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Chapter 7

"Please," I breathed as I reached my highest point. My thighs tightened around Trenay's neck as I released into his mouth. I was starting to get accustomed to waking up to some type of pleasure and I was not complaining. The muscles in his back flexed as he walked out of the bedroom. My hand rested across my forehead as I tried to regain my composure.

Trenay had this idea in his mind that stimulating me first thing in the morning would help my nausea. I couldn't figure out how he came up with this notion because I still had many mornings head first into the toilet. Today may have been further confirmation for him and his theory because my stomach felt perfect. I was ready to eat. As if hearing my thoughts, the father of my child walked in with a yummy looking egg sandwich. "Thank you baby," his lips found mine sweetly before I dug into my breakfast.

"I have a studio session for about 3 today, but I gotta go handle some business before that. You need to just chill today. I didn't like all that running around you did yesterday." He was referring to me looking for a warehouse space and talking to a good amount of vendors the day before. He had somewhat of a point because I ended up spreading myself sort of thin and my body didn't hesitate to tell me from the aches and pains I dealt with throughout the night. I was thankful for Trenay spending so much of his time with me.

After our doctors appointment he stayed a couple more days then flew back to LA. He wasn't gone long. I had him back with me in less than a week and he hadn't left since. It wasn't pushed, but I know he wanted me to be in LA with him. Him not pressing me to move was resulting in me starting to consider it. I didn't feel as tied to Houston as before, mostly because I had a team now.

Something else that began to strengthen my trust in Trenay was his work ethic. I quickly began to see that I wasn't dealing with just any entertainer. His sources of income seemed to never end. I enjoyed experiencing someone so driven to constantly be better. I definitely appreciated his presence.

"Okay I'll chill. Ima try."

His eyes rolled making me laugh softly, "Nah fuck allat try shit. You chilling."

"I have been looking at some condos in the LA area. I just don't wanna lose my sky rise. I need a nice view," I needed a space I felt my most peaceful self. Compromise was not an option for this.

Trenay gave a small chuckle, "Find one and you can have it."

"No offense but I'm still going to get something I could still afford with or without you. I can't risk that," and I couldn't. I was satisfied with being completely honest with him because beating around the bush would be pointless.

"None taken but with or without me you can afford anything I can afford because my child will always have my income," he grabbed my face and kissed my nose. "I will always be in the picture therefore my money will always be your money."

He was so brave coming from a nigga with his status. Was it that obvious that I wasn't a bitter babymama type of gal? Or maybe his outlook left no room for me to be if I wanted to because he knew his intentions in the long run. Either way, that conversation ended up being way easier than I could have imagined.

His face showed he had something else to say, but I sensed his hesitancy. "What is it B?" I nudged him.

"My mama really trying to meet you. I'm not trying to smother you or push too many boundaries, but she on my ass about it," he was impulsively rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and peered up at him. He of course, returned the gesture. My head rested on his chest, "Yes I'll meet your mom. When?"

"She wants to fly out here to see you."

By reflex, I gulped. Okay I was starting to understand what he meant about being on his ass. She was adamant. "She knows about my pregnancy?"