*3 years later - March*
*Atlanta, GA*
Bresha POV:
My life is finally smooth sailing. I have a three year old daughter named Sasha. I'm just glad it wasn't another set of twins!
A lot of people don't know that I had a miscarriage before Sasha. It was around tha time Quees told me Kayla was pregnant again. I was under sooo much stress that it came ta that. I guess you can say, my pregnancies were back ta back. I really got four whole kids! But I love them sooo much!
My best friend birthday is today! And she decided ta actually do somethin' fa herself. So, she's throwing herself a party! Black is tha color she chose. An all black birthday party.
These last three years been hard fa ha since Aug been gone. So she really had ta get out ha comfort zone fa a lot of things. And as ha best friend, I been there every step of tha way.
Tha kids are with Quees mom so, I am kid free until tomorrow! As I was putting on my shoes, Quees walked out tha bathroom.
Her Outfit 👆🏽
Jacquees: "You look beautiful."
Me: "Thank you."
He pecks my lips and I kiss him back. It took a lot fa us ta get back hea'. He really wanted ta show me I could trust him. But it really took three years. Even though he moved down ta New Orleans ta show that he loved me...it was a bumpy ass marriage!
Me: "You ready ta perform?"
Jacquees: "Yuuuuup! She begged me to do it. So, since it's her birthday....I said I would."
Me: "What songs are you singing anyways?"
Jacquees: "You and tha one with K Camp."
Me: "Ha two favorite songs."
Jacquees: "Mmhmm. Plus, I know it would make her happy. You ready to go?"
Me: "Yea. I just needa check on MeMe gift ta make sure how much longer it's gonna take. I put a lot of thought into this gift!"
Jacquees: "*chuckles* We can do that on tha way to tha venue."
Me: "You look good, bae." I say as I look him up and down
Jacquees: "Thank you. Don't look at me like that. You know wassup"
I laugh as we walk out and get on tha elevator. I'm ready fa a little fun.
Michael POV:
Me: "Y'all move so slow. I can have this done in at least two hours. Y'all been here all morning."
Mariah: "Stop messing with them, Mike. They're doin' their job. They want it perfect. Stop bein' mean!"
Me: "I'm not being mean *chuckles*. They just move slow as hell. You know I'm the king of decorating."