IF YOU GOT AN UPDATE NOTIFICATION A LIL WHILE AGO, I DID NOT MEAN 2 POST IT AT THAT EXACT MOMENT SO IF IT WOULD NOT LOAD, THAT'S WHY. & I hope all fifty million of y'all who asked what happened got that same energy in these comments and votes 🐸☕

Ayy mane, say mane y'all can't guess for shit mane 😂😂 Like, how much y'all wanna bet this book ain't ending as predictable as y'all think :) And if it does, slap me through the phone lmao. Naw, really... I'm just talking 🤗 Idk how it'll end cause I don't plan shit lol so I guess all us gon' see, huh?

& another thing, Qua's name is QUALYNN, not MONTANA. Drew's name is OSAZE, not ANTASIA. They not the same lmaooooo 🗣
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2 WEEKS LATER (HAD 2 PUT THAT FOR THE SLOW HOES WHO DON'T PAY ATTENTION LOL THEY OFF THE CRUISE NOW)

"You bring out feelings in me I never show. Nobody has made me feel this way before. I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you." -Nicki Minaj

ANT

"Are you picking the kids up from your daddy house?" Jessica asks me, standing in the doorway of the guest room I've been sleeping in since we got home from the cruise. It's been two weeks since we got back and me and her ain't getting along for nothing. We don't even sleep in the same room no more.

"I thought you was getting em. I told you I got something to do." I answer. "No, I already made it perfectly clear that I have somehwere to be and I thought you agreed to go and get them, Ant." she says, rolling her eyes at me like she all irritated. "Well, hell naw, I ain't getting em cause I got shit to do. It ain't like you doing shit no fuckin' way." I say. All her ass do is leave here and stay out late as hell without telling me where she at or who she be with. She been doing that shit since the moment we got back from out of town and I'm bout sick of the shit.

"What do you mean by that? How you saying I don't do shit?" she asks, looking at me like I'm crazy. "Exactly like I just did. All yo ass do is spend money and stay out late. I understand you feel like you on vacation still but in case yo ass forgot or somethin', you a fuckin' mother." I tell her. "Nigga, if I wanna spend money I help your ass make, I will. Don't get it twisted, hell. You wouldn't be half of what the fuck you are without me." she says. I look at her crazy. "Mane, be clear. I know you do all the investments and shit but what the fuck would yo ass even have to invest if it wasn't for me? You probably would be a damn waitress somewhere if I wasn't in yo life with all this money. Worry bout the fuckin' kids." I say.

"You know what, fuck you because I'm there for my kids regardless. What the hell do your ass do other than act like your lazy ass is too busy to ever do shit for them other than give me money to buy them shit with? That's your damn problem now, hell. You just wanna buy they asses the world but never wanna get up and spend time with them. I do plenty of activities with them, I take them to the library for storytime, I read to them myself, I color with them, hell... I do everything that don't involve fucking money! So, don't make it sound like I ain't a good mother. And Antasia, stop testing me. You wouldn't be half of what you are without me, like I said. I don't give a motherfuck if your money is what I used to invest because without me constantly cleaning up the damn money to keep you looking legal and opening all these businesses that quadruple the original amount we invested in them, you would be locked the fuck up by now!" Jessica goes off. She right so I won't even argue with her about that second part.

"How you making me out to be a bad father though? You know that's a lie." I say, getting out of the bed. "I never said that. I'm saying you just a damn financial parent. If it don't involve spending money, you hardly do a damn thing with them." She says. I ignore her while I put my shoes on. I gotta get out of this house. Damn, I'm so tired of all her bullshit ass whining. "I will get the damn kids! You happy now, Jessica? Fuck, I get so sick of yo ass!" I snap on her.

"I get sick of you too!" she yells back. I ignore her, walking in my bathroom with her stomping behind me. "Do not walk off when I'm talking to you." she says. I look at her through the mirror while I run some water on my toothbrush. "I look like a child or a grown ass man to you?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. The fuck she think this is? She rolls her eyes at me then starts glaring at me, watching me brush my teeth. "If you so sick of me, leave, nigga, dang!" she screams, catching me off guard. She screamed at the top of her lungs. I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth then look at her. "Damn, with yo dragon sounding ass. Shut that shit up. Be careful what yo ass wish for cause you making it real easy for me to just walk away." I say.

"Walk away then. Do what you want. I'm tired of getting no love from my so called husband." she says. I look back at her, shaking my head. When me and her good, we be perfect but damn, when it's bad, it ain't nothing but hell and tension in this bitch. This whole shit that started with her dancing all on Montana is really our first big argument since we got our shit together. She just don't understand how disrespected a nigga felt after that cause if she understood, she wouldn't even have to question my anger towards her.

"Mane, damn. You make my life so hard." I say. "What the hell do your cheating ass think you make my life? You damn sure don't make it easy." she says. "My cheating ass?" I ask. "Yeah, you heard me. You won't sleep in the bed with me all of a sudden and on that last night of the cruise when you hollered about a separation, I just know your nasty ass went and stuck your dick in some hoe! And not only that, you haven't kissed me, hugged me, fucked me, or told me that you love me since the damn cruise! You haven't even touched me at all!" she goes off, looking like she fighting back tears.

"So, that mean I'm cheating on you, Jessica?" I ask her, watching her start crying. Damn, what she gotta sit here and break down crying for? Jessica know that's my weakness. "Yes! I asked you did you go fuck somebody and you acted like you couldn't hear and usually, silence is always a yes with you! I thought you changed! I swear, I never thought you would do that to me again!" she cries. I shake my head at her. "Like, damn! I am not perfect but you really wanna go right back to cheating on me? Really, Ant?" she adds. "I ain't cheating on you. Just cause we not seeing eye to eye don't mean I broke my damn vows." I say, shaking my head at her dramatic ass. Damn, I think I married the most dramatic woman God put on this earth.

"Don't say that! You know you did it!" she snaps, pointing her finger all in my face. "You see how confused and pissed off you feeling? How the fuck you think yo ass had me feeling after that lil dumb ass shit you did! Mane, you took yo ass in the middle of a club and popped yo fuckin' pussy in front of a crowd full of niggas and as if that shit wasn't disrespectful enough towards me, you had the nerve to throw yo shit in front of yo old nigga! Fuck is you expecting me to feel, huh?" I ask her, watching her cry in her hands.

"I know that, Ant. I told you it wasn't like that and that I'm so sorry, I swear I am. I would never, ever step out on you, okay? Your confusion didn't give you the right to go and cheat on me." She says, crying. Damn, I'm at the point of no return. Every single time I look around, either she pissing me off or my damn kids pissing me off and I just sit back and take it trying to be a good husband and father. Nobody be giving a fuck about how the hell I be feeling and what I be bottling up trying to be a good nigga and shit. So, now that I can't take no more bullshit, everybody wanna make me out to be the bad guy.

"Jessica, since we got back together when you was pregnant with Sage and Serenity, I ain't been nothin' but loyal to you. You know how much temptation I be fighting all the time? When I told you I was committing to nobody but you for the rest of my life, I meant that shit and you know that. We made all these damn promises to live right and respect each other and for mothafuckin' what, mane? You fucked all that up." I say, watching her cry even harder.

"Bottom line is, I ain't with that shit." I say, watching as wipe her constant tears away. "I don't like this shit. You act like I'm dead to you. We barely speak and when we do talk, it's just about the kids or it's a damn argument. I can't keep living like this, Ant. We live in the same house but I barely see you and you won't even touch me. Do you know how this makes me feel?" she asks, breaking down all over again.

"All I got to say is I didn't appreciate that bullshit." I say. I know she really is sorry about it but it don't change how it made me feel. I don't know no married nigga on this earth who'll be aight with his wife doing what she did if he really love his wife. "Ant, please. We can't keep on fighting like this." she says, grabbing my hand. I pull her in my arms. "I know we can't." I agree with her, holding her. I can't even stay mad at my baby no more at all.

"Did you go sleep with somebody else? Don't lie." she says, looking up at my face. "Hell naw, Jessica." I answer. I'm being honest. Cheating didn't even cross my mind. I ain't ever doing that lame ass shit again. As long as I'm married, I'm committed now.

She nods her head. "I believe you." she says. I raise my eyebrow, surprised as hell. Jessica got more trust issues than Drake do so I wasn't expecting her to believe me even though I really ain't lying. "What make you believe me?" I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders. "I just feel like I can trust you on this one." she answers.

I lean down then kiss her on her lips. She smiles against my lips, kissing me back. I wrap my arms around her then lay her down on my bed. "Why would you say you wanna leave me? Do you really mean that?" she asks, spreading her legs for me to lay between em. "Naw. You just be pissing me off with certain shit but hell naw, Jessica. You know I can't leave yo ass alone cause I'll be coming right back the same day." I admit.

