I changes the last 2 chapters please go reread
5 months later
Jazz
I'm 8 and a half months now.
I was walking around the mall with Pinky & Lucci.
"Can y'all please slow down" I said trying to catch up with Pinky And Lucci.
"Oooooo look at this crib Jazz" Lucci cooed over the baby blue and white baby crib.
"I guess" I said thinking that me and kahli should be doing this. But I do appreciate my girls.
"I'll be back y'all" I told them.
They ignored me. I just wanted to clear my mind. I stopped by Baskin Robbins to get an ice cream. On my way out someone bumped into me smashing my ice cream into my shirt.
"Fuck" I yelled scraping the excess ice cream off.
"Omg this is Versace" the familiar looking woman squealed.
"I'm sorry" I said honestly.
"You okay baby" Kahlil said grabbing the woman from behind.
I stood there in shock. Seeing Kahlil again brought all my feelings back but seeing him with her made me hate him.
"Jazz?" he asked.
"Yeah I guess I said still wiping my shirt not trying to look at him.
"Wow you-he was cut off.
"I'm Karmen" she held her hand out.
"I'm Jazz" I smiled.
I walked away trying to control my breathing. I couldn't I was hyperventilating and tears were rolling. My wedges weren't moving fast enough. I felt someone grab my arm, it was Pinky. "I'm ready to go home Pinky please call lucci and tell her to hurry I said crying. She didn't change a word she went to go get Lucci. I sat in the back seat of the car with my door open. I needed some air. I seen someone walk up to me.
" You ok" Kahlil asked.
I didn't look up " Yeah my baby giving me a hard time".
"You mean our baby" he said smiling.
I looked up to see Kahlil I wiped my face. "What you want" I said angry.
"To talk" he said honestly.
"You and Karmen talked enough" I said.
"Don't do me like that I at least deserve a explanation." he said.
I looked at him like he has list his dam mind. "Kahlil I decided to keep my son he didn't deserve to die and now I love him more than ever I said rubbing my huge stomach.
"Are you busy tonite he asked.
"No why" I asked skeptical.
"I just want to sit down to talk " he said honestly.
"Okay" I agreed.
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