A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Huslters Prayer- Without You.

[Aubriana]

It's been almost 2 weeks since Michael and I broke up and honestly I thought I'd be more distraught over the situation but I'm relieved I told him the truth. The outcome didn't turn out in my favor but it's my fault and I have to live with the consequences. Michael and I talk on a regular basis almost like we never broke up but he's distant and I hate it because he doesn't tell me what's going on in depth like we would when we were together and cuddled in bed.

"Michael?" I questioned as I sat Indian style on my bed rubbing my belly. He answered the phone all secretive and shit.

"Wassup Bri?"

I poked out my bottom lip as I pouted over the phone.

"Can you run to Buffalo Wild Wings and pick up a dozen hot wings with extra sauce, two orders of fried pickles, then run to McDonald's and get me a Mcdouble with extra mustard?"

He chuckled. "You want all of that ma?"

I put on my thinking cap cause as soon as walks through the door I know I'ma want some else.

"And a large fry?"

"Aight give me twenty minutes and I'll drop by."

"Thank you." I squealed hanging up the phone and skipping downstairs to see my mom and Vince walking inside from their jog.

I thank God for Vince everyday because he's gotten my mom through a lot and he's even treated me like his own daughter and the first couple of nights I was here and cried because of the break up, he let me cry on his shoulder and told me everything was gonna be okay. He's like the father I never had and we're truly blessed to have him.

"Wassup babygirl?" Vince said trying to hug me with his sweaty ass body.

I pushed his broad shoulder and covered my mouth and nose. Being pregnant with twins has my gag reflexes on ten. The cologne I use to love on Michael now has me throwing up, shit was crazy.

"Ew! Vince you smell!" He laughed then took a swig of his water and walked upstairs.

"Oooooh momma you got your body back." My mom has been working out and has flatten her stomach and tighten her booty. She almost made me wanna go work out.

"I try." She flipped her long ponytail.

I giggled and sat on the island chair. "Michael's coming over to bring me some food."

"Okay baby tell him to speak the next time he come in here." She laughed.

"Okay mommy." She jogged upstairs while I sat there texting Sydney.

The door bell rang so I waddled as fast as I could to the door. I'm almost four months pregnant and I look like I'm almost six. I can't wait to pop out my babies though.

"Wassup Michael?" I asked taking my bag and walking to the kitchen.

"Wassup Bri?" He trailed behind me.

My mom and Vince came downstairs fully dressed. They greeted Michael then told me they were going to a movie. I took my food out and put it on a glass plate then drown everything in maple syrup.

"The fuck?" Michael laughed following me to the backyard to sit by the pool.

I stuffed my face with fried pickles and syrup as he watched me.

"What nigga?" I asked after swallowing the food.

"That's nasty as fuck!" He exclaimed laughing.

"Shut up." I wiped off my sticky fingers with a wet napkin they put in the bags at Buffalo Wild Wings. "I feel like I haven't eaten in years. Your kids are greedy as hell."