"What all do I do wrong so I can work on it? Please, quit letting shit just build up. You have to start communicating and telling me when I'm lacking so I can fix it." she says. "You ain't lacking shit. You got everything a nigga always wanted and needed. I just don't like all yo constant arguing, mane. That shit gotta go. You wake up in the morning on my ass half the time for lil shit like leaving the top off the toothpaste. Fuck type of shit is that? You start a whole bunch of petty arguments with me and shit and all I do is take it like a man and let you have yo way cause I love you. That shit gotta stop now." I tell her.

"Okay and I'm sorry." she apologizes. "I ain't trippin' cause I know I be giving yo ass hell sometime too but let's just agree to do better on both sides, mane." I say. She nods her head then kisses me on my lips. "And all that lil bullshit you been doin' the last two weeks ain't finna fuckin' fly." I say, getting pissed about it all over again. She looks at me funny. "How you so mad suddenly? What are you talking about?" she asks. I flip us over to where she on top of me now then dig my nails in her ass. She winces in pain. "Stop, Ant." she says, whimpering and shit.

"You puttin' these lil ass sexy dresses on and going out late as fuck and not coming back home until the next day is what I'm talkin' about. You got me fucked up." I say. "I be with my friends, Ant. Stop." she demands as I stop gripping on her. "What friends? Where the fuck they at?" I ask. "My homegirl Zaya and Torren. Don't fucking grip me and dig your nails in my skin like that no more. If you weren't neglecting me, I wouldn't have to get out with my friends to relax my mind." she says, climbing off of me looking mad as hell.

"You be with Zaya and Torren? You a fuckin' lie. Torren and Zaya friend Almond don't even get along so none of y'all link up too much no more." I say, narrowing my eyes at her. "Did you hear me say anything about Almond? Almond wasn't there. What do I have to lie about?" she asks, rolling her eyes at me. "I don't know. I gotta watch you now." I say. "Ant, what? Watch me for what?" she asks. "You know why. You been with that nigga?" I ask. "I mean, why else would yo ass dress all up with makeup and all that other bullshit?" I add. "Do you expect me to go out the house in sweatpants and one of your long ass shirts? Damn, stop." she demands.

I sigh, watching her walk out the room. I grab my phone then follow behind her. "Where you going, baby?" I ask. "Ant, you need to not get aggressive with me like that." she says. I pin her to the wall, hovering over her. "My bad." I say, watching her face soften. "I'm serious." she says. "I am too." I mumble, kissing on her neck. I ain't had no pussy in a couple of weeks so she already know what the fuck going on.

I pick her up then lay her on the floor, sloppily kissing her. "Ant... the kids." she says, breaking the kiss. "What about em? They ain't home to see us." I say. We in one of the hallways but I don't give a damn because ain't nobody even home but us. KeKe somewhere laid up with Nariah and the baby.

"No. We need to go get them. Your dad said he had somehwere to be and told me to come get them because he don't have time to drop them off." she says. "So? That nigga can wait." I say, pulling my pants down. She pushes me away. "No, Antasia. I'm about to go and get the kids then go handle some business." she says. "Mane, what? Jessica, the only business yo ass need to be handling is this dick. Don't you see how horny yo nigga is right now?" I ask.

She starts laughing. "I promise you when I finish what I have to do, it's just gonna be me and you. Alright?" she asks. "See, I done been dry as hell for two whole weeks and if that wasn't the case, I would agree. But Jessica... come on. My dick so hard, I can't even think straight." I tell her. I'm dead ass serious. "Shut up." she demands, laughing. "I'm dead ass serious, baby. I think I'm seeing double." I say.

She shakes her head at me then gives me a kiss. "Ride with me to get the kids then." she says. "And we can take them to eat and to the park." she adds. I sigh. "I'm telling you, Jessica. I can't do shit til I bust this nut. I can't hardly walk. What I do to make you so cruel? Why you doing me like that?" I ask. "Why you doing me like that?" she mocks my accent, laughing. "Don't do that. Baby, please." I beg. "Imma make you beeeeeeg for it." she playfully sings. "You down bad." I tell her, shaking my head in disbelief.

She grabs my hand then starts pulling me. "Naw, let me go. I'll walk by myself and be miserable." I say, pulling my pants back up. She stops walking then folds her arms across her chest. "Are you really mad?" she asks, laughing. "I damn sure ain't happy, so what you think I am? See, when you be craving my dick and shit, ion do all this. I just break yo back and wet all the sheets up. But naw, the second I need some damn pussy, you wanna play." I say, only making her laugh harder. "I can't believe you really just got so mad." she says.

"Move." I demand, walking past her. I'm mad as hell. "We married. I shouldn't have to ever pick up a bottle of lotion and jack off like some young ass nigga who ain't getting they dick wet on a regular. You should always keep me satisfied. Shit, you supposed to fuck me so much until I get tired and wanna take a break from the pussy but you don't. Mane, I'm tired of scheduling pussy appointments with my own wife." I go off.

"Damn, your homones raging like that really got you talking crazy and not thinking straight." she says, rolling her eyes at me. "How? Mane, you bullshitting." I say. "Naw, because we have sex on a regular basis. If you never would've called yourself mad at me and started avoiding me, you wouldn't be having this issue right now." she says. I ignore her, walking away and heading to our bedroom. I don't have time for that shit.

"Mane, you so fuckin' unfair, Jessica. What type of wife do this bullshit?" I ask her. She ignores me, getting on her knees. "What the fuck you doing?" I ask her, watching her unzip my pants. I bite my lip, watching her put my dick in her mouth. About time, shit.

"Damn, Ant." Jessica damn near screams while I fuck the shit out of her from the back. I grab her waist, digging deeper inside of her while she tries to run. "You gon' try me like that again?" I ask, going hard. She in here making random ass noises and trying to talk but can't for nothing. Damn right imma fuck it up after all this bullshit.

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"So, Jessica..." I say as I drive. I'm happy as hell now. I fucked the shit out of her and now we riding and heading to pick up Amari, Dream, Sage, and Serenity from over my dad's house. LaLa and Tae went to Vonte house. I ain't too comfortable with that shit after LaLa told me that nigga basically let some bitches statutory rape her and after her and Sean lil shit happened. Imma have to talk to him about all that shit, mainly him letting some grown ass hoes lick my daughter pussy when she only fourteen. I ain't with that. I just ain't telling Jessica about all that.

"Jessica." I say again. She pulls her headphones out her ears then looks at me. "Yes? What, baby?" she asks. "What you was over there doin'?" I ask her. "Just on YouTube watching this lady give a review on my hair." she says. "What? Yo lil weave shit?" I ask. She nods her head yes. I'm too proud of my baby. Ain't nobody fucking with her hair care and weave line she started, at all.

"What she said about it?" I ask. "She was talking about how soft the hair is and how they have a certain shine. She has the Brazilian body wave. She said she dyed it and nothing changed and that she's had it for a year and it's still as good as new and that it does not tangle and doesn't shed much." she explains. Shit, it better be A1 after all the damn money and time I spent on going out the country and all the vendors and shit. We even watched some kind of hair she got get cut straight off a woman's head.

"That's good, baby. What you think about opening up a beauty shop? I'm talkin' bout... charge these bitches booth rent but only have nothing but the best in there working. What you think?" I ask. "Yes, I bet that'll be cute. We can even have barbers too." she says. "And natural hairstylists for the mothafuckas with them puffs and braids. Hell yeah." I add to that.

She smiles wide. "We should really start looking into that." she says. "You right, baby." I agree. I don't really care about owning the shop but I'm for it cause I wanna support all her ideas. "I bet our shop will be so cute. I know Torren will help decorate." she says. "Shit, you right." I agree. Her gay ass homie know what he be talking about when it come to designing. I let her and him decorate our luxury condo we got in downtown Chicago that we go to when we there handling business. That nigga decorated the hell out of it. I thought he would make it look like some fruity ass shit but it look like some shit on the Travel channel.

"What you had to do today though?" I ask her. "I was about to go to the grocery store cause I wanted to cook some chicken and we don't have any. I changed my mind though. We can just go to a restaurant." she says. I nod my head. "Yeah, that sound cool. But look... we gotta drop the kids off to Nathan after we get em from my dad." I say. "What? Why? I wanna take them to eat and to the park before it gets dark outside." she says. I take a deep breath, trying to think of how I should word this shit I gotta say to her right now.

"What's wrong?" she asks, looking at me as I drive through my dad's neighborhood. "Look... you know my lil situation with the twins who may be mine?" I ask. "Yeah. When are you getting the test, Ant? You can't put it off forever. Everybody deserves to know what it is with that situation." she says. "Yeah... well, I agreed to meet they momma like in thirty minutes at this lil burger spot." I tell her. "What? When did you plan on telling me that?" she asks. "Chill. She wanna sit and talk with you too." I say. "For what if those girls are grown?" she asks. "I know you ain't trippin' off some shit that happened when you wasn't even legal yet. I haven't talked to or seen her since we was young as hell." I say. She rolls her eyes. I know she couldn't stand Dominique back then but damn, we all grown as hell now.

