(Jazz in m/m) Nick It's 10 o'clock in the morning and I here somebody banging on my door. I have a hang over like a bitch and this shit is making it worst.
I looked at the cameras and it was Yo grip chin ass. I put on my boxers and my basketball shorts.
I brushed my teeth because I know my breath smell like why. I'm barley up and this nigga is banging on my door. I walk down stairs and open the door.
"Wassup bro." I said looking at him. "Nigga wassup, it's 10:30 and yo ass is just now getting up. You gotta go hit up the traps and collect its pay day bitch." He said looking at me. "Get the fuck up out of here. You waking me up over some shit that you can do?" I asked looking at him. "Nigga these yo trap houses I came here to help yo dusty ass out." He said looking at me. "Ight imma go get in the shower and take some pills I'll be ready in a minute." I said jogging up stairs.
I walked in the room and took three Advil's. I took out my grey polo jump suit with the red horse, my cool grey 12s with a red stripe, and my grey polo hat with the red horse.
I got in the shower and washed my ass. I Got out the shower and got dressed and put on my stud, and my diamond nose ring.
Tony and the one of the new niggas was waiting in the front for me. "Tony can you stay with Jasmin and Naomi?" I asked looking at him.
"Ok but take joe with you." He said looking at me. "Who?" I asked. "The other one that always stay with Jazz." He said looking at me. "Ight. Go get him." I said to he other nigga. The other nigga went and got him and we headed out.
We hit up all my trap houses and it was almost perfect until I got to the one in crack central. I call it crack central because that's where all the crack heads are and that's where I should be making all my damn money from but every time it's a problem. I got a total of ten trap houses in Nola, every two weeks I expect 100,000 dollars from each of them. I spend 500,000 on the drugs and the rest is mine. They take they cut out which is ten thousand dollars before they give me my money, but if they can't make the cuts and they got they 10,000 dollars imma need that back. Nigga you don't eat if you don't put in no work.
"Tommy why the fuck do y'all make the least amount and you stationed in crack head central. Look nigga this my last time telling you this shit. You owe me money nigga, I'm being real sweet to you by letting yo ass breath but next time I'm killing yo ass and that's on my son... you owe me 60,000 dollars get to working these streets nigga." I said rolling my window up.
This nigga was just standing there. "Now the fuck, start looking for them fuckin crack heads." I yelled looking at him.
He started walking up the street.
We pulled off fast and I went to the trap.
I called Meech letting him know that I was delaying our order until Friday.
Meech is on my level of getting money before I became don so that's enough. Meech a cool ass nigga but that bitch of his is a snake. Y'all know who his girl is, his girl is the one that was trynna break up me and Jasmin in chapter 1 or 2. I looked at my phone and I got about 10 text messages from Jasmin.
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I got in the car and started to speed to the doctor. I forgot all about it she must've told me a while ago.
I looked at the hospital and I went in. "Jasmin Malcolms." I said looking at the receptionist. "She is in room 203 in the paternity part." She said looking up at me.
I started to walk towards the room and I saw Tony standing out side.
"Step the fuck up Nick." He whispered opening the door.
I looked at jasmin and the doctor was just now checking her weight. After that we went in the room and the ultra sound machine was down so she couldn't do it. When we left out the hospital jazz started to get in her car.
"Come here." I said. She was still waking away from me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her on me. "I'm sorry." I said holding her.
I waived Tony off, and he left. Jasmin looked back and he was gone.
"Why wasn't you texting me back?" She asked moving away from me and folding her arms.
"I left my phone in the car and when I checked you was already assuming I was with another bitch." I said looking her up and down. "Yeah what ever nigga." She said rolling her eyes. I grabbed her and wrapped my hands around her waist resting my hands on her ass.
"How is my jr?" I asked. "He got mad because that bitch poked my stomach to fuckin hard." Jasmin said shaking her head. "Now how you know he was mad?" I asked looking down at her.
"Because every time she tried to poke some fuckin where he kicked that bitch." Jasmin said making me laugh.
"How is school?" I asked looking down at her. "School."She said rolling her eyes. "You gone get through it." I said kissing her cheek. I walked towards the passenger door and opened it for her.
2 months later.
Jasmin is now eight months and it's her baby shower. Jasmin has been having contractions like crazy I hope that lil nigga don't come soon.
Jasmin is sitting in her big chair holding her stomach and everything is going well.
Everything was blue, and silver it was nice. We started to play little games and shit you know getting it cracking. Everybody brought gifts, and what ever else.
Jasmin had got up to tell them what was going on and she was holding her stomach. Next thing you know she peed on herself. "Jasmin you just pissed on your self." I said walking towards her. Jasmin didn't say shit she was just looking at the ground.
"Nick that not pee." She said looking up at me. "Fuck, this is you fucking fault nick, this baby bout my coochie fall off." She screamed grabbing my shirt.
I took my phone out to call the ambulance.
"What's going on!" Some body yelled. "She finna have the baby!" I yelled. Operator: 911 what's the emergency. Me: She having the baby, y'all need to hurry up. Operator: What's your address sir? I gave the address then hung up.
My come over and take a picture of us.
I moved her into the living room and sat her on the couch. "Get me some fuckin ice, I'm hot!" She yelled.
I went in the kitchen and got her some ice and ran back in the living room. Next thing I know my momma is recording. "Ma." I said looking up at her. "Boy get the fuck out of here my grand child is being born and imma record it gotdman it!" She yelled. "Nick I need to push this fuckin baby put, he ready, this lil nigga is ready." She said starting to push. "Girl stop, the ambulance is on the way." I said looking at her. "Look under my dress and pull my panties off I bet you see that lil nigga head!" She yelled.
I did like she said and I saw a head full of hair. Next thing you know I done passed out. I woke up and we was still at the house and Mimi was fanning me.
Jasmin was still on the couch but with towels under neath her and it was an ambulance man helping her give birth. "Alright jasmin, imma need you to push." He said. "Not with out nick!" She yelled. I started to stand up. "He's up now come on we gotta get him out of there." The ambulance person said. I sat next to her and we held hands.
"Alright push." He said. Jasmin squeezed my hand and pushed.
About two pushes later the baby came out. "It's a girl.! The ambulance person said. "A girl!" Me and jasmin both said. "Yes it's a healthy baby girl." He said gains making me and jasmin look at him bout confused.
