::Eva:: I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I laid in the bed trying to figure out where the hell I was at. I threw my head back when I saw August coming into the room.
"I already know."
I sat up in the bed using the sheets to cover me. He handed me a bottle of tylenol and a glass of water.
"Here's your clean clothes and a driver is outside ready to take you home."
I finished the water and handed him the glass. "You sure do know how to make a girl feel like a one night stand." I joked. He laughed and sat near my feet.
"You wanna tell me why you were drunk anyways."
"Just wanted to have fun."
"Eva you don't drink. The most you'll have is a few glasses of wine. So try again."
"It was nothing." I wrapped the sheet around my body going into the bathroom.
The truth is it pissed me off when Chris asked me that because after the incident and my miscarriage my doctor told me I will have kids again and if I were to get pregnant it would kill me. Lord knows I wanted more kids. Hell I wanted a football team. Eva +8.
I felt tears running down my eyes as I fell to the floor.
"Are you okay?" He asked through the door.
"Yes."
"No you aren't." He walked in and kneeled down in front of me. "Eva, What's wrong?"
I literally just broke down. "Im broken. He wants kids but im broken. I can't have any kids and if try I'll die."
He pulled me closer to him. "Im sorry. Im so sorry."
I pushed him off of me . I stood up wiped my tears and threw on my clothes.
" Eight o' clock." I grabbed my stuff and got into the car. I laid on the back seat resting during this 30 minute ride.
When I got home I noticed no one was there. I plugged up my phone, hopped into the shower, then my bed.
I woke up to the feeling of someone laying on my stomach. I opened my eyes and saw London laying on me.
"Hey mama."
"Hey baby girl."
"Where have you been?" I sat up and kissed her forehead.
"Shopping. My daddy called today."
"Did he? What he say?"
"He's going to come see me next week."
"Oh really."
Ever since Jacquees's career picked up he has been lacking in the parent department. London hasn't talked to him in almost 9 months.
"Want to go with me to the nail shop then to get Armani?"
She nodded. "Okay get up and let me get ready."
She got up and walked out of my room I got out of my bed and went into my closet and grabbed something to wear I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair. I threw on my clothes.
Mommy looks good.
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