"I ain't tripping but I'm just not understanding what you and her even have to talk about and why the hoe wanna meet with me of all people." she says. "Just chill, baby. I haven't seen or heard from her in a long ass time. Morgan told me her momma wanna sit and talk and shit, that's it." I say. "What's the girls names again?" she asks. "Morgan and Michelle." I answer, pulling in the driveway. She sighs. "I guess, Ant." she says.

I park the truck then get out. I walk over to her side then open the door. I extend my hand for her to grab. She just sitting here smiling at me. "Wassup?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "Let me ride your back." she demands. "I got a dick you can ride. Now getcho ass out the car." I demand, laughing and picking her up.

She starts laughing while I carry her to the front door. I ring the doorbell. "Why your ass never use a gotdamn key, hell?" my momma immediately snaps, snatching the door open. I look her up and down, putting Jessica down. "Mane, move." I demand as we walk in. "Antasia, quit being disrespectful showing out for this yellow hoe like I ain't ya momma." she says. "Ma, get the fuck on, bruh." I demand. I can't hardly stand my damn momma. I'm proud of Jessica for ignoring her ass for once.

Serenity just came running down the spiral staircase. She jumps in my arm. "Daddy!" Dream exclaims, racing Sage over here. Amari just slowly walking behind them like he got other shit he would rather be doing. "Hey babies." Jessica greets them, smiling wide. "Y'all okay?" I ask the kids. "Yes!" they exclaim. Amari slowly nods his head yes.

"Why you asking they asses if they okay or not like somebody hurt them?" my momma asks with an attitude, putting her hand on her hip. "Yo ass don't have the cleanest slate out here so imma always ask my fuckin' kids if they aight whenever they been around yo psycho ass. Anymore questions?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "Fuck you, boy. Didn't nobody touch them kids." she says.

My dad walks in here then shakes my hand. He gives Jessica a hug then looks at us. "The kids already ate." he says. "What did they have?" Jessica asks. "Some gumbo and crab legs." he answers. "Damn, why we didn't get no invite, Serenity?" I joke. "Daddy, this shit was exclusive." she answers. "Imma whoop your lil exclusive ass. You know that's a bad word." Jessica says. I chuckle, looking away and trying not to laugh. Dream ain't bad or nothing but she been cussing since her crazy ass could talk.

"I'm sorry, momma." she says, grabbing my hand. "What I tell you bout cussing?" I ask Dream. "I said sorry." she says. "Yeah, well, you catching an ass whooping." Jessica says. "She only cuss like that cause every damn body around her do it." my dad says. "She know better though." I say. "If you say so. I got somewhere to be." my dad says. This nigga dressed up in an all white suit. "Where you headed lookin' like some spoiled ass milk?" I ask. "You lucky I just finished praying so imma just turn the other cheek." he answers, making me laugh.

"Well, we finna go." I say, watching my kids hug him. I look at Amari. He just standing there looking emotionless. "Come on, Amari." Jessica says, grabbing his hand. "Daddy." Sage says, looking up at me while we head to the front door. "Wassup son?" I ask, looking down at him. "Grandma doggy bit my hat." he pouts. I can't stand that damn poodle my momma bought. "I'll get you a new one." I say. Damn, I got some spoiled ass kids.

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We dropped the kids off to Nathan and we just got in the restaurant. "Is she here yet?" Jessica asks. "Ion know." I answer. "Ant!" I hear a woman call. Jessica points. Both of us walk over to the table. Damn. "Dominique?" I ask, looking her over. Well, I'll be damned. This was my down bitch back when I lived in New Orleans when I was younger. I cared for her in my own fucked up way but it wasn't ever nothing like what I've always felt for Jessica. I remember dogging her ass out. She ain't the same Dominique I remember. The Dominique I used to chill in the hood with or take on Bourbon Street and shit was one of them hood bitches that was still stuck up. Now, she don't even seem like that. She ain't wearing those green ass contacts she used to wear, her dark skin all creamy and shit, she picked up a couple of pounds in the right places, and she looking good altogether. Damn, she didn't look nowhere near this good back then.

Jessica and I sit across from her. Jessica looks at me then back at Dominique. Dominique looking me over too. Shit, she probably thinking the same shit as me. I was always a lil fine ass hood nigga but now I'm really the shit out here. I've never felt nothing deep for Dominique so it ain't like I feel shit for her or nothing. She just looking real nice.

Jessica shakes her head at me. "Hey." Dominique greets us. "Wassup?" I ask. Jessica didn't even speak back at all. "Is there an issue, Jasmine?" Dominique asks her. Aw damn. "Hoe, do not play with me. We are two grown ass woman. You know my damn name ain't Jasmine, so why you even try me like that?" Jessica asks her. I see all that petty shit Dominique used to do didn't change none. "Dominique, real talk, you ain't finna disrespect my fuckin' wife." I say.

"Wife? Oh, so, you two are married now?" she asks, seeming disappointed. "Didn't your daughters tell you I was coming?" Jessica asks. "Obviously not. I thought he was single." she says. "Nope. Married with a capital M. You like my ring?" Jessica asks, flashing her the big rock on her finger. It's like these two damn near hate each other and I can feel all the bad vibes coming from both of them.

Dominique rolls her eyes. "I told you a long time ago that Morgan and Michelle are yours. They're fully grown now. You've been a deadbeat their whole lives." she says. "We ain't finna pretend like you wasn't throwing pussy some of everywhere back then." I say. "Are you going to get the DNA test or not?" she asks me. "I told Morgan and Michelle we can do it whenever. What the fuck do it have to do with you? Damn, they grown as hell and I really don't have shit to converse with you about." I say, being honest. If she think she'll get me to fuck off on my wife, she can just go kill herself.

"Being a single mother was hard and now you're telling me that you really married this ghetto bird and abandoned me and the girls." she says. "Ghetto bird? He love every single bit of my ghetto ass, trust me." Jessica says. "Dominique, damn. Why the fuck you even got shit to say to my wife? She don't have nothing to do with nothing. Like I said, Morgan and Michelle grown. If they are mine, I ain't finna have to go through yo ass for shit. They too old for us to worry bout custody or child support so what the fuck we got to discuss? Imma link up with them for the tests. If they mine, that's wassup. If not, I hope you find yo fuckin' baby daddy. Jessica, let's go." I demand, standing up. I'm leaving it at that.

Jessica stands up. Dominique angrily chuckles, nodding her head. "After all of these years, all you want to do is show off this ghetto bitch you left me for. That's a shame." she says. "Let's be honest. We was fuckin' teens when we was together and we in our forties now. Why the fuck would I even give a damn about yo ass if I forgot you even existed until all this bullshit came up with Morgan and Michelle?" I ask. "Go to hell." she demands. I ignore her, walking away.

Jessica and I just got outside and in the truck. "What's wrong, baby?" I ask. "You looked at her like she was beautiful. Y'all stared each other down as if y'all were some old lovers who were happy to see each other." she says. I kiss her on her lips. "Love, fuck no. She was just looking good but I'll never fuck off on yo ass again and especially not with her ass." I assure her. "Let's just go get some food." she says, getting in the truck. Damn, when can I ever have some damn peace?

MAJESTY

I'm sitting in Burger King across from my baby momma Precious. I told the bitch I'll meet her here cause her piece of shit ass ain't worthy of no other kind of restaurant and she lucky I didn't tell her ass to meet me at nasty ass McDonald's. At least she can have it her way here at Burger King.

"Where is my son?" she immediately asks. "Somewhere away from yo hoe ass, yo bitch ass momma who can't even cook, yo pimp ass niggas you slang pussy to and let whoop yo ass, and yo busted down flea market high heels wearing ass bestfriend Shamiyah." I answer, looking her over.

She look a damn mess. She ain't wearing her usual makeup, she ain't wearing no long ass weave, and she dressed in a pair of American Eagle jeans, a ghetto ass rest in peace T- shirt, and got some all blue Adidas Superstar shoes on her feet. She don't even look like the same bitch right now. Her skin all dry and she looking like she been up for days.

"Nigga, yeen have to say all that shit." she says, rolling her eyes. "Precious, what the fuck you want? You lucky I'm even wasting my time sitting here with yo dumb ass right now." I say. "You know what the fuck I'm here for so come down, nigga." she snaps. "Come down? You meant calm down?" I ask. "Shut the fuck up. Don't be trynna say somethin' about the way I talk. You just a ghetto ass nigga that's rich so it ain't like you have room to talk." she says.

"Yeah, aight. What you want?" I ask. "Majesty, where is Major at? I know you saw me blowing up your phone the last few weeks. I miss my son and I need to see him." she says, in tears. "Yeah, you right. I did see you blowing up my phone and that's exactly why I got yo ass blocked." I say. She called me and asked to meet me from her punk ass momma's phone and I had forgot to block that bitch number ahead of time.

