Once In A Lifetime

☯ Cyn Meeting Devonte☯

( A/N: Yall Do Technically This Chapter Eighty- Three? The Ones With With Two Instead Of One Beside The Chapter With Names Are The Special Chapters)

Cyn POV

I Woke Up And Felt The Other Side Of The Bed. It Felt Empty And Untouched As It Did Last Night Before I Fell Asleep. The Pillow Still Smells Like Her But She Wasn't There. Last Night Was The First Night I Ever Really Slept Alone Without Anything. I Did Sleep With Her Picture But It Wasn't Her. I Am Pregnant And Require Extra Loving But That's All My Fault. With Ease On My Feet, I Slowly Get Up And Go To The Bathroom. The Mirror Would Crack If It Was Alive. My Face Looks Better But Its Still Swollen. The Bleeding Stop Though, Which Is Good. I Gently Scrub My Face And Put A Little Bit Of Make Up To Look A Little Bit Less Dragged And Beaten. Its My Lazy Day And Our Flight Is At 5 For My Private Jet. Erica Said She Will Back. I Went To The Playpen And Seen My Babies Still Sleeping In. So Head Downstairs To Get Early Breakfeast Started But My Ipod Is On

🎶 My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And there like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge

I know you want it,
The thing that makes me,
What the guys go crazy for.
They lose their minds,
The way I wind,
I think its time

La la-la la la,
Warm it up.
Lala-lalala,
The boys are waiting

My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And there like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge 🎶

I Slowly Walk Down Stairs With My Pepper Spray Earlier. The Smell Of Food Went Up My Noise.

Cyn: I Know Damn This Nigga Is Bold Enough To Come In My House, Touch My Shit And Touch My Damn Food I Paid. This Bitch Is Crazy * Yelling Whispering To No Particular Person*

Whoever This is Out Of They Damn Mind And bout To Take My Heat. I Refuse To Get Beat Two Days In A Row. I Was About To Go Gorillaz On A Bitch Until I Notice It Was Erica At The Counter While Holding A Baby And A Little Boy In My Shirt Dancing With Her As He Play With Kings Trucks. What The Hell Happened Last Night?

???: Mommy * Pulling On Her Shirt* Why Is This Lady With A Ballon Tummy Looking At Me * Staring At Me* Is She Gonna Put Me Outside?

Erica Turns Around And Smile. What is there To Small For? There is Two Unknown Children In Our Kitchen, Whom Just Call Erica Mommy, And Have No Consent Over! Is This Girl Crazy? I Hope This Ain't More Children She Hid. The baby Or The Boy Doesn't Look Like Her Or Raul.

Erica: Before You Say Anything, The Baby Is Leaving. I Just Wanted Her In My Arms Before We Leave And Never See Her Again But The Little Boy Stays Cyn. He's Blood And Needs His Parents. * Holding His Hand*

Cyn: What Do You Mean He's B-

Erica: This Is Your Son Cyn....The One From Fours Years Ago With Drake

Cyn: That Can't Be Erica. My Baby Died And Was Born Not Breathing Or Crying. I Would Know If My Child Was Alive. Are You On Crack? Did You Hang With Joe Budden Again? ( A/N: Please Don't Start Lol..Its A Joke)

Erica: No Cyn...That Bald Bitch Almost Hit Me Because I Wouldn't Give Him Any. Baby He Wasn't Fully Developed And Needed Time To Grow In The ICU. They Assumed He Was Dead But He's Alive. His Twin Is The One That Died. You Can Check Your Records And See. You Left Orange County Without Saying Anything. Babe Devonte Is Your Baby.

Devonte: I'm A Real Boy Momma* Laughing* You Smell Good * Smelling My Shirt He Has On* Aren't You Gonna Say Something Momma? * Looking Up At Me*

Erica: This Was All He Wanted For His Birthday Cyn...A Real Family

Cyn: But...H..He Doesn't Look Like Drake* Stuttering As My Eyes Wail Up*

Erica: Because He Looks Like His Beautiful Momma Baby. This Is Our Boy. Like You Took In My Children And Accepting Yours Baby. Come Get Your Son Baby

I Slowly Walk Up To My Son...My Son...And Got On My Knees And Look At Him. Yes He Has My Eyes, Cheeks, Nose, Chubby Little Chin But Got A Big Ass Head And Forehead. There's No Way This Can Be Real. I Trace His Face With My Finger

Devonte: That Tickles Momma* Giggling Adorably* We Twins Momma * Holding A Picture Up Of Me And Him When He Was First Born With His Twin*

My Son Is Alive...My Son is Alive...

Devonte: Yes Mommy I'm Alive* Jumping Up And Down Laughing*

I Picked Him Up And Held Him As Tight As I Could In My Eyes And Balled Out Crying Man. So Much Emotions Is Just Falling Into Play. Like My Son Is Alive But His Twin Is Dead. How Can You Save One But Not The Other.

Devonte: Mommy Don't Cry....I Make You Happy And You Will Always Be Smiling. Frowning Won't Help You Be Happy. I Love You Momma And Thank You For Having Me

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