Flaws and All

(Chpt.8-09) Who's boss🤔

Chapter Eight
-Mama Mama-
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:: The Next day ::🌞
(JayJay's Pov)💋

Just coming home from work, I see Christine sitting on the couch and watching tv.

"Hey babe" I greeted her, coming over to give her a little love.

"Hey baby" she gave me a kiss as I sat down next to her.

"How was your day? You said you had to go to the police station right, why?"

"To put that lunatic in jail..."

"Lunatic? Who?"

"Your baby mama JayJay" ...awe. Hell no...

"What? Why?...Is she really in jail?" I asked her in a serious tone.

"Yes, she's really in jail. That crazy b*tch messed up my car! And now she has to pay for it"

"Look babe, I understand your frustration with Diynara but she's carrying my child. And I don't want her carrying my child living in jail..."

"So what? You're going to go get her out now?" she looked at me pissed.

"Sadly yes. I have to, I can't let my daughter be born in no jail cell. I'm sorry babe but I can't let that happen. I'll be home soon" I got up and left.

:: 20 minutes later ::
(Dyme's Pov)

Sitting down on this hard-ass mattress they provided in the cells, I heard a couple of footsteps approaching. Sooner than later, I was relieved by the sight of Jacob and another officer coming to get me.

I stood up and stretched a little, coming up to the door as I held on to the bars. I smiled at him, I knew he'd come.

"Can you give us a second" he asked the guard, and watched him walk away after that.

He looked back over to me again, and sighed. "Hi, Diya"

"Hey baby daddy. I haven't heard you call me that in a minute" I chuckled.

"I bet, but why did you have to do that to my girlfriend's car...?" he rubbed his temple.

"Because that b*tch tried it, so I tried it with her whip. She keeps getting smart with me Jacob and she won't be happy til I have this baby and knock all the makeup off her face"

He laughed at me.

"And she lucky she didn't wake up next to all her hair on her pillow. If she keeps it up, I'm a cut that bitch bald" ...just like I did Vanessa😈😌💇💇💇

"Damn, if only you ain't have my daughter in there. I'd really let you stay in here, you probably need it..."

"So I NEED to be locked up huh? Nigga please, you know damn well you couldn't last with me in here. You're fucking weak Jacob and I don't know who you tryna fool. Ya b*tch ain't here so be real..."

"I am being real! You think I need you huh? You want me to just leave you in here Diya because I won't fucking waste my time anymore. On second thought, I'm out yo. Fuck this" He walked away, going down the hall.

"No! Jay wait! I'm sorry okay" I yelled, leaning over.

"Nah I'm leaving you in here. I'm a just come pick up my daughter from the hospital" ...ugh😒 I'm not playing with him.

"Don't you fucking leave me in here yo! I said I'm sorry"

"Too fucking late. Cry me a fucking river"

And just like that, he left me in here to rot for the night. But maybe I kind of deserved that. I was being a pretty bad girl these days😩 ...a pregnant one at that.

:: The following day, 12:46 pm ::

Suddenly, the nigga returned a day later with yet another officer. I struggled a bit to get up from the floor but I eventually made it back over to clenched on to the bars again.

I gritted my eyes at him through the cell this time, watching him do the same as we stared at each other. I was a little pissed that he left me here overnight. I was so uncomfortable all night on that mattress, so yeah....Dyme's a little cranky.

"I don't get a "hi baby daddy" anymore?" he chuckled, breaking the awkward silence.

"........Why would you leave me like that?" I sharpened my eyebrows at him, seriously.

"Because I ain't like what you said to me. Who the f*ck do you think I am? You must've forgotten over the past few months huh? You don't control me. This ain't the f*cking Dyme Show. And you're only relevant to me right now because you're having my daughter and that's it. And when she get here, my attention is going to be for the greater good of her. Not you Diynara, you're just my crazy-a** baby mama. Get that through that fucking thick skull of yours okay. And since I did you a soild by bailing ya annoying-a** out, you better not mess with my girl.....got that? And I'll deal with her too don't worry. But you better stop blowing up my phone, coming by my house unexpectedly and all the other bullshit you be doing. Don't wanna listen to my warning? Play with me, and watch I make your life a living hell. I run Miami baby girl, you know who my family is. And I hope you know enough not to f*ck with me. ......You can let her out now officer" he attempted to walk away.

I watched as the officer opened up the cell for me to step out to meet both of them on the other side. Immediately, I went up to Jay and clapped my hands in his applause to be smart.

*clapping* "Yayy, you feel in charge now?! Huh?! Congratulations Jacob....you finally stood up to me. But guess what NIGGA. *gets in his face* Do you know who I am? And you're right, this ain't the Dyme show but you and that b*tch always staying tuned to see what's happening with my business. And you're absolutely right about me only being important because of our daughter.....you're absolutely right Jay! Same goes for you too! I don't need you either! So get that--"

"Then go back in that fucking cell then!" he yelled angrily.

"Make me..." I folded my arms.

He bit his lip in aggravation, clenching his fist on the side of him.
"I swear you lucky you're a b*tch and a pregnant one too..."

"Nigga, you lucky that I am pregnant. You know I don't gotta problem with fighting. Nigga or not,...just get out my f*cking way so I can go catch my bus"

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