♡Kayla R.♡
It's three in the morning my babies still arent back. I sit in the living room, my leg shaking. I hear the garage door open and close, I run to the kitchen, seeing Quinn and the boys. He walks right past me up the stairs, I follow, getting suspicious. He lays them in their cribs, removing their shoes and tshirts. I block him from leaving, "We not doing this tonight." He pushes me back, immediately I smack the fuck outta him. His face turned red, before I knew it, I was over Quinn's shoulder being carried to our room. He throws me on the bed hard as hell, I hit my head on the head board. "What the fuck is wrong with you nigga!?" He yells. "Putting yo fuckin' hands on me Ima hit you like a nigga on the streets if you keep fucking with me!" I kick towards him knowing damn well, Quinn not gone hit me while Im pregnant. Well, I thought. "Quinn!" I scream tears immediately falling down my cheeks. Then I realized he was drunk. I hurried off the bed and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. "Open the door Kayla." The slurring was scaring me more than anything.
*
I woke up on the bathroom floor. I sit up, feeling my back ache. "Ow." I whine standing onto my feet, I immediately checked my chest, revealing a purplish bruise. I grab Quinn's medicine out the cabinet, reading the bottle he not supposed to drink. I walk in the bedroom and Quinn was asleep on the bed. I got the twins and headed off far away.
♛La'Mya "Princess" Jones♛
I walked out the house, Hayden on my hip. My dad had our bags, I got into his Benz and sat there. Quan left earlier this morning, he tried to lock Hayden and I in the basement. I got out and called my dad.
*
I laid in bed, Hayden next to me, asleep. Music played through my Beats, Musiq Soulchild, So Beautiful was sending chills down my spine as I listened. Until I heard my dad calling me. I get up and jog downstairs, "Yes daddy?" I ask. "Come here." He was in the living room, "I know you grown and all, but this shit here, unacceptable." I frown and sit next to him. I look at his laptop, "Dad why you watching porn?" I ask. "Mya this is you! Pully sent me this." I take the laptop, "Oh my god! This is from high school." My dad crosses his arms, "So this the type shit you was doing?" He ask, "Dad, I was like really drunk." I explain. "You was drinking too?" I sigh. "Yes." I answer. He shakes his head, "Mya this all over the internet." I sigh, and put my head in my hands, "I never knew Hakeem would post it anywhere." He's probably mad at me. I sigh and just go back upstairs.
*
Later that night, I was up with Hayden. We were in the kitchen eating grapes, "Hayden I wanna talk to you about something." I say, he nods, "You know you should never hit a woman right?" He nods, "Mommy, I have a question." He says looking at me, "Can I see daddy please?" He ask. "Or can you call him?" I sigh, "Which daddy Hayden?" He looks down, "My real one." I pull out my phone, calling Hakeem. He answers, "Wassup Mya?" He yawns. "You with somebody?" I ask. "Nah. Im wit my daughter. Wassup?" He ask. "Hayden wanna talk with you." I say. "Im coming to get y'all." He says, "Okay."
Let's see how this goes....
♔Christopher "Bubba" Jones♔
I laid in bed with Kari. It's three in the morning, I miss Shaila. I just don't wanna come clean then her be worrying about me everytime I leave. I pick up my phone, and imessage her.
To Shai: Bae
-3:26 AM
From Shai: What Christopher?
-3:30 AM
To Shai: I miss you man
-3:30
From Shai: Okay? U Cn't even open up 2 me
-3:32 AM
To Shai: Babe, I jus dnt want u constantly worryn bout me
-3:32 AM
From Shai: What is it?
-3:33 AM
To Shai: Slangin
-3:33 AM
From Shai: Y u jus couldnt say dat?
-3:34 AM
To Shai: Cuz its bad
-3:35 AM
From Shai: So? Jus promise u not doin this 4eva
-3:40 AM
To Shai: Only if u come back
-3:41 AM
From Shai: I gotchu
-3:45 AM
To Shai: I love u ma
From Shai: I love u too babes
With that, I fell asleep.
*
I woke up the next morning, and turned on Pandora. Wet Dreamz by J.Cole blasted from my speakers. Kari began whining, "Aye lil girl, don't nobody wanna hear that shit." I say getting my clothes out for the day. I went to Kari's room and chose her outfit.
I dressed myself and her then headed out to the mall. I walked to Lids, I found a beanie I liked. "Daddy, I want." Kari points to the hat in my hand. "Daddy's hat." I say still looking, Kari gives me a face before pouting, working up her tears. I sigh, knowing she was about start having a temper tantrum. "Stop." I say picking her up, causing her to cry and shake in my arms. "Stop here." I give her the hat, she screams again, I sigh pulling out the stack in my pocket, giving it to her. She stops crying and looks at the money in her hands. I shake my head and laugh, heading to check out. "Yo daughter a trip man." My nigga Tone says at the desk. "Ain't she though." I say laughing and taking one of the 50's off the stack in Kari's hand. We headed home, and I seen Shai's car parked in the driveway. I walk inside, the house smelled like bleach and Febreeze. "Babe!" She yells from the kitchen, I smile and walk to the kitchen. "I know those shoes better be off yo feet!" Shai snaps. I back up, kick them off and go inside the kitchen. "I missed you." I kiss her jaw. She smiles and takes Kari. "Mommy baby I missed you so much!" I give her a look she can say she missed Kari but not me. Alright then, fake ass.
●Shaila●
I rubbed my hand over my stomach as I walked with Chris through the park. "Can we sit down? My back hurts." I ask, Chris pulls me by my hand towards the grass, we sat down and I leaned against Chris shoulder. His hand found its way to my stomach, he kisses my jaw. "What's your plan after the baby?" He ask. "College, career, take care of my babies." I respond confidently, "Career?" He ask. "Yes Chris. Please don't tell me you're one of them niggas." I say looking his way, "Three generations of my family's women barely ever worked. I don't wanna break it." I roll my eyes, "Oh well." I respond. "What we naming my baby?" Chris ask. "Marlon Ciah Jones." Chris smiles, "Marlon Wayans." He laughs, I roll my eyes and playfully smack his face. "Shut up Bubba." He kisses my lips and stands, "I wanna go home with my baby." He says, referring to Kari. He helps me up and we leave to the house. I look at Chris, I love him so much, but I'm setting him up. I hope he forgives me....
