" Reign cries. "I'm  finna go grab me something to eat." Ant tells me. "For what? You ate at the repass." I remind him. "I know I did, love. I just didn't finish my food because dumb and dumber fucked shit up and my plate hit the floor. You know labor be taking forever, so I'm finna go ahead and put somethin on my stomach." He answers.

"Don't leave. We can just have one of the kids bring something." I suggest. "Why you don't want me to go?" He asks. "I just don't." I answer. I really don't want him to leave because since the shooting I've been so afraid of somebody else close to me being killed or critically injured. I never want Ant or my kids away from me too long until shit is sorted out. Jah is dumb as hell, but I can't imagine him waiting and not plotting after being so bold.

"Aight." Ant agrees as he sits back on the couch. Reign starts groaning with her eyes closed tight. I just looked at the monitor. She was having another contraction. "I'll go get food after the baby gets here." Miguel says. "Nigga, do you know how long this girl finna be in labor? Ain't no telling. My stomach finna touch my damn balls, I'm so hungry." Ant's extra ass exaggerates.

The door just opened. Drew runs in here holding a Louis Vuitton duffle bag and dressed like he's about to go to bed. "Why the fuck are you here? Just leave and come back when she gets here." Reign snaps. I'm surprised because I thought she wanted him in here. "What? Since when did you decide I can't watch?" He asks seeming genuinely hurt as if he hasn't been a fuck nigga her whole pregnancy. That's not my business, so I'll stay out of it.

"Since I started feeling this pain and these contractions. A nigga like you don't even deserve to see me hurt like this!" Reign bursts into tears. I just wrapped my arms around her as she cries. It's sad when a woman can't even view giving birth as a beautiful blessing because of how bad she was treated. She wasnt innocent, but Drew dogged the hell out of her and Shai both.

"Just calm down, Reign. Your body under too much pressure. Stop stressing like this. Fuck him, mane." Ant says, rubbing her back. Drew looks wholeheartedly guilty for once. "Look... Reign, I'm sorry. On some real shit, I'm sorry. You nor Shai deserved all my selfish and fucked up actions. I just wanna be here to see my first born come in the world, but I'll leave. I understand I already disrespected you enough, so I'll respect yo wishes for once and leave." Drew sadly says.

I just watched him silently leave. "You sure you don't want him in here, bestie?" Miguel asks as she cries in pain. "If he comes back, he can't try me. If he does, out he goes." She finally answers.

Ant just left to go get Drew. I just decided to go ahead and take a seat. I have enough kids to know that this shit will take forever. I'm just excited to witness my granddaughter coming into the world because I honestly didn't think I would after everything Reign and I went through.

NOBLE

I just got back to the crib Majesty and I share. I try to avoid being home as much as possible because I don't want smoke with my girl. Jaylah ain't stupid, so she knew that Majesty had bitches here. She don't trust that around me. Because I want to keep my family intact and respect her as my girl and son's mother, I avoid being here as much as possible.

I don't mind. I usually spend my time ar her apartment. It's no greater feeling to me. The feeling of getting high and fucking hoes don't have shit on being there with her and my son. I'm past the stage of getting around. This is what I want.

I just walked in. The smell of weed just took over my senses. One thing about my family is we smoke some Grade A weed. The shit is so fire. After fighting Qua and getting exposed to Shai, I don't blame my brother for being cooped up smoking weed.

I just found him at the kitchen table smoking with an empty tequila bottle on the table along with another rolled blunt. "You just knocked that bottle out by yourself?" I ask. His eyes are red and he looks out of it. "Yep." Majesty answers. We are twins. I know my brother inside out just like he knows me. This nigga is struggling with an alcohol addiction. Every time some shit dont go right, he'll drink like the shit is water. Af first, I thought he just liked getting wasted for fun. Now I'm starting to think the nigga is depressed or some other shit.

Instead of judging him for it, I just want to talk and try to get through to him. I remember when I was like him and he was like me. I used to be the one doing shit to hurt myself just because I was going through some shit. For the most part, Majesty was always happy. Now it's like I've been watching him unravel.