"I can't be going on without Major." she says. I lean back in my chair, watching her cry hard. She doing one of those silent cries and shit. "Why the fuck would I bring my son around yo way?" I ask. "Legally, I'm the one with custody of him so imma call the police if you don't let me see him and you going to jail for kidnapping." she says. I can't help but to laugh. "I got evidence of yo ass laid up with a known pimp smoking y'all weak ass weed and with yo lil percocets and shit on the nightstand while my son was being held by that bitch ass nigga you be selling yo pussy for. You think I'm scared of yo ass going to the feds on me? Hell naw, I ain't. If anything, they'll lock yo ass up for selling that twat." I say.

"You ain't no better than me. I was doing what I had to do for Major. I ain't like yo ass. I wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth and two perfect parents. The hood is all the fuck I know. I use my body for everything I want. I only gave some pussy to eight niggas in my whole life including yo ass and all of em got some money. These niggas pay me so I don't have to ask yo ass for every fucking thing I wanna get Major." she says. "See, I would say I respect that but I can't. You did that dumb ass shit with my baby being held by that bitch ass nigga? I should've just let my sister get Major so I could just shoot yo ass and that nigga." I say, being honest.

"How you judging me when yo fuck ass did porn? My homegirl told me that." she says. I chuckle. "Damn, at least I got paid twenty thousand just to fuck some bitch on camera and that shit old and off the internet now. Let me guess, niggas give yo ass fifty dollars when you go slang that lil stanky pot, don't they?" I ask. "I hope you catch AIDS." She says. "I just got checked a couple days ago and I'm cleaner than a mothafucka. You on the other hand probably got Herpes and all types of shit." I say. "Never, you chlamydia having ass nigga." She says. "Bitch, I'm clean as hell. You can't talk with yo ole HPV in the ass crack having ass." I say. "Fuck you." she says. "Mane, whatever. Fuck you with a hot pipe, hoe." I say back.

She looks down at her lap. "Majesty... neither one of us know how to be perfect, nigga. Damn, I know Ian perfect for nothin'. I don't be making the best decisions but I love his ass." she says. "Naw, Precious. You let anybody come around him and yo ass do anything in front of him. If I let him come back over to you and some shit end up happening to him, I'll feel guilty for even trusting you with him and I'll kill everybody in yo house." I say.

She breaks down crying. "Can you at least meet me somewhere with him? Like, can we take him to Six Flags together? Fuck all our issues, we got a whole son together. So, can we?" she asks. "What imma waste my money on Six Flags for? That mane only two and probably can't even really do shit there." I answer. "You get what I'm sayin', Majesty. We can co parent." she says, looking hopeful. "I don't know, Precious. I mean... you don't do shit but piss me the fuck off." I say. "I know but it ain't about you, it's about Major, nigga. We can work it out for him." she says.

I sigh. "He not living with yo ass and he damn sure ain't finna be nowhere near yo house. If you wanna see his ass, yo punk ass friends can't come and if yo momma wanna see him, you better tell her ass to come correct and leave her damn attitude at y'all broke down ass house." I say. She rolls her eyes. "My bestfriend is his god momma. She can't even see him?" she asks. "If that hoe see him, it'll be when all of us meeting somewhere and the minute she get outta line, I promise I'm packing his ass up and going right back home." I tell her.

"Why you being so controlling like I ain't the one that carried Major for nine months then pushed him out my body?" she asks. "Cause, yo ass haven't been doing right from day one and my biggest thing is making sure he straight." I say. I can't stand her for shit but I know she love our son. I just don't trust her or the people she be with around him. Then, she be putting me through hell on a regular basis. I don't regret my son though, I just really regret her ass. When he was born, I was lowkey hoping the DNA test would've came back negative but that shit was positive as hell. He for sure mine and I'm fine with it.

She sighs. "I promise imma do better, Majesty. Just let me see my damn baby." she demands. "You get a couple hours. Come by my house later on and don't come with nobody. Don't come over there asking me for no fuckin' money and don't even attempt to take him home with you. Understand?" I ask, standing up. She stands up then gives me a big ass hug. "Thank you." she cries, hugging me tight as hell. I pull away from her then walk to the exit. I still can't stand that bitch.

My phone starts ringing while I drive. It's connected to my car. I answer it. "Wassup nigga?" I ask Qua. "Ain't shit. Waiting for yo sister. Where you at?" he asks. "Damn, you and my sister real comfortable now." I point out. This nigga used to be at me and Noble place every single day before him and Reign started kicking it. Now, this nigga spend almost all his time with her ass. We still get on the phone everyday though. He just be with her and I understand that. I'll probably do the same shit if I ever find me a bitch.

"Hell yeah, that's my baby." he admits. I shake my head. "Hell naw. What the fuck happened to you?" I ask, laughing. "What you mean?" he asks. "Bruh, you was just having an orgy with six bitches the night before she rode with us and gave yo ass a chance when we went to Jaylah apartment with Noble." I say, making him laugh. "Mane, you better not tell yo sister bout that orgy. She might look at me funny after that." he says. "Ain't no might to it. She probably don't even know you freaky as hell, ole ugly ass nigga." I say. "She'll know when I lick her ass." he says, making my fucking stomach turn.

Qua be loyal until the end when he in relationships but when this nigga single, he be doing his fucking thing. I'm almost positive he won't tell Reign shit about what he be doing when he single but ain't shit wrong with that. She don't gotta know. It ain't like he obligated to tell her he love strippers and bad bitches just like the rest of us.

"Nigga... you eat ass?" I ask him. He starts laughing. "I haven't did it before but imma do it when I give yo sister head. Her shit be clean, bruh, and her ass look good." he says. "Mane, fuck you. Don't tell me shit about what you and my sister got going. Nigga, Ion wanna hear bout what the fuck all her lil privates look like." I go off, making him laugh harder. This nigga nasty as hell.

"Ain't nothing wrong with it, bruh. Imma lick her ass for real. I wanna try it." he says. "Gay ass nigga. Why you wanna be a booty bandit when she got a whole pussy you can fuck with instead?" I ask. "Naw, mane. You missing the point. Bruh, the key to good sex is trying new things. I wanna try that shit." he says. "Reign ain't with that, I'm tellin' you right now." I warn him. She stay talking about how she'll never let a nigga have anal sex with her when she be forcing me and Noble to listen to her talk about sex.

"Bruh, how you know what she with? If both of us end up liking that shit, that's wassup. If not, we can act like it never happened." he says, laughing. "G, don't get my sister pregnant." I say. That's all I got to say cause I know he either has fucked her or will fuck her even though I damn sure don't wanna think about nothing like that happening. "Not no time soon, my nigga. Eventually though. You cool with me fucking with yo sister though, bruh? My biggest thing is respecting y'all." he says. "Yeah, you good." I answer. He a real stand-up guy so I'm cool with it.

"Aight. Where you at, bruh?" he asks. "Finna go pick Major up from my grandpa Nathan house, go see my jeweler, then head home. Precious supposed to come through later on." I say. "Precious? The hell? You and her cool now?" he asks. "Hell naw but I'm only letting her see Major whenever I'm around though because I don't trust that bitch. I just don't wanna make Major suffer cause as much as I hate it, that slut hoe is still his momma." I answer. "Aight, bet. Meet me at yo place. Imma ride with you." he says. "Aight, bet." I say, hanging up. I knew that zipper teeth having ass nigga was finna ask to ride with me.

I just got home. I get out my car then walk to the front door, unlocking it. I walk in then close and lock it. "How the fuck yo ass get in?" I ask Qua. This nigga sitting on the couch watching My Wife and Kids while eating some leftover baked lemond pepper fish my momma brought us. "And now I gotta buy food cause yo lil pussy ass eating my damn leftovers." I add, throwing my keys at him.

He starts laughing then throws them back at me. "Mane, back yo dumb ass up. Noble let me in and he said you didn't want the food." he says. "Give me my shit back." I demand. "What? Nigga, it's only a small piece left now." he says. "So? I want my small piece so give it here." I demand. He smirks then starts eating the remainder real slow. I walk over to him then slap that shit out his hand. "Now, bitch. If I can't eat it, ain't nobody eating that shit." I say. That shit fell on the floor.

"Fuck you." he says, picking it up with a napkin. I follow him into the kitchen then watch as he cleans off his plate. Noble walks in here fully dressed. "Wassup? What you dressed like that for?" I ask. He got on some black dress pants and a red button down shirt. "This nigga dressed like he finna go have dinner with the Obamas. What's the occasion, nigga?" Qua asks. "Fuck you. I'm finna surprise Jaylah. Imma give her the shit I bought her then take her out to dinner somehwere nice." he answers.

"You just now finna see her since we been home?" I ask. He nods his head yes. "Yeah. The last time I talked to her when we was on the way to Orlando, she broke up with me." he says. I chuckle. "Nigga, she probably been giving lil Applebee's hella pussy." I say. "I wish she would do that shit." he says, looking like he in deep thought about it.

