Boo'd Up (Kendrick Lamar love story)

The Big 25

Lord, I've gone through so much drama and almost died but I've made it to another year.

The big 25 and damn, I'm fine! 😜

The snap back was real. It's almost as I was never pregnant, physically I mean. I do still got some weight on me in all the right places. My boobs are still twice it's usual size. My hair is actually a lot easier to maintain these days but now I'm losing hair. It's hard to tell because it's still thick but it's bearable.

But anyways, my man and friends want to celebrate me. Go big or go home, type of celebration. I woke up this morning just feeling refreshed and better. I feel good. I did notice Kendrick let me sleep in this morning.

I'm usually the early bloomer so I usually get up to get the baby but I slept an extra 2 hours, uninterrupted. My mind told me to go check on Kendrick and Mila but my eyes widened seeing pink rose pedals scattered all over the bedroom and bed. On the bed sat a tray of breakfast, bouquet of tulips and pink roses and happy birthday balloons.

Instantly, I felt bad because I was mad at him on his birthday over nothing but here he is, still treating me like a Queen on my B-Day. I sighed at the thought and everything else that followed. I owe him, for sure.

I took a quick picture to share later and then went to go relieve myself. After I was done, I got back in bed to eat my breakfast. I had a plate of waffles, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and a bowl of dry oatmeal with dry berries. There was a canister that was holding scolding coconut vanilla milk for my oatmeal.

As I was eating, I was about to Kendrick but as I was about to click his name, he came in the room holding Mila. I smiled immediately seeing them.

"Look Mila, the birthday girl is awake," he said, talking to Mila.

She wasn't paying attention though. She was more fascinated with her daddy. I've been prepping myself to be the least favorite parent because it's no secret, Mila is a daddy's girl. It's always been that way. And being she's my mini me, I'm not shocked. I'm a daddy's girl too and I'm also obsessed with Kendrick so there you go. Go ahead girl!

"Good morning, my loves," I said, smiling.

Kendrick smiled and sat next to me. He held Mila up to face me and started to talk in a weird high voice.

"Happy Birthday, mommy! I love you!"

I gave her a kiss," Gracias, mi milagro!"

"Happy Birthday, baby," Kendrick said.

I puckered my lips to him, which he accepted, giving a few kisses before breaking away.

"Thank you, Bebe. This was really nice to wake up to. Why so pink, though?"

"You don't like it?," he asked, his smile immediately dropping.

"Yes, I do! Pink is one of my favorite colors, I'm just curious on why pink? Is this the theme for tonight?"

He smiled," Yep but you'll see why later."

"Are you dressing in pink, then?," I asked in a teasing tone.

He smack his lips," Real men wear pink, ain't that right, lil mama?"

He rubbed on her little belly. She looked more fascinated of our bedroom. Kendrick leaned her against the pillows, her little eyes still looking around.

I continued eating," I wish I could breast feed her. I want those intimate moments with her. Kayla is so lucky."

I produce breast milk but baby girl has trouble latching on. I've tried multiple times but it hurts and Mila isn't interested so I have to pump.