"Wassup with you, nigga? The fuck is up with all the drinking? You a stoner. Everybody knows that, but a drinker? Since when?" I ask. "Mane... Noble, I'm a fucking alcoholic. Been one since middle school." He admits. I raise my eyebrow. "How is that?" I ask. "You and I both know how much liquor used to be in the house because pops be getting lit and shit. I started sneaking and hitting the bottle, then I just started drinking heavier and heavier. Shit, I don't know." He answers. Nobody knew he even had a problem that bad.

"Damn. So you bad off to where you need some help?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. "Mothafuckas ain't finna lock my ass up and shit like I'm crazy just because I got a drinking issue. I'll admit I got a problem, but I ain't finna waste my time with no fake ass help. I don't believe in that shit." He answers. He is drunk enough to be vulnerable, but at the same time I know he can hold his liquor.

"Aight. Well, what's on your mind?" I ask. "I fucked up... I never should've cheated on Shai. I never should've hid what we had for so long. I've never openly told everybody I got with her, everybody just kinda guessed it. I wish i was man enough to show my love for her, bruh. Damn." He vents, shaking his head. I may be high from smoking on the way over here, but I know I ain't high enough to be imagining things. I could've sworn I just saw him tear up.

He quickly looks away as if I don't know that his ass done started crying. "Fuuuuuuck! Fuck bruh! Shit!" He starts spazzing as he roughly knocks the tequila bottle and the weed on the floor. He just punched the shit out of the glass table, cracking it. "Damn nigga. Quit fucking up the furniture. I picked that table." I joke.

He shakes his head as he wipes his eyes. "Look... I wasn't ever supposed to even like that girl, let alone love her. That shit just happened, bruh. I never meant to catch no feelings for nobody. Fucking bitches and minding my business was working just fine for me. It was easier when I didn't have nobody else's feelings to cater to. I'm a hoe, bruh. I wanna settle down, but I just love fucking different bitches. It ain't shit against her, I just know I ain't ready for her. I feel like a fucked up ass person for cuffing to keep her from moving on, knowing I wasn't ready." He explains.

"I feel you. You fucked up by not giving her the option to wait for you to be ready. Let me say this... the heart wants what it wants, bruh. No point in fighting it. Majesty, if you love Shai like you say you do, fuck what everybody got to say. Fuck whatever I got to say about her or the situation. Just tune everything and everybody out. Focus on y'all. The cat is already out the bag when it comes to India and you having a baby. So, now that all yo dirt is out there, try to fix it." I say.

"How? Mane, we all watched Drew shit on her, but I ain't no better for how it did her. Actually, I'm worse because I got with her after seeing how bad off she was. That shit foul and I'm man enough to admit that was some bitch ass shit. How imma fix this one? After going through Drew knocking Reign up and cheating in her face, I know she won't come back to me." He says.

"Some shit I can admit is that I know she really loves you. I can tell. That shit be all over her face when she be looking at you. I used to think she was weird because she always stared at you like she was in love even if you looked rough. Real talk, go get yo girl back and fuck what everybody say about it. Try." I encourage him. I'm all for my brother settling down with the hoe because clearly, he can't get her out of his system like he Bow Wow or some shit.

"And if it doesn't work? Then what? Noble, imma look dumb as fuck." He says. "It might not be easy at first. I can say that shit from experience. You just gotta take whatever come with it and be patient. You really fucked up when you went off on her like you didn't give a damn in front of everybody." I say. When Majesty started snapping on her like she was wrong for being hurt and wanting answers once Qua outed him, I felt bad for her. I don't even think my uncle Vonte would've done that to a woman and that nigga really ain't shit.

"I'm drunk as hell. Drive me to her." He says as he stands up. "Nigga, hell naw. I ain't driving you nowhere looking like that." I say. He in some boxers and a dirty ass Old Navy T-shirt with a pair of green fuzzy socks of all things on his feet. He quickly grabs his sweatpants he had hanging on the chair then puts them on. "I'm ready." He says. This nigga looking like a true alcoholic with zero fucks to give.