"Bruh... do y'all ever feel weird?" Qua asks. "Weird for what?" I ask. "Cause y'all niggas look and sound just alike. I really can't even find no physical difference. Usually, one twin look a lil different but y'all mothafuckas look the exact same. Y'all momma ever get y'all mixed up?" he asks. "Hell naw, she don't. Noble be all over here like a baby and I don't so that's a big ass difference between us. She never have trouble figuring us out." I explain. "Nigga, quit lying. You be happy as hell to see her just like me." Noble says.

I ignore him then look at Qua. "Y'all niggas eyes be changing colors but they be the same color at the same fucking times." he says. "Our eyes don't even change that often no more." I say. "They do that shit every other month." Noble says. "And I hate every second of it." he adds. "How the fuck y'all niggas eyes be a whole mixture of gray, brown, and fuckin' blue all at once?" Qua asks. "My momma said that her dad had told her that his momma's eyes was this color. Ours just change to it." I say.

"Damn. It don't look weird though." he says. "Duh, because you used to seeing this shit." Noble says. This nigga Qua been knowing us forever and he still be acting hella shocked when our eye color changes like it always be doing. "Montana eyes be changing and shit. Them hoes be gray. Y'all sure that ain't y'all and Reign daddy?" Qua jokes. "Fuck you. Hell no." I answer. I remember when it was a big ass argument about if Reign was his daughter cause they got the same eyes but she my dad's. I wonder how all that shit worked.

"Wait. We do got a physical difference." I say. "What is it? I know I'm smarter and all that good shit but what's the physical?" Noble asks, raising his eyebrow. "Fuck you." I say. "How you smarter than him when y'all niggas just alike?" Qua asks. "Damn, dickhead. Why people act so slow? Just cause we identical twins don't mean we the same person. Bruh, we two completely different niggas that look exactly alike." Noble complains. "Y'all still act alike." Qua says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Shut that shit up. Let's just be honest, Noble. My dick bigger." I say. "Niggaaaa... you a gotdamn lie, boy. I'm working with a fuckin' Walrus dick and bitches say our shit the same size anyway." he says. "A Walrus? What the fuck?" Qua asks. "Hell yeah. Walrus dicks be long as a mothafucka, some of them hoes be like twenty five inches long." he says. "I know you fuckin' lying. My shit big as hell, on god. Tell Drew to ask his hoe bout me." I say. "Mane, shut up. You was catching feelings for that hoe." Noble says, waving me off.

"Never. Bruh, I haven't even seen or heard from her since we got off the cruise. I fucked her that morning before we got off while Drew was eating breakfast and that was it." I say. "Ion believe that." Noble says. "Me neither. You spent plenty of time with that lil hoe. But shit, everything happen for a reason. I don't believe in coincidences." Qua says. "So, what you saying then?" I ask, looking at this dumb ass nigga crazy. "He saying that Drew cheating and pushing Shai to the point of her cheating with you could've been what was meant to happen. That hoe could be yo soulmate. If it's supposed to happen, go for it. I'll just move away and act like I never had a twin, but go for it." Noble says, shrugging his shoulders.

Qua starts laughing. "Bruh, soon as Drew and her got into it, this nigga was the first one jumping up trynna defend her ass. I was trying to calm Reign down and I still saw that." he says. Noble chuckles. "Right. When this nigga ever been known to defend Shai ass? Never. That lil pussy got yo ass falling in love, huh?" Noble asks. "Hell the fuck no." I answer as they laugh.

"Why can't y'all understand I didn't catch feelings for Shai? Her pussy was good and held me over the whole cruise and that was all." I say. "Aight, bruh. She be crossing yo mind? Don't lie." Qua says. "Yeah, you should tell the truth cause I know you more than anybody." Noble says. "She cross my mind but it ain't no feelings shit cause I don't have feelings for Shai at all. Her pussy cross my mind though." I admit. Shai pussy was good as hell to me once I got her trained for my dick.

"Mane, whatever. So, Tae used most of the condoms with his ole virgin ass and it was just one left. I gave that to Presley of all people. He probably fucked a gay nigga in the ass with it knowing him. It wasn't no more condoms after that. You was still fucking Shai. So, you ran up in her shit raw, didn't you?" Noble asks. "Get the fuck out my business. Qua, if you riding to get Major and pick my chain up, come on." I demand, walking out. I'll never admit I hit Shai raw about three times cause I'll never hear the end of it. I never ever stayed in her ass at all anyway.

-

I just pulled up to my grandpa Nathan house with Qua. My dad's truck is in the driveway. "My dad must be over here." I say, getting out the car. Qua looks at his watch. "How long we finna be over here? I gotta go pick up yo sister at six." he says. "Not too long cause I got shit to do. Pick her up from where?" I ask him. "She taking her final exam and shit. Miguel took her out there to the campus and I told her I'll come get her." he answers. "Why she didn't drive?" I ask. "She said her car wouldn't start or some shit like that." he answers. Reign got a brand new BMW i8 my dad bought her just because she asked for it and he be giving her ass the world, especially when she start feeling depressed and looking down at herself. How the hell that car already ain't working? That's weird.

We just got in the house. I hear everybody upstairs. Both of us walk up there and in my grandpa and his wife's room. "Wassup Big Nate?" Qua asks, shaking his hand. I chuckle, watching his old ass tickle Major. My younger siblings and my momma and dad over here. I shake my dad's hand then hug my momma.

"Hey Magic Stick." Dream says, smiling and poking my stomach for no reason. I squat down to her level. "Why the hell you poking me?" I ask, tickling her as she laughs loud. Sage walks over to me then points at my hat. "What about it?" I ask. "Let me wear it." he demands. I sigh then hand my lil brother my hat. Sage got a lot of hair but my momma always put that shit to the back so he can wear his hats. For some reason, he really don't like when he ain't wearing one.

I adjust the hat on his head. "Hey Qua." Serenity greets him, smiling. I watch him pick her up. All my siblings except Reign view him as a brother cause he always been around. She just had to be the one who wanna get with the ugly ass nigga.

"Where y'all heading?" my dad asks us. "Imma go pick up my chain, I might get some food from Taco Bell, then imma go home. This nigga gotta pick Reign up soon." I say, pointing at Qua. "We haven't heard from her at all." my mom says. "Y'all need to squash that." I say, shaking my head. "Her car was messed up." Qua says. My dad chuckles. "What's funny?" I ask. "Nothing." he answers. I know that nigga up to something.

-

We handled all the other shit and Qua left here already to go get my sister. I'm sitting in my living room with Precious watching her hug Major. "Thank you for letting me see him." she says. I slowly nod my head. She lets go of him. "Here, baby." she mumbles, handing him the small bag of Legos she brought over here. He starts dumping them out on the floor. I sigh, watching him stare at her while she stacks them.

She looks at me. "He probably ain't even used to me playing with his toys with him. Imma do better." she says. "I'll believe it when I see it. How you get over here?" I ask. It ain't no car outside. "I got an Uber. That shit costed me forty dollars cause this so far away." she says. "Damn, what happened to yo lil car?" I ask. She rolls her eyes. "My momma wrecked it and it got totaled. I don't have the damn money to get a new one so I'm in the house a lot unless my friends give me rides." she says.

"You seem so different. Ion know why." I say, looking at her funny. Now, she got on a pair of sweatpants, some black Nike slides, and a tank top. Her natural hair is in a ponytail and she still ain't wearing makeup. I have never seen her ass without her looking like a model. She ain't an ugly girl or nothing but she just ain't looking all made up and fake. "I been sober as hell for weeks. No drinking, smoking, or popping pills." She says. "That's good." I admit.

She nods her head. "I'll give you a ride home when you done, I guess." I offer. "Thank you. You just don't understand. I stopped selling pussy too." she says. "Why?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Cause I can't keep living like that. In the fall, I'm going to a community college and I'm about to start working as a waitress soon at IHOP." she says. "That's good, Precious." I say. She ain't the type to lie about certain shit so I know she serious. This whole shit just weird as hell though. The only times I've ever had conversations with her with no insults is when we had our maternity photo shoot, at the big ass baby shower my momma forced me to have with her even though I didn't want to, at the appointment we found out we were having a boy, a couple of other doctors appointments, and the day she had him. Shit, I forgot she even knew how to talk civil.

NOBLE

I just got in Jaylah's house. Her car was outside so I know she here. I put my keys in my pocket then walk in her room. She in the bed in one of my T-shirts I left over here and a pair of panties. Damn, I missed the shit out of her even when I was fucking different bitches on the cruise.

"You stay popping your ass up over here! Imma change the damn locks! What do you want?" she hollers loud as fuck, catching me hella off gaurd. "Damn, Jaylah. What I do? Hello to you too." I sarcastically say, handing her the gift bags I put her shit I bought her and the jewelry in. She looks at the bags then sits them on the floor. "We broke up. Why are you here like we all good? How is it that KeKe brought Kenari and Drew brought Shai but you couldn't fucking bring me when you've been fucking with me for years?" she snaps on me. "So don't come in here with some sorry ass souvineers. I don't want that shit!" she adds.

