Chrilani

Chapter Fifteen

Something I wanted to address because I've thought about it.

Kehlani did meet his mother and aunt prior to the time she told them she was pregnant, but it was if they were starting over and yeah. Also, he knew that she lived with her aunt and stuff, but... You get the drill. They were starting over. Sorry if I confused you.

So back to the story.

Kehlani Pov
Chris and I sat in the waiting room. He handed me the paper. I looked at him.
"You got to fill this out." He said.
"Why do I got to?" I asked batting my eyes at him.
"Uh, well I gotta ask you the questions anyway. I don't know some of this." He looked down at the paper. "Birth name." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Kehlani Parrish." I said. He looked over at me.
"Spell that shit homie." He said. I laughed and spelled it out. He nodded and went to the next next question. He looked over at me.
"Birthdate." He said. I sighed. "I'm playing. It's April 24, 1990.... No uh 1995." He said. I looked at home weird.
"What the fuck." I said. He laughed and answered some more questions before we were called back.
I walked in front of Chris. We walked into the room and I sat up in the table. While Chris sat in the chair.
The nurse came in and took my blood pressure and all that shit. And then she gave me a water bottle. She left out the room.
I looked over at Chris. He smiled. "what is it now nigga?" I asked.
"Are you sexually active?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and he laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. When's the last time you had sex?" He asked me. I raised my eyebrow. He laughed and wrote it down. Then the doctor came in.
"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Brown." He said. I looked at Chris.
"Not yet." Chris mumbled.
"Well, we're going to check in on that bundle of joy you got growing inside of you." The doctor said. A nurse came in with a tray of things. I lifted my shirt up some. She put a napkin on the start of my pants. Then she squirted that blue cold shit on my stomach.
I sighed. Then looked over at Chris. He raised his eyebrow at me and smiled. I cleared my throat and looked over at the monitor and looked at our baby boy and baby girl.
"This is so cool." Chris mumbled. I wiped a tear that started to form in my eyes.
"Well, how have your diet been mama?" The doctor asked he placed a couple of stickers on a piece of paper and wrote down somethings.
"Good." I lied. Chris snorted. I looked over at him.
"Well papa bear is saying otherwise." He said.
"Well." I started. The doctor looked up at me. He smiled.
"Well mama, we need you to start eating right." He said. I nodded. "We don't want the babies in bad health do we?" He asked. I shook my head. He smiled and turned off the monitor. "So, the babies are ok. Good work. The c section is set for December 5 at 2:30." The doctor said. I felt Chris look over at me.
"Yeah."
"Ok. I'll see you two in two weeks." He smiled and walked out the room. I sat up and wiped the gel off my stomach.
"So, niggas weren't telling each other that we were getting a c section?" Chris asked.
"We aren't getting a c section. I am."
"Ok, I don't care that you're getting it." He said. I looked over at him. "You changed your mind."
I bit my lip. "Once I found out that I was having twins, I was like, "fuck no. I ain't pushing out 2 muhfuckers at the same time."
"You know that they come out one at a time right?" He asked. I turned and glared at him. He laughed.
"You know that I hate you." I said. He leaned in and kissed me.
"You and I both know that isn't true." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Come on. I wanna leave now. I'm hungry. Let's go to Burger King." I said.
"Nah nigga. We going to Panera Bread to get you some salad."
"I don't want salad." I whined. He looked at me.
"You getting salad."
We walked out to the car. On the way, Chris started singing this random song, I never heard of in my life.
"I bust the windows out ya car. I thought I saw myself by churches box. I smelled that chicken from afar. And I traces that right back to your car. I took that chicken out your car. I really don't care how hungry you are. I'm addicted to chicken and it's not my fault. It must be the sweet aroma. Im taking that chicken out ya car." He sang. I looked over at him. "You know you heard that shit." He said. I stared at him.
"Fuck no." I said making him laugh.
"It's my shit."

(That's the song. 😂😂😂 Don't judge me)