"Majesty, brush your teeth, brush your hair, and put some shoes on." I calmly say. He starts mumbling bullshit as his drunk ass stumbles out of the kitchen. He almost busted his ass twice on the way out trying to talk shit. I can see myself getting a thrill out of watching his ass bitch and cry over Shai, but I'm down.

TAE

Me and LaLa have been in the waiting room forever since my momma told me Reign went in labor. I'm ready to go, but I'm anxious to see the baby. "Tae, I gotta pee." LaLa says. I almost asked her what the fuck she telling me for, but I just caught myself. Just that fast I forgot she is now handicapped. It's weird, but I gotta get used to helping her use the restroom whenever my momma ain't around to do it. We got each others backs through everything, and I know she would've helped me piss and shit if it was the other way around too.

I just got up to push her wheelchair to the family restroom. "I hate this shit," she bursts into tears. I'm not used to my sister breaking down, but I don't know how I would feel if I got shot and all of a sudden couldn't feel my legs. "It's all good, LaLa. We just finna keep praying and believing for everything to bounce back. They said it's possible. You'll walk again." I try to encourage her.

She shakes her head as she wipes her eyes. "I'm miserable as hell, mane. Presley died, life upside down, I can't walk no more, and Sean is laid up in there looking like a corpse. What the hell else can go bad?" She asks. "Nothing, because that fuck nigga Jah better pray somebody else catch him before I can. He ain't gon shoot another mothafucka and these straight facts, lil bruh. And if anybody ever think they causing you harm, they gotta see me." I say.

I mean that. I know I used to talk a lot of shit, but I stamp what I just said. I'm not some bitch ass wannabe anymore. Anybody can get this work. First, imma kill Lianna's daddy for beating her and killing our unborn a while back. After Reign has the baby, I'm going on a manhunt to find Jah even if I gotta do it alone and secretly.

We just got in here. I gently help her up then look away as she pulls her pants and shit down. I just had to help her squat down to pee and I hate it for her. "I have no independence whatsoever. This shit so foul." She says as she finishes her business. I just helped her to the sink so she can wash her hands.

My phone just started ringing. It's Lianna calling. "Wassup?" I ask her. "I need to talk to you." She says. "Why?" I ask. "Your dad called me and asked me some stuff about you. I don't even know how he got my number." She says. "Damn, Montana a damn spy." LaLa jokes. I don't know how he got her number neither. My pops something else.

"What he want?" I ask. "He asked me what you do and he asked me what you've been planning after what happened to LaLa." She answers. Luckily for me, I don't discuss my criminal activities with no female other than my sisters because I believe any bitch would fold if it came down to it. So, I know she didn't have anything to tell my dad.

"What you tell him?" I ask anyway even though I know it wasn't shit she could've told him for real. "I told him I didn't know what he was talking about." She answers. "Okay. We at the hospital because Reign in labor. Imma come get you later. You good?" I ask. "Yeah, just hungry." She answers. I glance at LaLa. "You feel like riding to grab her some food?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders. "Just order me a pizza. You don't have to leave." Lianna says. "Naw, I need some fresh air. I'm already tired of this depressing shit. I'll talk to you later." I say. "Okay, bye." She says before hanging up.

"You in love." LaLa says as I push her wheelchair. "No. I'm only in love with trying to get established." I answer truthfully. I haven't allowed myself to fall in love with Lianna. I do love her, but I can't hold her life up because I know sixteen ain't my ideal age to be in a serious relationship. I haven't experienced much, so I'd rather be with somebody when my heart is ready and when I'm one hundred percent my own man.

"I hear you," she says like she ain't convinced at all. I chuckle as I continue to push her to the elevator. The door just opened. I raise my eyebrow at my dad as he steps off of it with a straight face. "JeMontae." He bluntly greets me. "Montana." I mock him. "Don't push it." He warns me. "What I do to you?" I ask. He looks me up and down. "I'm watching yo silly ass." He says before walking past me heading to the desk.

