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never - unreleased

Am I stupid? Because I keep getting called that. At this point i'm starting to believe it. I know I can be at times, but am I really? Like damn.

"Onika I was working."

"Street shit? Cause that building don't need you. That's what you paying bitches for."

"I was at the office sitting in."

"Fucking stupid. You dry go up there. At this point i'm starting to think it's cause youn wanna deal with us. If that's the case just fucking say that shit and we'll stop calling your ass."

I threw my head back as she ranted over face time. This is crazy.

"Don't be doing that like you just got the right to."

"Alright Onika. I'm sorry for not calling for those few days. It won't happen again."

"You don't even gotta worry about it. If me and your kids aren't your first priority, it doesn't even matter. Cause fuck me at this point, you know you got a spoiled ass daughter that wanna talk to you. That's it. But you won't even answer her calls."

I just stared at her over the phone with my legs crossed and a straight face. She woke me up to get on my ass. I've brushed my iteeth and ate, she's still going at it. I'm not even tripping, she pregnant as fuck. It's only been two months though man, got seven more to go. Damn. I asked for this shit.

"You better make your way over here today Beyoncé. If you don't, consider yourself single as fuck."

"I hear you." I was already gonna go over there today.

"That's all you gotta say?"

"I understand my beautiful sexy and amazing pregnant girlfriend. Everything you wish to happen today shall happen."

"Keep being funny and watch you be standing at that door."

"Onika stop playing. You better unlock the shit."

"Mmhmm. Bye Beyoncé." She hung up and I sighed heavily before getting up. Can't even sit on my fly ass balcony and smoke. I gotta get up and deal with the pregnancy. But I can't blame nobody but myself, I did this. I kept filling her up and shit. My fault.

As soon as I got dressed, I headed out the door. Fuck my hair, fuck everything at this point. My phone kept dinging so I knew it was Amora. She just blowing my phone up with voice messages. I'm not about to listen to all those.

I pulled into her driveway and sat there for a little bit, scrolling on my phone. Just to prepare before going in there. She prolly gon knock my head between the washer and dryer.

Baeby💕- come the fuck in.

I sighed at the message and turned my car off before getting out. Jesus. Fuck them cameras man. I went to open the door and the shit was locked. Here she go. I'm not even gon knock, she see me.

It went on ten minutes and I started beating on the door. She done already pissed me off before I even step foot in her shit. Aniya opened the door and I walked in.

"Where your momma?"

She just looked up at me without saying anything.

"Niniii."

"Mm?"

"Where's your momma?"