"Calm down. You broke up with me when I was on the way out there." I say. "And you couldn't come cause my momma thought we was still not fucking with each other so she didn't book you. The cruise ship was too full when I called Carnival so I couldn't book you." I explain. "Were you or were you not fucking other bitches on that cruise ship?" she asks. "I was." I admit. "But you broke up with me before so I mean... I was single, Jaylah." I add.

"And you still are. Get the hell out." She demands, getting out of the bed. "Get these bags and go. My damn head hurting and I don't want to deal with your shit, Noble." she says. "Damn, calm down. I'll tell you what. Get dressed so I can take you out for dinner... wherever you want." I say. "What part of I don't wanna deal with you are you not comprehending?" she asks. "What part of get the fuck dressed so we can go are you not comprehending?" I ask, mocking her voice.

She ignoring the hell out of me while she puts her dress on. "I don't feel like going out." she says. "Why not?" I ask her. "I'm just not in the mood." she answers. "What you wanna do then?" I ask. "Go to the pool." she answers. "The pool? I'm dressed up and shit for dinner though." I say. "Yeah, but you have swimming trunks in bmy drawer. I don't wanna go eat." She says. I sigh. "Aight, Jaylah." I say, unbuttoning my shirt.

We just got on the roof where her apartment complex has one of their outdoor pools. "Damn, I hate coming up here." I admit. I ain't scared of heights or nothing like that but I still don't wanna be on a rooftop for nothing at all. "It's not even scary." she says, sticking her feet in the hot tub water.

I look at her body. I ain't saying nothing because I don't mind but she been gaining her weight she lost back. She back to eating a lot. "I know you're looking at my weight gain. If you don't like it, move on." She demands, getting her shades out of the beach bag she brought out here. "I was with you when you were big and I never cared, Jaylah, damn. I don't give a fuck what yo body look like as long as you healthy." I say. I mean that. She can gain all the weight back today and I'll still love her ass tomorrow.

"Why are you so complicated?" she asks, frowning. I pull her down into the hottub then get close to her. "I'm sorry. Mane... I'm tired of us not getting along." I admit. "That's surprising because you're the root of the problems." she says. "I know but I'm done with all the bullshit. So, can we make this shit work and just love each other, Jaylah?" I ask, putting my pride aside. I love her ass. The fuck I look like moving on for real if I'll just cheat on the next woman with her?

"I don't know. I'm tired of crying." she says. "Let me guess. You and that lil table serving ass nigga from Applebee's fucking off now?" I ask. "No. After I put him out for you, me and him never talked again." She says. "Be honest. Did you fuck him?" I ask. "I already said no a billion times." she answers, rolling her eyes.

"I just had to ask. You wanna work this shit out or not?" I ask. "I do... I just can't deal with you if you aren't about to treat me as good as you used to." she says. "Imma treat you better than that, I swear." I say. She sighs. "We can try, Noble." she says. I nod my head, wrapping my arms around her waist and gripping her ass. "I love you." I say. "Even if I'm pregnant?" she asks.

I pull away from her then look at her crazy. "What?" I ask, looking at her crazy. Her eyes tear up as she stares at me, wide eyed. "What you just say, Jaylah?" I ask. "Are you saying you... you pregnant?" I add. She nods her head yes. "What the fuck? Ain't no way that baby mine." I say, getting out of the hot tub.

She looks at me crazy. "What? Who the fuck else is the daddy then if I've never fucked another nigga in my life?" she yells. I watch as these white dudes get out of the pool. They awkwardly look at us then head to the entrance, leaving us out here alone. "Bruh... you say you didn't fuck him but that gotta be yo other nigga baby." I say. She looks at me crazy then starts kicking and punching me some of everywhere, reminding me of my crazy ass momma. "You bitch! You know I ain't ever fucked nobody but you!" she screams, gripping my neck.

I push her off of me then look at her as she breathes heavily. I wipe blood off my lip then shake my head. "You been laying up with that nigga, now you telling me you fuckin' pregnant! How? You lied to me! You know you fucked that nigga and let him put a baby in you!" I yell at her. She breaks down crying. "I never ever fucked Tyler! This is your baby, Noble, seriously? I wasn't feeling too good and my feet were all swollen last week so I went to the doctor to see what was wrong and they told me that I'm four months pregnant!" she yells at me, mad as hell.

I look at her slightly rounded stomach then shake my head. "What the fuck? How the hell you go on four whole months not knowing you carrying a baby?" I ask. "Because I just didn't know." she answers, crying. "Hell naw, why the fuck you just now somehwat showing? That's why you gaining weight." I say, shaking my head. I'm so shocked right now. "You didn't even wonder if you was pregnant when you stopped getting yo period? Mane, fuck no. We finna go to the damn hospital right now cause I gotta know for myself." I say.

"I can't believe you just denied your own baby. Fuck you. I don't need you. I'll raise my baby by my fucking self." she says, storming away. I grab her bag from by the hot tub then follow her. "Move, Noble. I really can't even believe you just did that. You know good and fucking well this child is yours." she says, crying hard as hell. "Jaylah... I'm sorry. Ion know how to even feel." I admit. "I'm nervous as it is about having a baby and you're the first person I told and you clearly are not happy." She says. I take a deep breath. "Calm down, Jaylah. Quit crying and shit because you pregnant and that ain't good for the baby." I say.

"It ain't like you care, Noble. You really just denied your baby. I can't believe your ass. You know this child is yours and you know you the only man that's been inside of me. I just cannot believe you." She says. "I know I was wrong for saying that, Jaylah." I admit. "I don't even give a fuck. I'll raise him or her alone!" she snaps. "You doing too much. You know I ain't turning my back on no child of mine. I'm caught off guard and unprepared as hell but I mean... if we got a whole baby coming in five months, it is what it is. I just ain't understanding how the hell you didn't think shit of it for four months after not having one single period." I say.

"I just didn't know, Noble, dang." she says. "I know a thing or two about pregnancy cause my momma had babies back to fuckin' back damn near my whole life, Jaylah. I just don't get how you didn't know." I say. She shakes her head, storming away and heading to the stairs. I follow behind her then grab her arm. "Relax. If we having a baby, you can't be stressing my child out." I say. "So, now it's your child? Go fuck yourself." she says, storming away. Damn, she just did the most.

I don't know how to feel right now. I ain't nowhere near ready for no baby. Financially, it's cool but I'm scared as hell. I planned on having my first child at twenty five, not twenty two. I don't know the first thing about parenting or none of that. What if the baby come out mentally unstable like me because mental illnesses run in my family? Damn. I ain't mad or nothing cause I'm the one that wasn't wrapping up. I just thought the birth control would've worked but I guess the fuck not. Maybe, she got pregnant on purpose.

I wanna go talk to my momma about it but I can't even do it. I ain't ready for nobody to know about the baby yet. I may talk to my momma in a couple of days but as of now, I don't know. Dang, I'm just stuck right now after those news.

QUA

I'm on Reign's campus outside of the building leaning against my blue Maserati Ghibli while I wait for her to come outside. A few people out here are looking at my car but it's mainly the women out here staring at me. Too bad I ain't here for none of them hoes.

Reign smiles wide as she looks at me, walking over here. She looking real good to me right now. She got on a pair of white jeans and a black and gold Balmain tank top with sandals on that match her shirt. She ain't even showing all her skin and shit like she usually is and I like it. She looking too right, even in something that simple.

She throws her arms around my neck while I hug her around her waist tight. "Hey bae." she exclaims. Damn, she calling a nigga bae now and shit. "Wassup baby?" I ask, planting a few kisses on her neck. She pulls away then leans in for a kiss. I deepen it, gripping her ass. She sticks her tongue in my mouth while I lick it. "Damn, yo ass can kiss." I admit, pulling away before end up pinning her ass to the hood of my car in front all these folks at this college.

Both of us get in the car. "How you do on yo exam?" I ask her. I'm too proud of her. She a college girl and she be having her grades right. "I think I did fine. Can I put some music on?" she asks. I unlock my phone then give it to her. "It's already connected to the car. If ion have what you wanna listen to, just buy that shit on there. My card already on there." I tell her. She can have whatever she want.

She turns the radio all the way up while some slow ass beat plays. Some white sounding dude starts singing. This song sound so soothing even though I've never heard it. "You gave me all these memories but now you just a memory. Everything you do is addicting as fuck, so everything I do is I miss you as fuck." she sings along, looking at me.

I chuckle, listening to her sing along to it like this her favorite song. "Nowadays, I wanna see you in my daydreams!" she sings loud as hell. "Who you wanna see in yo daydreams?" I ask her. "You, bae, duh." She answers. I chuckle. I gotta get used to that. I've seen her every single day since we got back from the cruise and we only getting closer each day. I fuck with her for real. She the shit in my eyes.

