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Its 11:30. I hang the painting in the basement then go back upstairs. My phone rings. It's Nate. "Hey baby" I answer "Hey baby girl" "How's tour going so far" "Great we're meeting a lot of fans" "That sounds great" "How's my boy" "He's good" "Let me talk to him" I put the phone on speaker close to my belly. "Hey baby boy it's daddy. I just want you to know that I love you" "That's sweet Nate" "Alright babe I gotta go on stage. I love you" "I love you too baby". Next week Nate will be in New York and so will my dad. My dad is going to a police conference. The next morning Today my dad is leaving for New York. "Daddy let me help you with that bag" I say. "No Dylan you need to rest" he says picking up his bags putting the in the car. "Chloe let's go say bye to daddy" Mom says bring out Chloe. "Bye bye daddy" she says hugging him. Mom drives dad to the airport and I stay here with Chloe. "Come on Chloe let's go play with toys" I say. Next week N A T E M A L O L E Y. It's almost showtime. I run out onto stage and my fans scream. 1 hours later
D A N S A N C H E Z. We got a call to go to Webster Hall. A brawl at a concert. We get to the venue and my team goes inside. I see security kicking two young men. Oh shit one of them is Nate. "Hey hey stop" I yell at the security pushing them off Nate. I get him out of the building. "Nate you ok son" I say walking with him. "Don't touch my fucking family bruh" he cries. D Y L A N S A N C H E Z. I sit awake waiting for Nate's phone call. It's been a hour. I decide to call Swazz. S- hello Dylan are you ok D- where is Nate why wouldn't I be. S- you don't know. Nate just got beat up by security during the concert. D- is he there S- yea hold on. Nate it's Dylan. N-Dylan I'm ok your dad got here. D-baby I miss you N-I miss you too D-when are you coming home N-I'll be home in a month. FaceTime me later D- ok I love you N-I love you too baby I don't like this. I need him back home. It kills me to know this happened to him. I can't hold him in my arms while he tells me it's alright. The next morning I wake up and take a shower. Today Mariah and I are going car seat shopping. Then we're going to get it installed at the police station. After my shower I dry off. I apply lotion and deodorant. I put on
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Mariah is outside. "Hey bitch" she says as she gets out of her car and we get in mine. "Dylan what does it feel like to be pregnant" she asks. "Some days it feels wonderful to know I have another person inside of me but others I feel horrible" I say. 30 minutes later "Oh I like this color for my car" I say looking at a mint and grey car seat.
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"What about Nate's car" Mariah asks. "He'll have to pick his out but I like this one I'm getting it" I say. We buy the car seat and head down to the police station. 2 hours later I'm laying in bed with my dog Butterscotch. He is such I good dog. I'm in Nate's Calvin Klein's and a grey shirt.
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I take a picture and send it to Nate. "We miss you" I text. "Give Butterscotch a kiss for me" "Ok good luck tonight baby😘" "Thanks love you" "I love you too". God I love him.
