Chapter thirty six

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🐝Olivia Renee Hayes 🐝

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🐝Olivia Renee Hayes 🐝

Friday, December 4th, 2020

Madison and I had been talking for about an hour before Stokeley walked downstairs with Jordan asleep in his arms, seating himself next to me on the couch.

I looked over at our sleeping baby. He looked so peaceful. So innocent. "I just need two girls and I swear im done," I told Stokeley.

"If we have two girls we gotta have another boy, so we equal," he told me.

"I wouldn't mind four of them," I shrugged.

"Bitch what the fuck your pussy still should be sore from that one and you thinking about two more?" Madison gasped.

"Yes I am," I admitted, "it's just an inner peace you find with them. You'll understand soon."

"I hope so, I hope I don't hate my kid," she frowned.

"You wont, my nephew is gonna be a g, he gon be just like me," Stokeley joked.

Madison laughed, "yeah if I leave it up to you and jahseh, im sure he will be."

"I thought you were mad at him after last night," Stokeley stated.

We both turned to look at him, "How the fuck did you know about that?" Madison asked.

"He told me," Stokeley confessed, "after it happened."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" I asked.

"I was going to it just slipped my mind, we was smoking a blunt and I came inside and fell asleep I really just forgot until right now," he explained.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to Madison, "well since he said it, are you mad at him?"

"No, I was never mad at him. I thought he was mad at me to be honest," Madison explained.

"Shittt that nigga thinks you mad as hell," Stokeley laughed. "You should probably let that nigga know, he stressed out."

Madison shook her head and grabbed her phone, probably to text jahseh.

I turned my attention to Stokeley, "I have a craving."

"For what?"

"Carne asada fries, with everything on top, like onions cheese cilantro, red and green salsa."

"Damn, that sound good as fuck," he admitted, "like from that one Mexican food truck we went to when we first met."

"Oh yes," my mouth watered just thinking about it.

"Let's go, we can just get our food and eat in the car so we don't have to take Jordan around all those people," Stokeley suggested.

"Can I come, please?" Madison asked me.

"Duh bitch," I laughed.

We all gathered what we needed for Jordan and packed up in the car, heading to the food truck.

Stokeley took our orders and went to get the food while Madison and I stayed in the car with Jordan.

"So did you text him?" I asked.

"I did, and we're good," she smiled.

"Did you tell him why all that happened?" I asked. "Or about the baby and him?"

"I started to, yeah. I think he got the basic idea, but I think that's something I want to talk about in person, I need to think about Leah(that's the name she picked for the baby) and how Jahseh would fit into my life with her. And she's a girl so I feel like extra on watch and protective of her already just because of what I went through. I just have a lot to think about and he and I have a lot to talk about before we go anywhere else with whatever it is we're doing." She explained.

It shocked me to hear what I just heard her say, "When the fuck did you grow up?"

She rolled her eyes, "im being serious, Olivia."

"I know, that's what's so surprising," I explained. "Anyways, did you tell him all that?"

"Yeah, I did. We're going to talk later, he's going to come over," she explained.

"So what are you gonna do if he wants to be there for you and the baby?" I asked.

"I'd be thankful and happy, and I would love to have a little family and to build our way up there to what you and Stokeley have." She explained.

"And if he doesn't?" I asked.

"Then that's his loss, and im still going to do what I have to for Leah."

I nodded my head, "That's good, and you know you can stay with me, so you don't have to worry about paying rent."

"I appreciate that but Leah is gonna need her own room, we both can't fit in that room."

"So there's one last guest room left, you can have it for her," I offered.

She smiled, "thank you."

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