"What you wanna do?" I ask. We probably finna chill at her apartment like we usually be doing. Her dad didn't put her out so that's a good thing. "Well, I need you to swing me by Walgreens to pick up my birth control pills." she says. I nod my head. I'm glad her ass on birth control just in case. "Aight." I say.

"See, we duck off and we fuck off but nobody know that! Got my name saved in her phone as a bitch name! Play her cards smart, bitch a super freak like Rick James! And she quiet, stay low key and fuck, we go by them laws! I'm hitting her from the rear while she ignore her nigga calls! Ooh she wrong, but who am I to care? We smash and we out of there!" both of us rap loud as hell to the Moneybagg Yo that's on now. Them niggas from Memphis can rap like a mothafucka.

"This song reminds me of Majesty and Shai." Reign says, laughing. "On god." I agree, laughing. This song called Don't Know and that nigga real deal don't know what to call they shit. "Ole square ass nigga! Always care ass nigga! You the type to beat her up and pull her hair ass nigga!" we rap. "Pussy ass nigga!" Reign yells his ad-lib. "I'm the type to smash on her and pull her hair ass nigga! After we done, I get it fixed cause I'm a fair ass nigga!" both of us rap while she turns it up. This my shit.

We just got inside of Walgreens. "You want some snacks?" I ask her. "Yeah, some chocolate donuts, Nerds, and a yellow Gatorade." she answers. That sound so nasty put together. "Aight, I got it. Go get the medicine." I say. She nods her head, walking away while I head to get her snacks. I'm still surprised she even paid me any attention. On my soul, when me and her get together officially, can't nobody make me cheat on her.

I got all the snacks. Now, I'm walking to the pharmacy counter in the back. "No, that card definitely shouldn't be constantly declining!" Reign snaps. "What's wrong?" I ask her. "I'm trying to pay what my insurance doesn't cover for my birth control and my other medications and she's telling me that my card is declining. This card should not be declining, at all. Do you know how much money my dad sends me a month? Hell naw, it shouldn't decline. Swipe it again." Reign goes off, looking like she finna lose her mind.

"Ma'am, it's declining again." the woman behind the counter says. "Relax. Just get on the Bank of America website and check yo account to see what happened." I say, sitting the snacks on the counter. "Let me pay for all this." I say, putting two hundred dollars up there. Dang, Reign getting plenty of medicines I can't even pronounce. I'm just hoping the feds didn't catch on and freeze all the accounts in Ant's name. That'll get ugly if that's what it is.

Reign just let out a loud scream, catching me and everybody around us off guard. "What, baby? What's wrong with you?" I ask, looking at her crazy as I grab all the bags. "My account... it's empty. Qua, my account had a little over a five hundred thousand dollars that my dad sent me after he paid my bills last month." she answers, in tears. Shit, I would be in tears too if over five hundred stacks came up missing from my account too.

"Damn... let's just go to yo apartment and call yo pops to see wassup." I say. "Oh my God... Qua, what if somebody hacked into my account? Dang, my grandpa Nathan told me about swiping my card at those hood gas stations late at night when I go buy Rillos." she says, wiping her face as tears fall. I really don't know what to say now.

We just got to her apartment complex. "Aww hell naw! What the fuck are you doing with my damn car?" Reign screams loud as hell, jumping out my car before I can even park. I park then follow her to the tow truck driver that just hooked her car up to the truck. "Um, ma'am, are you Antasia Mitchell? I have orders to tow this car." the man says, showing us some paperwork. "What the fuck? Antasia is my daddy! Where the fuck you taking my car?" Reign asks. "That's information I can't share with you, ma'am." he answers.

"What you mean you can't tell me?" Reign snaps. "The car is in Antasia Mitchell's name and I'm just following those orders, miss." He answers. "Aight, we get that. You can't just let her know where her pops want her car taken to though?" I ask. "No, sir." he answers, walking back to where the car is.

"You ain't taking my fucking car!" Reign screams. I grab her, pulling her away so she won't try to swing on this man for doing his job. "Aight. Bruh, can she get whatever she need out the car first?" I ask. "Yeah, sure." he answers. I lead her to the car. Her face red, she breathing heavily, and her whole body shaking from anger while she grabs stuff our the car.

"Let's go up." she says. I glance over at the moving truck on the side of the parking lot. Damn, I'm just hoping that's some neighbors moving in or out. We walk up the stairs. Her apartment door wide open and it's a whole gang of niggas moving shit out of here. It's half empty. It ain't nothing but small stuff on the walls left. "Who the fuck is y'all niggas?" I ask. Reign charges at one young nigga then starts swinging.

I pick her up while she screams. "What are y'all doing? Put my stuff down!" she screams, jerking around. "Ant specifically said pack everything up and get it out." one dude I just recognized says. "No, y'all better bring my stuff back in here, right now!" Reign hollers. "We can't. The boss gave us orders so that's what it is." another dude says. "Y'all a gang of fucking faggots! Y'all really following his every command like his hoes! Put my stuff down!" Reign yells.

"Reign, quit yelling. It's all good, aight? Come on, we can just head to my crib so you can calm down then I'll take you to talk to yo people, aight?" I ask. She ignores me then storms out of her apartment, crying hard. Dang, I didn't think Ant would really cut her all the way off for real. He drained her account, took her car, and now this shit. She said he was giving her a week but this nigga really put her out two whole weeks after whatever happened between them on the cruise. This crazy.

I'm in my car. This ride so quiet and tense. "I am so mad right now." she says, shaking hard. "We almost at my condo." I tell her. I don't even know what to say. She nods her head, wiping her red face. I can see her out the corner of my eye opening up one of the pill bottles. Her hand shaking like crazy. She pops two of them with no water then grips the seatbelt tight like it's a stress ball. Ant wild as hell for this one but it ain't my place to get in it cause I don't know nothing about the situation really. It's three sides to every story and I wasn't there to find out the most important side which is the truth.

"This nice." she mumbles, holding my hand as we ride the elevator up in the building. "I wanna move." I admit. "Why?" she mumbles. "Just wanna change it up and I ain't ever here." I answer. My condo is real big and nice and all that and it's real expensive too. It ain't worth all the money if I'm hardly ever home. I just wanna get something different for the amount I'm paying. I don't know yet though.

I unlock the door then let her walk in first. "Wow, this is so big and nice and you have a nice view." she compliments it. She way calmer after she popped whatever kind of pill she took in the car but I can tell she still upset. "You can stay with me or whatever you wanna do. If you wanna stay, we can go look at some more options cause this just a one bedroom and I wanna make sure you got space for yo lil friends to come through and stay with you." I say. I know she had her friend Miguel spend the night in her guest bedroom a lot so I wanna make it comfortable for her like it was at her apartment. "Just, stop! Everything about you seems too good to be true! What's your motives, Qua? Nobody is this nice for no reason!" she snaps on me out of nowhere.

I look at her crazy. I don't get it. I don't have no motives at all. "My only motive is to do right by you. The fuck is you talkin' about?" I ask her. I'm an honest person all the way around. What I look like hurting her when I got nothing but respect for her and her whole family? Her family is the family I never had. I'm offended as hell. Because I treat her good, she wanna accuse me of being out to get her. That's crazy.

"Naw... because no man is ever like this for no reason. What's your reason?" she asks. "I don't have a reason." I answer, being truthful. "It's good people in the world, Reign." I add. "Are you secretly crazy?" she asks. "No, Reign, I ain't no crazy nigga. I mean, if you would rather get treated like you don't mean nothing to me, let me know." I say, raising my eyebrow. I ain't about to stand here and go back and forth about nothing this dumb. I don't argue with females no way.

"I don't give a damn." she says. "Mane, aight." I say, walking down the long hallway leading to my bedroom. I take my shoes off then walk in the room. I sigh. Reign got so many issues. Damn, no woman I ever dealt with ever had a problem with me treating them special. What's so wrong with that shit? Hoe ass niggas really fuck it up for the real niggas for real cause women never wanna trust us cause of what those bitch ass niggas did to em in the past.

I've been in my room watching ATL for an hour while she does whatever in there. I look at her as she walks in here. She climbs on top of me. "I'm really sorry." she says. I kiss her on her lips. "Don't worry bout it. Video call yo dad." I demand. I want her to video call cause I don't want nothing turning violent if she pull yo over there. "Okay." she mumbles, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

I lay back, watching it ring. Ant answers it. "What you want?" he asks. "Why is my account empty, why did my car suddenly quit working then get towed by someone you sent there, and why was my apartment being packed up by some random men?" she calmly asks. "Did you think I was just talking to hear myself speak when I said I was cutting yo ass off, Reign. I told you that you had a week but the Christian in me decided to give you two weeks instead. It ain't my fault yo ass didn't take it seriously. You got ain't shit parents, remember? You wanna handle yo own issues, correct? Aight then, here go you a issue to deal with. Welcome to being an adult who parents ain't shit." he says.

