BPLS: The Finale

Talks

Bahjas POV
The next morning we drove Prod from the hospital to our house. It's going to be nice having him around again...even though we don't know how long it'll last. But I'll be sure to make the best of every moment.
We pulled into the driveway, and I got out and helped Prod out the car. He caught a quick attitude telling me he was a grown ass man and didn't need any help. I still walked him into the house anyway.
As soon as we walked in, Hope ran downstairs with Christian and starting talking to Prod. It's nice to see her interacting with her father. She needs to more now that he's not gonna be here anymore..god how am I supposed to tell her. She's gonna be so broken. She loves her father.
I walked upstairs and stared at myself in the mirror. I was barely showing..had a very small tummy. Princeton soon came up behind and my neck.
End of POV
Prince: You ok?
Bahja: Not really..our friend, he has 4-6 months to live.
Prince: I know..it's crazy. I never thought something like this would happen to us.
Bahja: I know. I just can't help but think of how I'm supposed to explain this to Hope.
Hope: *walks in* Explain what?
Bahja: *turns around* Oh, nothing sweetie. It's not that important.
Hope: You sure? Sounded pretty serious?
Bahja: It's fine. How was Christian?
Hope: Good. He slept most of the time.
Bahja: Ok, let's go check on Prod.
-Bres-
Doc: Breaunna...you just don't listen do you?
Bre: What? *smiles*
Doc: You been stressing? I can feel the pressure in your uterus.
Bre: *sighs* It's a lot to deal with these days.
Doc: *removes tool* How so? Talk to me...it'll help the baby.
Bre: Well for starters, me and my husband barely spend time together anymore. He's always at the studio..
Doc: Ahh..I see. Keep talking.
Bre: Then the worst of it all, my friend has cancer and is dying.
Doc: Sorry..
Bre: It's fine I guess. He claims he ok and he's ready. Just wants to use the rest of time wisely.
Doc: *sighs* Well, for your husband I can suggest you talk to him about going to some birthing classes. It'll help you two, and help the baby. And for your friend, spend as much time with him as you can. No regrets.
Bre: Thanks doc.
Doc: You're welcome. You know Breaunna you're one of my favorite patients?
Bre: Aww thanks. So about those birthing classes?
Doc: You can ask the nurse up front. She'll know.
Bre: Thanks. *walks out*
I drove home and saw that Jacobs car was in the driveway. Look who finally decided to come home.
I walked in and went upstairs to our room. The kids were still at school. When I walked in I heard the shower water. I decided I'd surprise him and wait out here. A couple minutes later the water stopped and he came out in his towel.
Bre: Hey babe, *kisses him*
Jacob: Hey, how was the doctor?
Bre: It was good, I actually had a really good talk with him. I told him how I thought we didn't spend enough time together and he said-
Jacob: Wait, you what? You told the the doctor about our problems?
Bre: He knew I was stressed, he said it'd relieve some pressure on the baby if I talked about it.
Jacob: Ok, but don't go just putting out business out there for everybody. You have a problem, you can come talk to me.
By the end of his sentence, I could sense his attitude because he was yelling.
Bre: First of all, don't ever yell at me like that again. Second, maybe if you'd come home on the daily bases I could actually talk to you!
Jacob: Oh now we're back to this? I told you, I have to work!!!
Bre: That's the thing Jacob!! You don't have to work! Look around you Jacob, we live in fucking mansion!!! We have money! You work hours like we flat ass broke or something..
Jacob: If you're asking me to quit my career..you're truly crazy.
Bre: I'm not saying quit..I miss...your family misses you J. *looks down*
*phone rings*
Bre: *stares at it* You're not gonna-
Jacob: *answers phone*
Bre: *mumbles* No this nigga did not just answer the phone.
Jacob: Yeah, I'll be there at 8. Alright thanks bye.
Bre: JACOB! Were we not just talking about you always leaving?!
Jacob: Babe I gotta go.
Bre: Oh you gotta go? Ok. *chuckles and walks downstairs* it's ok. Totally fine because he had to go. *grabs a knife and goes outside*
Jacob: *follows her* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Bre: *stabs tires and gasp* Now however will you go? Better figure it out soon cuz you just have to go right? *goes back in the house*
-Niques-
Nique: Lets go girls..come on we're gonna be late.
Titi: *grabs bag* Like my purse mommy?
Nique: Beautiful baby..
Roc: *comes downstairs* Titi you didn't give daddy his kiss.
Titi: *kisses him* Bye daddy.
Roc: Nique..my kiss.
Nique: Starr get down here!
Starr: *yells* Mommy wait!!
Nique: We're gonna leave you here. All by yourself with the monsters.
Starr: *runs downstairs* Nooooo mommy please! I'm done!!!
Nique: *picks her up* Don't worry baby, you're coming.
Roc: I'll take them to the car. *grabs them*
Nique: *glares at him*
(1 hour later)
Roc: Can we talk now? Without you going all denial and bitchy on me?
Nique: Excuse you? I'm definitely not talking to you now.
Roc: Sorry..you're not being bitchy. But this silent treatment is childish.
Nique: 😒 You asked to take the girls out of daycare. I clearly said no, and you did it anyway!!!
Roc: I'm sorry! It's for their safety.
Nique: That daycare makes Titi the happiest kid alive and you took that away because you think something might happen. Did you ever think to consider that Ray may not remember. Also the fact that he's still in the hospital. He's not getting out any time soon.
Roc: Nique, I'm sorry!!!
Nique: Maybe when he actually gets out the hospital and you have a logical reason for turning into my security guard, then I'll talk to you! *gets up and walks to the car*