I ain't about to do this shit with his ass. I figured him and my momma got the hint by now. Their days of being in control of me are long gone. Plus, I make my own money and pay the bills and me and Reign's apartment. Fuck I look like letting them tell me shit now?

-

We stopped and got Lianna and ourselves something to eat. Now, we're pulling in the gate to my apartment. Laila's eyes just widened. "What's wrong?" I ask. Her shit looks like it's about to fall out her sockets. "Jah... that's Jah." She mumbles, pointing off to the side of the parking lot. She right. It's Jah getting back in a car in all black. "Tae, I saw that car earlier when we left to go to the funeral and I saw it a few other times. It's  tented dark as fuck, so I never knew who it was. That nigga stalking our asses." LaLa says in a panicky voice.

"Why you think that?" I ask. "Because, Tae. I just know it. I can't defend myself if I can't even walk. I'm scared now." She admits while breathing heavily. It fucks me up to see genuine fear and sadness in LaLa now. "You can't defend yourself, but I can." I tell her as I get out the car. I just helped her out. "Don't make it obvious that you know he there. Imma walk you to the apartment with Lianna so you don't get hurt." I say. She just said something, but I zoned out. I'm focused on taking his ass out.

I just got her situated and changed my clothes. "Be careful." Lianna says as her and LaLa watch me. If I get caught, I know I won't ever get out of jail. It's worth it to me though. I've had a good ass life thus far. Fuck Jah and everything he stands for. He raped Reign, shot Drew back then, killed Presley, killed Wendy, Sean got shot in the neck and might die, and he paralyzed my sister. As far as I'm concerned, everybody else taking too long to wipe his ass out. I got a one way ticket to hell for the mothafucka.

I just creeped up on his car. I switched cars and took Reign's. I pull up beside him then roll the window down. He rolls his down with a smirk on his face. He looking cracked out like he on that shit now. "You've been on drugs lately, I see. I would be too if I did what you did knowing what'll come with that." I taunt him. He just tried to keep a straight face, but I know I called him out.

"Tae, you a baby. Stay the fuck out of a grown man's game." He says. I can't help but laugh. He can view me as a lil nigga all he wants, but I would hate to be a street nigga that gets taken out by a young nigga. After I caught my first body, It honestly fucked me up. However, it let me know that I'm capable of doing that shit again. I'll whack this nigga right here. I ain't scared at all. That fear and bullshit left a long time ago.

He starts laughing. "Ain't this some cute ass shit. Your young ass riding for yo road dawg, huh? Yeah, I know I fucked LaLa bad ass up. How she liking her wheelchair? Do she ever pop wheelies?" He jokes. I swear I feel like Satan himself just came into my mind and body after that shit. Fuck playing around. I just upped my gun and and pulled the trigger on his bitch ass. He screams in pain as blood oozes from his side. I fucked up and missed his head. He got a look of pain and surprise all over his face.

I hop out of my car then snatch the door open swinging on his ass. "You got me fucked up, my nigga!" He snaps, trying to fight me. He can try all he wants, but I know Jah can't go blow for blow with me. I'm over six feet tall with muscles and I got hands from fighting my whole life. Maybe, when I was younger he could beat my ass
But now, I got this work for a lil average height nigga like him.

This nigga was lacking underestimating me. He just tried to reach under his seat for his strap, I'm sure. I cock back then slam my gun down hard on the top of his head, knocking his ass out before dragging him into the backseat. Hopefully, his bitch ass won't bleed out.

After driving for a while, I decided to pull up to my dad's crib and call him. I didn't know where to take his bum ass. I didn't tell him what I wanted, I just told him to come. He just pulled up and hopped up. "What the fuck you want that was so important for me to drop everything and come home? Why you in your sister's car?" He asks as he approaches. I ignore him then open the backseat.

