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omniscient
JAN 2001.
DO NOT HURT ME 🥴

marshall glanced over at his ringing phone the device had been ringing non stop for the last hour he didn't care who called at the moment, reaching over he downed the jack in his glass before grabbing his device turning it off completely

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marshall glanced over at his ringing phone the device had been ringing non stop for the last hour he didn't care who called at the moment, reaching over he downed the jack in his glass before grabbing his device turning it off completely.

turning the television on marshall's face scrunched into a frown as he watched a clip on mtv showing his ex girlfriend being interviewed at the american music awards with none other than sean paul on her arm, the show was a few days ago but marshall didn't care to go choosing to pop pills and eat taco bell like he been doing for months now, "fucking stupid slut". he whispered quickly turning the channel onto football.

deshaun quickly unlocked his brother front door running into the living room "a–ayeee doody!". he panted clearly out of breath "mya is in labor right now and she's been trying to call you we all have get your ass up and come on so you don't miss the birth of my lil nephew".

"i ain't going that slut told me to forget she exist so i'm respecting her wishes". he simply says grabbing the jack bottle taking a few big gulps, "you know mya was only talking shit she really wants you there to support her so get the fuck up before i beat yo ass doody!".

"i don't give a fuck what that bitch wants the baby probably isn't even mines those results could of been lying to spare my feelings she sucked and fucked the whole industry that baby ain't mines doody".

deshaun reached over grabbing marshall's shoulder "your drunk doody just hurry up and put some clothes on mya really needs you man".

"i ain't going to that hospital leave me the hell alone doody! fuck her and that baby".

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A FEW WEEKS LATER

mya sighed in relief as her new born son maverick finally dozed off in her arms, after almost an whole hour of him fighting his sleep he finally stopped crying and slept soundly in her arms.

thankful everyone stayed sleep in her mother's house, she couldn't handle having to lure whitney and maverick back to sleep at the same time especially since both children were attached to her like glue.

loud banging on the front door made mya jump making maverick's eyes flutter open, his face twisted up before he started wailing loudly making her huff in frustration "shhh sweetie it's okay just go back to sleep for mommy". she softly pleaded placing the pacifier in his mouth only for it to fall onto the floor moments later.

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