Diggy Imagines

We Still Got It

YN P.O.V.

It was hard to stay focused watching Diggy do paperwork in his Tom Ford business suit.  I must admit, working with my husband can be stressful but at the end of the day I couldn't really think of a better job.

You see Diggy and I met in college and had somewhat of a goal. Both  of us wanted to make more than $100,000.00 a year, have a nice house, luxury cars, and a upper class lifestyle. Some people consider that "uppidy" but Diggy and I both were from the hood. We've done the drug deals, and shoot outs and we both wanted better for ourselves.

Don't get it confused though, we still keep it hood.

Diggy-*Laughs* Why the fuck did you draw a monkey on this document? He asked.

YN-*Giggle* I got bored. I said plainly while shrugging.

Diggy's phone began to ring.

YN-Who is it? I asked curiously.

Diggy- Rem. He said while answering the phone.

After Diggy got off the phone he looked at me and gave me the 'look'. Not just any old look but a 'We about to handle some shit' look.

YN-What did he say? I asked Diggy curiously.

Diggy- Somebody killed BJ. The funeral is Friday but before that they want to take out the shooter. He said while sitting his pen down on his desk and standing up while fixing his tie.

YN-...We're going to help him? I asked.

Diggy-YN don't be like that. We grew up with that nigga, of course we have to have his back. He said in an "obviously" tone.

YN-*Sigh* Fine.

It's been 4 years since Diggy and I have dropped somebody. I'm honestly nervous, I don't know if I still have what it takes to bang the streets.

Diggy's P.O.V.

Diggy- NIGGA PICK ONE! I yelled at the guy who was tied up to a chair.

Both YN and I still had on our work clothes.

Benny- I DON'T KNOW MAN! DON'T KILL ME!! I HAVE A FAMILY. He pleaded to me as I aimed a gun at his head.

Diggy-Me too. I said plainly.

YN and I had two daughters together. One was 11 and the other one was 7.

YN-Benny... just give us the money. She said in a seductive tone.

Benny looked her up and down.

Benny-YN I used to play ball with your brother... and you gonna let your nigga kill me? That's shady.

YN-BENNY SHUT UP! WHERE'S THE MONEY!!

Benny-Just shoot me!

I felt like someone was behind us. I slowly turned around and saw a man creeping up behind a trash can trying to shoot Diggy.

Diggy-YN what you think we should do baby? He asked me.

YN-Shoot him... and ill shot him. I said while shooting the guy behind the trash can as diggy shot Benny dead.

Rem pulled up to us in the car and we jumped in.

YN P.O.V.

Diggy pulled into our drive way and parked in front of our mansion

Diggy-Gimme kiss ma. He said while puckering his lips.

I gave Diggy a kiss and smudged a little blood off of his face with my thumb.

We walked into the house holding hands and saw our Nanny giving our kids cookies.

Maya-MOMMY! My 7 year old daughter cooed while eating a cookie.

Mariah-Is that blood on your clothes? She asked while scrunching her nose up.

Diggy-No. *laughs*

YN-We're gonna go get cleaned up and then come eat some cookies with you guys.

As Diggy and I walked up the stairs towards our bedroom he slapped my ass.

We hopped in the shower together and laughed.

YN-We still got it