BPLS: The Finale

Every Day Life

NIQUES (That Night)

I woke up from another nightmare screaming and panting. I sat up and felt my forehead drenched as well as the sheets underneath me.

Roc: This is the fourth night in a row. Are you gonna tell me what these dreams are about, or not?

Nique: *sighs* They're about the night we killed Ray.

Roc: How many times do I have to say this; we didn't kill Ray.

Nique: It sure does feel like it. I mean, we did shoot him.

Roc: It was self-defense remember?

Nique: Yes, I remember! I just can't help but feel like he's...I don't know.

Roc: What? Haunting us?

Nique: I know it sounds crazy, but it could be true!

Roc: Nobody is haunting us, Zonnique.

Titi: *runs in* Monster!

Starr: *runs after her* Daddy I'm scared!

Nique: Aww, what happened girls?

Titi: Monster under the bed!

Roc: Uh-oh, a monster?

Starr: Yeah!

Roc: Guess that means you have to sleep with mommy and daddy tonight.

Twins: Yay! *they get in the bed*

I watched as Roc helped both of the girls into the bed and climbed in after them. He looked at me and started to laugh.

Niques: *glares at him* Shut up.

Titi: Mommy, that's mean!

Roc: Yeah mommy that's mean.

Nique: I'm sorry. Please be quiet?

Starr: That's better mommy.

Roc: *chuckles* Goodnight.

BRE

Beautiful: *on the phone*

Jacob: Who are you on the phone with this late?

Jake: Her boyfriend.

Beaut: Shut up! He's just a friend.

Bre: He? Does he have a name?

Beaut: His name is Jason.

Jacob: Yeah, well you better to tell Jason your father says goodnight.

Beaut: *rolls her eyes* Hey, yeah I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow. K, bye. *hangs up*

Bre: Well you guys ready to see the movie?

Jacob: How'd you get the movie anyway?

Bre: Don't worry about it.

-couple hours later-

Jake: Well I'm going to bed. Night ma, dad.

Bre: Take your sister upstairs for me?

Jake: I've been carrying this girl up the stairs since she was 3. She's about to be 15 soon, the girl can walk perfectly fine.

Bre: But she's sleeping, I don't wanna wake her up.

Jake: *throws a pillow at Beaut*

Beaut: *wakes up* What's wrong with you?

Jake: She's up. Night fam. *goes upstairs*

Bre: That boy.

Jacob: *chuckles*

Beaut: The movie is over?

Bre: Yeah hun.

Beaut: K. *goes upstairs*

Jacob: No goodnight?

Beaut: Night, love you guys! *goes in her room*

Bre: *sighs* We haven't had a family night in forever this was nice.

Jacob: Yeah. It'll be even nicer when the baby gets here.

Bre: I don't want you to get-

Jacob: Too excited, I know. But you gotta have faith babe. We're gonna have this baby.

Bre: I hope so.

Jacob: Come on, let's go upstairs.

Bre: Ok.

BAHJA

Christian: Mommy I want pancakes!

Bahja: Ok, go sit at the table.

Christian: *runs out the kitchen*

Prince: *walks in* Hey, I gotta go pick up Hope.

Bahja: What happened?

Prince: Something happened at her friends house.

Bahja: Oh, ok.

Prince: *kisses her* Bye.

Bahja: Love you.

Prince: You too. *leaves*

Bahjas POV

I finished the pancakes, and put them onto plate for a Christian. I got him a glass of milk and put it all on the table for him. Something about the smell of the pancakes made me feel really weird. I asked Christian how they tasted he said they were good.

Next thing I know, I was in the bathroom throwing up. Shit. I know this feeling. Fuck, I can't be pregnant! I have too much going on. I can barely take care of the household I have now without Princeton all on my back. Now he's definitely not gonna let me go on tour if I'm pregnant. I don't know what the hell supposed to do. I gotta go get a test.

After Christian finished eating, I dressed him and I got myself ready. I put him in the car, buckled up his seat and drove to the pharmacy. I put on my glasses and hoodie so I wouldn't be recognized, and took him and quickly went in. I ran straight to the pregnancy test. I bought 4 different kinds. I drove back home, took Christian out the car and ran upstairs.

End Of POV

NIQUE

Starr: Daddy go beat bad guys?

Nique: Yeah sweetie where's Titi?

Starr: Drawing.

Nique: Okay.

I was so bored don't get me wrong I love my girls. But Starr has a smart ass mouth sometimes to be a 4 year old. Roc can handle her much better than I can. And plus, Titi needs a lot more attention than Starr does.

See, the girls both have...disabilities. Titi has dyslexia and Starr has ADHD. So while Starr is usually running around the house all day, I encourage Titi to draw and read and stuff. Like look at picture books and stuff. The doctor says it'll help as she gets older and starts school.

Roc now works as a police officer, so he's gone a lot and we try to alternate with the girls as much as we can. And when the girls start school everything will be much easier but until then...

Starr: Mommy look what I did!

Nique: Get down before you fall and break your neck!

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