§ Paris§ URBAN

Chapter~3

~Stacey dropped me off after we went to a restaurant to chow down from working up an appetite.

"Bye boo". Stacey waved then took off. I used my key then walked in. Mom was in a black tight sleeve less dress with some matching stilettos .

"Going somewhere?" I ask moving my hair out the way.

"I'm going out to the club. I'll be back". With that she grabbed her purse and keys. She bumped me as she rushed out the door.

Well damn! You in a rush to find another nigga face to sit on! I thought.

I went to my room with my bags. I called Calvin back. We talked a good long while for at least for 3 hours. But I froze up so I never brought up me being pregnant yet.

After a few minutes passed by I thought about having a baby shower. Me &Stacey could join them together with all of our friends/family there with giant smiles. I can imagine us all playing baby games.
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~It was 11:42 pm at night;still Mama wasn't back yet. The sound of someone unlocking the door made me jump up. It kind of worried me about Mom not coming back.

I heard giggling coming from the living room. It sounded like her laughing with another guy. To my surprise it was the same man. Martin had his arm snaked around her waist laughing too.

Flashbacks played over. Ugh! He saw me poking my head from my room. He blew a kiss my way as my Mother was starring off into space. She was wasted.

I rolled my eyes at his nasty old ass. He wasn't even all that wit his fucked up hair line going in every direction. No taste what so ever wit her saggy titty ass.

I cannot deal. I wasn't in the mood to go through all that moaning an shit. I felt groggy,ion feel like hearing that today. I took my pink beats then plugged it into my phone.

I put my favorite track on. Next plopped back on my bed thinking about Calvin...I decided that tomorrow is the day he finds out about his baby. Buttttt I wanna do it in style like when some people wanna tell someone they're having kids by holding up baby shoes or baby clothes to signal a new member is being added.

Hell yeah! This is gonna be so adorable! I thought smiling to myself.

My track blasted through my beats vibrating through my soul. I could listen to music all day.

~Music:Throw away- by future.
{Hook 1:}
It's gone be Okay Okay,oh it's gone be okay
We are illegal we don't play with you, Its gone be okay
I want no relations,I just want your facial {x2}
Pour some alcohol and drank it baby,gone and taste it {x2}
I want no relations,I just want your facial
Girl you know you like a pistol, you a throw away

{Verse 1:}
We gone drank girl,We gone drink like cinco de mayo
I won't ever tell you anything your heart desires
It's gone be okay okay girl it's gone be okay
I don't want no confrontation it's to complicated
Throw my V's up bet it you will hide a thottie
I'm a fuck you in Atlanta like we on an island
I can't loose my concentration girl,can't go on no dates
If we have a conversation gotta fuck today
I ain't disrespect for never,I ain't disrespecting
Got a black girl and a white one call'em salt and pepper
I call one of em my beamer and one my compressor {Skrr}
I tote albums call em back,now I'm back from outta Texas