??? POV
???: *hugs him from the back* Hey Prod *smiles*
Prod: hey babe
???: I missed you while you were on tour with them
Prod: i know i missed you alot too
???: what are we gonna do this weekend
Prod: i was thinking about shopping how about that?
???: just so i won't have to beat a pregnant bitch's ass where is your wife?
Prod: at home
???: why don't you divorce her and come to me?
Prod: look , Bahja I love you but i LOVEher even more and she was the one that walked into my life before i even knew you
Bahja: whatever let's just go
Prod : alright
~ IN THOUGHTS~
Prod will love ME even more after that "Marvelous" bitch is gone she stealing me & my man's time together ....
Oh yeah tht '' Marvelous" bitch will pay after all
~ OUT OF THOUGHTS~
Marvelous POV
( ON THE PHONE WITH D'MYA & SYNTARA)
Me: you know what girls?
D&S: What?
Me: Prod has been extra fruity extra weird ... ever sine we moved back to ATL he been going up to Lenox alot and hasn't been as loving as usual
D'Mya: yeah he used to take selfies with you all time and you would post 'em on Facebook and everybody would like them
Syntara: yeah , now he either take 'em by himself or at a formal BET thing while y'all are caught off-guard
PROD: *Walks in the condo* BABE I'M HOME!
Me: look's like i gotta go love you
Girls: love you too
Me: bye * hangs up smiling* *looks up seeing Prod looking mad and he was high*
Prod: who was that? * he said looking angry*
Me: i was on a conference call with D'Mya and Syntara
Prod: y'all never said love you before why you saying it now?
Me: maybe because i haven't seen them in a while * i say with attitude while rolling my eyes*
Prod: did you just get a attitude AND roll your eyes at me AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!
Me: yeah? you got a problem widd it? * sounding GHETTO*
Prod: BITCH *chokes her neck* you better be lucky you pregnant i would have done way worse ! , NOW GO MAKE MY DINNER HOE!
Me: get breath back* umm excuse me but you ain't my DADDY! I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO A DAMN THING YO' STANK BREATH CROOKED ASS TOOTH HAVING ASS HAS TO SAY *i scream in his face then i go down stairs get some pickles and sour cream*
Prod: *smacks me right in the face* bitch go make me dinner!
Me: NO, NIGGA AND IF YOU PUT YO' HANDS ON ME ONE MORE TIME IMMA CALL THE POLICE
Prod: you know what get the fuck out my house i don't even know if those kids are mine after all we NEVER got a DNA test after you gave birth to CHRISTINA! and we gonna get a DNA test after this one is born
Me: i didnt even cheat on you!
Prod: stop LYING! YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GETTING SICK & TIRED OF YOUR LIES GTFO MY HOUSE YOU DAMN HOE BYE NOW!