I can't tell how he feels as he looks at Jah's unconscious ass. He got a blank look on his face. "Pull in the garage." He simply says before walking back to his truck. I just did as told. He lets the garage down. I'm off to the side watching my pops carry Jah in the house. "Come on." He demands as if this bitch ass nigga ain't even heavy to him at all. My pops is strong as fuck. He really just carried this nigga in like he is a baby.

My dad just opened some secret ass door I never knew was in this house. I'm creeped the fuck out. The walls are black and seem sound proof and we just walked down a set of stairs after he locked everything up. He just put in a code to another heavy duty looking door. My eyes widen as we walk in. There's weapons I've never seen displayed on the wall. In the middle of the floor is a weird ass chair with some straps that look like the shit was custom made.

"Never speak on shit around you." He says as he slams Jah down in the chair. Jah starts groaning some like he's waking up. My dad just strapped him and cuffed him and shit. My heart is beating so fucking fast. I've only seen shit like this in movies. I never knew he had a damn secret torture chamber in his house. I can't tell a soul unless I wanna end up in this bitch.

He walks over to a sink in the corner then fills a bucket of water up. He just dumped that shit on Jah. The water was hot because I can see Jah's skin smoking as he screams in pain. My dad starts laughing then puts a pair of black gloves on. He throws me a pair. My eyes widen as I put them on. I can't believe he letting me do dirty work with him. "Fuck it. You managed to get this dirty ass nigga here, so ain't no turning back." My dad says as if he can read my mind."Fix your face," he adds.

Jah is screaming and kicking but that shit is falling on deaf ears. My dad is ignoring his fighting as he cuts Jah's shirt off. "Let me tell you what's finna go down, Mr. Jah. Imma stitch this wound Tae gave you up. I need you nice and ready for the shit that's finna happen to you. Then, imma make you feel every mothafucking thing you made this family feel. Imma start with when you raped Reign. I got some sick shit planned for yo ass. You see that pipe over there? That's going up your ass." My dad calmly explains as if he's a doctor talking to a patient. This nigga is mental.

"Where the fuck am I at? Nigga! What the fuck? Imma kill y'all hoe ass niggas! Where the fuck y'all got me at?" Jah spazzes as he fights trying to get loose. My dad just grabbed some needle and put some shit in it. I have no idea. He gets closer to Jah with it. My eyes just bucked as he puts the needle to Jah's neck. "What the fuck is that shit? Let me go! Let me the fuck go!" Jah screams, crying in genuine fear. I ain't ever seen a grown ass man so scared, but I probably would've been scared to if a nigga like my pops had me in this bitch. Plus, Jah knew my dad way back before he got involved with Reign, so he should've known my dad is crazy.

My dad starts laughing. "This needle will put you to sleep for a while, that's all. This motherfucker is the least of your worries." My dad tells him. "This shit fucked up! Let me go! I got kids, nigga! Let me go!" He screams. "Had kids." My dad corrects him. Does that mean my folks killed this nigga's kids or did he just say it to fuck with him?

"You bitch ass nigga! Fuck you mean I had kids?" Jah starts hollering. "I mean what I said. You had kids. A life for a life. Plus, it ain't like you living to see those ugly ass gremlin ass kids you had? Ugly ass, silver cap teeth having ass kids you created." My dad says, making me laugh some. This nigga so fucked up.

"Where the fuck am I at? When I get out, imma kill all y'all!" Jah snaps. My dad draws back then slaps the shit out of him. "Bitch, shut up. I wanna see you get out this mothafucka. Soft ass." My dad says, laughing at Jah. My dad straight up bitching him out.

"Where am I?" Jah growls like that shit was scary. "You in hell before I send you to hell, bitch." My dad answers before jabbing the needle in Jah's neck. Jah's mouth just gaped open. My heart is beating fast as I watch Jah's eyes roll to the back of his head. His head just fell back and now he's out.

