Take Care [b.t]

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"Grandma just know we're okay, but we're about to bounce." Drew was still silent, eating her food.

"You want some to take with you honey?" My grandma asked Drew. In all reality, my grandma never had a problem with Drew. Her being pregnant is the problem. Honestly I don't think she was ready to be a great grandma yet. Shit I wasn't ready to be a parent either, but at the end of the day I'm going to always be there for Drew and my child. Plus it takes two to tango.

"Yes please." She said before chugging down her glass of red kool - aid. "Stop staring at me."

"Why?" She flipped me the bird. She's been mean to me all fucking day like what the fuck. "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know. Give me some attention." I was say some unholy things, but my grandma had came back into the dining room with a old Chinese noodle container with Pepper Steak and Rice in it. I took the the container from her handing it to Drew. "Thank you Grandma Griffey." She simply nodding. I helped Drew out her chair and down to the door. "Pen I need some new sandals. My feet are swelling up and plus these are looking pretty ratchet from my view." I snickered a little.

"Drew, you're blind they look fine to me. It's just that your belly's in the way." I seen little puddles of tears near the bottom of her eyes. She was about to cry. "What's wrong now? Fine I'll get you some new sandals if you don't cry."

"You called me fat." She said in a light sob. My grandma was watching from a far giggling and smiling at the scene. I turned to her giving her a stale face.

"I'm sorry don't cry. Come on I'll help you put them on go sit on the couch." I didn't know pregnant women were like this. "Sensitive ass." I said lowly.

Her feet were pretty swollen and I'm confused on why I have seen them yet. Then it hit me. Drew loves socks. She's always in socks that's why I haven't seen them yet. I did a light massage on her feet to relief some pain from them. Cause them boys looked painful as hell. After that I slipped her sandals on her feet tightening the strap. "Ready?" She nodded holding out her hand for me to help her up. "Bye ma. I love you." I said walking to her. I gave her a tight hug and kisses her cheek.

"Bye baby. Stay safe and take care." I nodded. Drew waved to her as we walked out the door. I opened Drew's door for her so she could get in comfortably. I needed to leave before it got to late, so I could call the number that was on the letter.

I drove to the nearest "dead" gas station. I mean you could get gas there but not many people go there to get gas, if that makes sense. I put a quarter in typing the number. Drew on the other hand was slumped. It hasn't even been 10 minutes. Pregnant women.

"Hello," the mysterious high pitched voice spoke into the phone.

"Hello, hi I'm Pen Griffey. I received a letter and it told me to call this number for more information." I stated. I really didn't know what to say, but I needed more information on the dates for recording and stuff. Maybe even a promo tour. I don't know.

"Yes, I'm Tiffany and I will be assisting you with more information." I nodded soon realizing that she can't see me, so I spoke up.

"Okay. Thank you."

"Okay Mr. Griff-"

I cut her off abruptly, "You can call me Pen if you like." I really didn't like when people referred me as that.

"Okay Pen, we should start with your stage name. What would you like to be called?"

"Bryson Tiller..." I said with a smile.

"I'll refer to you as that then. Bryson, our company RCA records wants to sign you as our new artist. Of course we have plenty of competition. I don't know if you heard of not, but Drake's OVO wants to sign you as well. Since you're new to the game. We'll give you a temporary deal until you choose which company you want to sign to. And I'm sorry for throwing so much information at you right now." Tiffany stated on the phone. I really didn't know how to feel. I was completely honored to hear that Drake wanted me.

"No it's fine, thanks for all the information. And with this temporary deal what do I get?"

"Well Mr. Tiller you get a promo tour to see if anyone will like you. Which I'm absolutely positive they will, you're an amazing singer." Tiffany stated with a small giggle.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." I said. Maybe I am making a change. I'm on my way up.

"Also, we would need you to have at least three songs. We are allowing Don't count as one of them. Of course that means studio time and we are willing to let you record here. How does that sound?"

"Great."

"Alright. How does June 13th at 2:30 sound as a day to record?"

"Awesome. I'll be there."

"Great our address is on the letter you got."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"Bye Mr. Tiller." I hung up the phone closing the car door. Fuck. My car battery probably died. I tried to turn the car on. Surprisingly it cut on. Once I got to the stop light my car cut off. What the fuck. Really in the middle of the road.

I got out the car walking over to the person's car that was behind me. "Um hi I'm P- Bryson, can you give me a jump please."

"What the fuck is that?" The lady said popping her gum in my face. She had pink hair and a caramel tone. I looked over to the guy that was on the passenger side. "Huh baby."

"It's when you hook the cords up to the battery and start the car." The man spoke. They both looked very young, but looks show as hell can be deceiving. "Nah man we got to bounce." The car pulled into the next lane driving off. I sighed shaking my head. Man what the fuck. I went to me car slamming the door. Drew jumped in her sleep.

"What's wrong baby?" I shook my head. Good day to a bad day in a matter of minutes.

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Hey guys! Happy 4th of July 🇺🇸!

New chapter and I didn't proof read, so comment if you see any mistakes 💕.

Q: What's your favorite sweet snack?

- Iced honey buns. My baby put me on those.

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