Take Me As I Am: Book Three

"Move Out"

New York City, New York

Kastynn

It is now Thursday, exactly four days since I've arrived back in New York.  I missed my house, and my warm bed that snugged me tightly at night better than Ti'Ron ever could.

Me and my parents decided to change the meeting to today since they both only could have their off days on this day.  As well as the wedding planner, but I didn't mind one bit.  I needed to focus on my music while being out of school, and also with Beyonce's tour coming up in a few months, she wanted me there during practices sometime during the day.  I didn't mind, except when she asked me to come back to Los Angeles with her this summer.

I wouldn't mind, but by the time we were supposed to be leaving, I wouldn't be able to fly.  Pregnant women are okay to travel by flight from the first to fourth month, maybe even fifth, but I'm not okay with it.  Which is I won't be traveling back to Atlanta until my baby is born. Cherry was sad when I didn't come visit her and her baby, but my weekend was mainly focused on one thing-- coming out to my peoples about my pregnancy.

That is something else me and Ti'Ron have to discuss, whether or not I'll be delivering here in New York, or in Atlanta.  I'd really love for my baby to be born in the 'loving' city I was born and raised in, but he'd possibly want the same.  I'm not sure, we'll have to talk things over.

Speaking of the devil who fucks randoms, we've only spoke on the phone since I've been back into town and that's all we and the baby need for right now. 

Kiki was busy at the moment delivering those massive hands of hers a lovely massage to my worn back.  My stomach has grown out and has made life for me a living hell this past week.

Bey and Ivy have been over to the house this morning, and was now out making a delivery for me.  I requested specific items, and I knew she'd deliver rightfully.

"So you really doin' it today?" Kiki asked me as she stroked the curve in my back.

"Mhmm." I mumbled. "It's 'bout time anyway. She been runnin' around here acting as if she ain't did shit but she had and I'm tired of playing games with her."

Stephenie had been walking around on pins and needles since I've been home.  Sneaking around late at night with Terrence, all the while she was fucking his big brother on the side.  Somehow, someway I believe she's a late night escort, which is probably why she has so much money whenever she comes back and is always buying new things every other day.

It's a shame she gives her vagina away, and is selling it away as well. My God I hope she used protection, her, Terrence, and Ti'Ron. If not, only Lord knows what I'ma do. Especially if I test positive for anything.

"You a lil' wrong for what you said the other day though when we came back from the store." Kiki said, taking a seat next to me on the couch.

"What I say?" I asked, rubbing the back of relaxed neck.

She has the hands of a professional masseur, which is why I believe she should change her major. Her hands are radiantly soothing and can heal at that of a single snap.

"When we walked in, Stephanie's eyes were on ya' stomach and she couldn't keep 'em off. So you was like--"

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. It was bound to come out anyway. Now she 'bout to find her shit on the porch later on. And you better not call and ask what time she comin' home, it'll make her come back faster."

Kiki nodded her head in agreement and turned on the tv. I propped my legs on her thighs and pulled out my phone, sending a quick message back to Kristopher.