stripper hustle - pop smoke.

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bashar pov

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i woke up with shiioris in my arms...don't know if that's her actual name but a nigga don't care. i carefully got outta bed and slipped on my boxers, going downstairs. i'm finna make us both breakfast. i may be a rapper but i'm still a gentleman. that's just how i was raised.

i got the carton of eggs out the fridge and started making sum for the both off us. i guess just eggs and then toast? anyways, i cracked the eggs, seasoned em and waited for em to fry. they soon friend and i placed them on two different plates with toast and fruits.

i went upstairs to see her rubbing her eyes. "hey lil mama" i said, handing her the plate of food. she smiled then replied. "morning bashar, how you doing?" she asked, taking a blueberry and popping it in her mouth.

"good what bout you" i replied. "eh. im good." she replied, then her eyes widened then she smiled. she got her phone off the bed side table and scrolled a bit before clicking on sum. she smiled even more and i heard the sound of a baby on the other side of the phone.

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diamond pov

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"hey baby" i said, smiling at my baby girl. my princess looked so cute. raia was doing her hair. "hi mommy" she cheesed into the camera. "how are you princess?" i asked, looking at bashar who was eating. "good, how about you?" she asked.

"i'm fine mama, thank you. are you having fun with aunty raia?" i asked questioned. "yea, she got me this teddy bear" she said, looking away from the camera. prolly looking at the teddy bear. "that's nice but mama gotta go" i pouted.

"awh, bye momma, love you" she said, blowing a kiss to the camera. "love you to" i said, blowing one back to her then hanging up. "you ain't tell me you had a boyfriend." bashar dead panned. "i don't, i'm a single mom" i said, eating my food.

"wheres the daddy?" he asked, curiously. "he left when i told him i was pregnant" i frowned, remembering the memory.

i shook with tears in the bathroom in the apartment i shared with my boyfriend, chris. i was only 15. what if he didn't want a baby now? what if he left me? what if he wanted me to abort the baby? i shook the bad thoughts out my head then walked into the living room.

i saw chris sitting there, on his phone. i saw him looking at instagram models. 'they look way sexier than me, i'd understand if he left me...' i thought, looking down. i looked back up and cleared my throat softly.

"babe?" i said, catching his attention. "hey, what's up?" he asked, still looking at hi frown. i frowned. he wasn't even looking at me. "i got news..." i said, hesitantly. "yea?" he said, looking up from his phone.

"well you know the last time we fucked? well, since then i've been having symptoms and i'm...i'm pregnant." i finally said, squeezing my eyes shut. after a few seconds of silence, i opened up my eyes and saw a look of anger on chris's face.

"you're what?" he asked, standing up. i got afraid so i covered my stomach. "get the fuck out." he said, pointing to the door. "wha-" i tried to speak but couldn't finish but couldn't since he spoke again. "i said, get. out." he said, louder.

my eyes watered as i slipped my slides on. i left the house, not knowing where to go. i grabbed my phone out my pocket and sat on the curb. there was only one person to call. raia. i couldn't go home cos i left the house.

i ran away to live with chris and once my parents found out, they told me not to come back. i dialed raias number and waited for her to pick up. i put my hoodie over my head and sobbed quietly. a few minutes of conversation a raia was on her way.

she picked me up and took me to her house. "so what happened?" she asked, bringing me a water bottle and a bowl of spicy noodles. i set the water down on her coffee table and started explaining. "fuck that nigga." she dead panned.

i nodded and continued to eat my noodles, still kinda sad because of the events that happened earlier.

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"damn, i'm sorry" bashar apologized. "don't worry, it ain't your fault." i said. "do your parents know bout your baby?" bashar questioned. "nope. ion want em to know bout her, but raia prolly gon tell em soon with her big mouth" i chuckled.

he chuckled along with me. "i think my baby want me home, can you drop me off?" i asked him, getting my clothes on. he nodded and put on a grey tracksuit. he grabbed my hand and led me to his car. i put my address in his gps and he drove me home.