"Daddy, you know I never meant what I said. You of all people should get it because you have mental problems and spazz out too." she cries. "Naw, fuck that. Me and you don't have the same issues. You say that dumb ass bullshit every single time you get mad, now you gotta learn." he says, chuckling. "What's funny?" she snaps on him. "You are." he answers. "Where is momma? I know she didn't let you do this to me." Reign says, crying hard. "Don't worry bout where she at. I'm a grown ass fuckin' man. I do what I wanna do." he says.

"You are going too far with this. Daddy, please. Can we just talk about it?" she asks. "Mane, I got some shit to do with my ain't shit ass." he says, hanging up. Damn, that nigga seemed too hurt by whatever Reign said to him. She breaks down crying. I pull her in my arms. "I got you." I assure her. Whether she was right or wrong, I got her. They'll eventually work through it. I already know the love too strong for Ant to not come around. He just mad as hell right now.

SHAI

I sigh, watching Drew sleep. That's all he does. He smokes a lot of weed, eats up the whole house, takes showers, then goes back to sleep. He's always complaining about not feeling good. I can't even remember the last time he's left home. He acts like a pregnant lady and it's irritating.

We haven't really talked much since he blurted out the truth about him and Reign. I knew it had to be something he wasn't telling me based on the way she's able to control his mind without saying one single word to him. I know him well so I could tell it was deeper than some bullshit ass teenage love affair. That broad carried a baby by him and he never said a single word to me. He got her pregnant and probably did it purposely back then knowing him, but he acts like I have germs whenever I ask him for a child.

I'm just hurt and pissed off but oh well. Reign is lucky I changed my mind. I was gonna have her hurt but I won't do it now simply because I care for Majesty too much to hurt him. I've been a little sad lately. Majesty and I haven't seen or heard from each other since the day we were getting off of the cruise ship two weeks ago. He's always on my mind and I miss him so much. I haven't had any sex from Drew at all and I haven't had any since that last time with Majesty. I need it.

I never thought I would pop up to a man's home but here I am, about to do just that. I snuck and got Noble and Majesty's  address out of the small address book Drew keeps in case of emergencies. I made sure I put the book back the way I found it. I'm just hoping Majesty is on the same page and doesn't get mad about me showing up without asking or even letting him know I have his address.

I'm wearing a peach colored, lace bodysuit just for Majesty. I have on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans on top of it just in case Drew wakes up or is awake whenever I decide to come back home. I can't risk being caught up.

I grab my car keys then walk out of the room. I jog down the stairs then set the alarm, walking out the house afterwards. I can't believe I'm really about to do this but oh well, whatever happens just has to happen.

I'm surprised they don't live that far from us. I was expecting it to take a while but the traffic wasn't bad. Their home is nice. There's a couple of cars in the driveway. I don't know what he drives but I'm sure one of these cars belongs to him. I park behind the nice yellow Mercedes Benz G-Wagon then take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

I get out then walk to the front door. "Please don't let Noble open it." I mumble, ringing the doorbell. Dang, this house is beautiful on the outside so I can only imagine the inside. I bet it costed at least three million dollars. It's so nice sized. They have so much money so I'm sure they spent a lot for this beautiful place.

The door opens. Majesty's eyes widen in shock as he stares at me in disbelief. Between my legs is throbbing like crazy now that I'm finally seeimg him. He only has on some black and red gym shorts, a pair of Nike socks, and no shirt. He has on a chain that looks so sexy on him. Damn, I missed this man. "How the fuck you get my damb address?" he asks, catching me so off guard. That was rude.

"I got it out of Drew's address book." I answer. "You can't be here right now, Shai. Hell naw." he says. I frown. "What? I know I popped up but I miss you." I admit. "You miss me? Shai, what we had was supposed to be for the cruise only." he says. "I know but I know you feel the same way." I say. "I do. I do miss fucking you but this shit not right. This not a good time, I ain't okay with you coming over here unannounced by getting my address from wherever Drew got it written down at, and I can't be doing this shit right now no way. I got company." he explains.

"Majesty, please." I beg. He looks me over. "Come in but you gotta stay in my room with the door closed for a lil while because my son momma over here spending time with him. She using the bathroom right now, so hurry up." he demands, making me smile on the inside. I'm too happy now. But wait... Is he in a relationship with Major's mother? I have never seen her.

I'm currently hiding in his bedroom. I look at the picture on his nightstand. It's a photo of him kissing a pregnant belly through some type of sheer pink dress. It's a beautiful picture. I look at the other picture of the sonogram pictures and a picture of Major as a newborn. He has a large framed picture of Jessica and a few family portraits. I love how family oriented he is.

I sit down on his bed. This room is huge and is decorated so nicely. The walls are painted gray and his decorations are red, white, and black. I want to see what Major's mom looks like. I stand up then open the door. I tip toe down the stairs then peep down at them as a woman sits on the couch talking to Majesty while she plays in Major's curly hair. She's pretty but she looks so ghetto. I bet she's a stripper or a whore. Now, I see he likes ghetto women.

"I think we should try to like... like get together or somethin' for Major. He need both of his parents in a relationship." she says. I roll my eyes at her ratchet ass. I'm sure he does not want her. "Naw, Precious. Fuck to the no. We can try to be cordial but me and you trynna be a couple? That's a wrap." he says, making me chuckle. He better let that bitch know.

She starts looking around like a police dog that's on to some evidence. "What you looking like that for?" Majesty asks. "Who you got over here?" she asks. My eyes widen as I step back a little. "Nobody of yo concern. Why?" he asks. "Who you got over here around my son?" she asks, springing off the couch. "Nobody, Precious. Sit down." he demands.  My eyes widen as she takes off running past him and up some of these stairs. Oh crap.

"Bitch, who the fuck is you? You fucking my baby daddy? Why you in my baby daddy house, hoe?" she yells at me. "Because your baby daddy let me in." I answer. "And he doesn't want you." I add. She punches me square in my face, knocking me down. "Quit!" Majesty demands. Oh hell no. I'm sick of getting beat up.

I stand up then punch her back. I grab her hair then slam her into the wall. She's swinging and knocking me all upside my head but at least I'm holding her hair and getting a few licks in. All I see is red while the both of us throw punch after punch. I feel Majesty pull me away. "When I catch you out in public, I swear I'm stomping yo ass unconscious!" she snaps, pointing at me. "We will see!" I scream.

Majesty has been downstairs with her for w while getting screamed at by her about how she doesn't want females around their son. I'm in his room pissed to the max. She scratched my face up a little bit so I'm angry. Majesty walks in here. "Where is she?" I ask, rolling my eyes. "I just sent her home in an uber I got for her. Now, why you pop up and come out the room?" he asks, seeming pissed off. "You was outta line." he adds.

"I'm sorry." I say. He shakes his head, watching me take my clothes off. He bites his lip, looking at my lingerie. "You just caused so much drama." he says, not taking his eyes off of my body. "Where is Major?" I ask, pulling his shorts down. "In his room sleep." he answers, stepping out of his shorts. "I missed you." I admit, pulling his boxers down. "You did?" he asks, gripping a handful of my hair as I suck his dick. Giving head only turns me on when I'm giving it to him. I've experienced so much with this man.

He picks me up then lays me on his bed. I smile, watching him slide a condom on himself. He gets on his knees in the bed then pulls my legs up. He has my ankles beside his neck. "Yes." I moan, feeling him enter me. He starts grinding into me slowly, making me feel like I'm on top of the world.

"Shit, Shai. I'm finna nut." he says in my ear while he speeds up his strokes, directly  on top of me now. I don't even have words. I'm feeling so much pleasure. He's had my body all twisted up for the past forty something minutes. His body starts shaking. He makes some weird noise then falls on top of me. He rolls off the top of me then pulls his full condom. "Come suck that nut off." I demand. I get on my knees, ready to clean him up with my tongue.

I've never been this much of a freak before. He's lying down with his head on my chest while I play in his hair. He has Meek Mill's song Dreams and Nightmares playing in the house. "I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted. They loved me when I was stuck, and they hated when I departed." I rap along to it. He starts laughing. "Mane, I can't believe you know this." he says. I smile, nodding my head yes. "I love this song." I admit, making him laugh.

"Where Drew think you at?" he asks. "He's sleep. What are you doing?" I ask, giggling as he licks and sucks on both of my nipples. He kisses me on my neck. "Why you gotta be my homie wife?" he asks, shaking his head. "You're falling for me too, aren't you?" I ask him, looking in his eyes. He sits up then yawns. "I'm finna go check on Major." he says, ignoring me as he puts his Versace robe on.

"Are you gonna answer me?" I ask. "Naw, I ain't falling for you." he answers, walking out the room. I sigh. Maybe, things would be different if Drew wasn't in the picture. At times, I wish I would've met Majesty first. We're totally different but he makes me happy. He fucks me really good and he carries himself a certain way and it turns me on. If only the circumstances were different. I guess I'll never know if he's feeling me too or not.

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