MAJESTY

I'm drunk, but I'm trying to maintain my composure. Me and Noble got some food first so I could try to sober up before I try to holler at Shai. "Here goes nothing." Noble says as we head up to her apartment. I take a deep breath then knock on the door. Some tall ass Idris Elba looking ass nigga just came to the door with his shirt off.

I look him up and down then chuckle. "I'm too fucking drunk for this shit, mane." I say, trying to calm down before I tear this mothafucka up. I'm trying to be fair about the shit because I'm the one that cheated on her, but it's only human for me to feel jealous. Me acknowledging my fuck ups is the only thing keeping me from going upside his big ass head.

"What?" He asks with a scowl. "What? Mothafucka, get the fuck out my way. You in this bitch with my girl with that bird ass chest out? Nigga quit playing with me!" I snap. I was being respectful, but that 'what' shit can easily be the reason I fuck his ass up.

Shai runs to the door then glares at me. "Majesty, what do you want? Go back to fucking your whores with Qua!" She demands. "Bitch, you already fucking the next man? Hoe, then you got on some fucking lingerie I bought you?" I yell at her.  I didn't mean to call her out her name. I'm just seeing red.This nigga just swung and punched me in my jaw. Me and Noble just tore into his ass for that shit.

"Stop it!" Shai screams as we all tumble to the ground throwing blows. Some random guy just started helping Shai break the fight up. "This is too much drama. Imma let you and this pussy nigga have it." Ole dude says as he storms down the stairs. "Pull up over here again if you want to!" I threaten as I force my way into the apartment.

Noble just followed me in and closed the door. I storm over to the couch then grab her robe I'm assuming she had just taken off. I throw it at her. "Put that mothafucka on with all yo ass and shit out around my brother! Mane, you got some nerve for wearing the lingerie and the fucking robe I bought your ass for him!" I go off.

"I don't care who bought it. If you bought it for me, it's mine. I don't care about how you feel. Think about how you promised me so many things but turned around and cheated on me. I can't forgive you and I don't want to work anything out. Let yourself out."

"Shai, please. You know I love you. This shit just new to me. I never should've lied about Marion being my son, but I only lied because I thought you would've left me because you didn't wanna put up with the shit soon as we got together. Plus, those bitches didn't mean a damn thing to me. It was just sex with no emotional connection." I try to explain. I can tell that didn't move her. Her face is straight like she couldn't possibly care less.

"It was good while it lasted. I didn't deserve what Drew did and I certainly didn't deserve what you did. I'm done allowing you dumb ass men to mistreat me and abuse my fucking heart. Our relationship is dead. Don't pop up here again, Majesty." She says. "No, Shai. Come on, you my girl. You know this." I say. She rolls her eyes. "Majesty, look at how long it fucking took for you to even respect me! You still haven't openly claimed me to everyone! You treat me like I'm something to be ashamed of! Leave!" She starts crying.

"I do claim you. I just got done telling Noble I love you. Shai, why do it matter if everybody know if I told you straight up I love you? I tell you I love you everyday. Just because I don't broadcast you don't mean nothing!" I explain. She shakes her head no. "Just go, Majesty." Her voice cracks. "Shai, no! We finna talk about this shit, mane. We gotta work it out. You the first girl I really can say I fucking love on some real shit. I can't let you go. I'm sorry I did all that shit and I'm sorry for the way I treated you at the repass. I was just so mad about everything and I took it out on you." I admit.

"Just fucking leave, nigga!" She screams, shocking me. I'm surprised she even talking to me like that. Noble taps my shoulder. "Let's go. Just give her space." He says. I shake my head then follow him out of the apartment. I'll leave for now because I at least owe her some space. I feel sick after seeing that nigga in her crib. I used to secretly feel like this whenever I saw her and Drew together like shit was cool. That's how I know I really love that girl.

I'm so fucked up over this breakup. I know she gone for good now. I don't know why I let my dick and alcohol get me in so much shit. I'm dead wrong for taking on the responsibility of a heart another nigga broke then choosing to break it further. I guess I figured she would've never known about my bullshit, but how could she not? I'm dumb for even thinking she wouldn't ever find out.

I'll never love nobody the way I love Shai. I never felt the shit before and if she wants me to openly say the bullshit no matter how uncomfortable it makes me, I'll fucking do it. I'm sad as hell and I feel dumb as fuck. However, I know I gotta eat this shit because I'm the one that was being stupid.

DREW

Reign has been in labor for almost twelve hours. A nurse just left out of here to get her doctor because she checked her cervix and could feel my daughter's head. Now, two of the nurses who have been in here the whole time along with the doctor are telling Reign how to push.

"Just give me a couple of practice pushes. Do what I told you." Nurse Taylor says. Reign is screaming in pain as she pushes some. My stomach is turning and shit. It's me, Ant, Jessica, and Miguel surrounding the bed watching her give birth. I'm nervous as hell. Reign passed out earlier and she in a lot of pain. Her whole face is red, she shaking, and she sweating. It's so much blood and shit. It's scary but imma thug it out.

"On three, give me a big push,!" Her doctor coaches. "One, two, three!" She exclaims. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Reign screams to the top of her lungs while she pushes. "Come on, Reign. We see her head, babygirl.," Ant says, smiling. Jessica smiles and grabs her hand. "You got it, Baby." She coaches. "One more on three!" Her doctor says again before counting. Reign just bit down on her lip hard as hell as she pushes.

She loudly gasps and falls back into the bed crying. "I can't do it! It huuuuuurts!" She loudly cries. This shit so interesting. The baby's head kind of comes out then goes back in like a turtle or some shit. "Your baby has a head full of hair. Let's get her out." Her nurse tells her. "Give me a bigger push than before. Go ahead, now." The doctor says. Reign just started screaming and pushing hard. "Oh shit!" I just accidentally yelled. My daughter came out fast as hell with that push.

My baby starts screaming and crying. "Oh my God!" Jessica starts boohoo crying. "Aww, mane. Look at her, mane." Ant gushes. I always have thought it was funny as hell to see a street nigga like Ant get soft like jello over his kids and wife. He really loves kids more than anybody I know.

Reign just started crying as she stares at our babygirl. "Here you go." The nurse says handing me what I need to cut the cord. I'm trying to keep it G and not cry like a bitch as I cut my baby from Reign's body. I never actually thought about how I would feel when this moment came. I didn't imagine it taking over my emotions like this. I'm all in my feelings and wiping my tears before anybody can see them and clown me.

All of us are watching the nurse clean the baby, get her weight, footprints, and all of that shit. "What's going on?" Jessica asks the doctor, grabbing all of our attention. "She'll be fine. I just noticed a little tear and I'm stitching it closed." Her doctor answers as Jessica checks on Reign.

I lean down the kiss Reign's forehead. "Thank you. You did good and I love you. Imma make my absence and dog ass ways I had while you was pregnant up to you. I promise." I say. She ignores me as she breathes heavy. They just laid my baby down on Reign's chest. "Do you plan to breastfeed?" The nurse asks. Reign nods her head yes. "Okay, I'm about to show you how to do it. You need to try to get her to latch onto your nipple now and feed her." The nurse says.

I look away as she teaches Reign how to breastfeed. I really got a daughter. "What's her name?" Miguel asks as he wipes his tears. I wanna know too. She kept it all from me but I can't blame her. I took my anger towards Shai and Majesty out on her and dogged her while she was pregnant and I can admit I was wrong.

"Reiylah Omaya Mitchell-Smith." She answers. Aww shit. I didn't expect her to name her after both of us. "Damn..." I mumble. She smiles a little at me. "Well..." she says. "Can I hold her?" I ask. "We usually recommend mom holding the baby for an hour before anyone else." The nurse answers. I nod my head as I stare at Reiylah. She hasn't really opened her eyes, but I can already tell she got those signature tight ass eyes the Mitchell's have. She also has a head full of curly hair. Her shit has zero patches. My daughter is beautiful.

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