Bad & Boujee

Bad & Boujee || Thirteen

Nine Months Later

"Ughhh. I wish this baby would pop out of me already." I screamed.

"Girl hush, princesses can't be rushed. Beauty takes time." Karma rubbed my stomach.

"Yeah fuck allat mane. I'm ready for her ass to stop kicking me."

I was so excited to be having a little girl. When I found out what the sex of the baby was, I couldn't wait until Jay called me. I went to the jail to see him. Still screaming free my baby until I see my baby.

"Look bitch I'm not here for the damn attitudes. I came to rub yo stank ass feet." She rolled her eyes as I rolled mine. There was a knock at the door. I looked at Karma and we stared at each other. She got up and opened the door.

"Kariiiii, come here. I don't know who this is." Karma said. I walked towards the door and almost fainted.

"Baby I missed you so fucking much." I attempted to jump into Jay's arms. But I couldn't since I was fat now.

"I missed you and my little princess." He placed his hand on my stomach, and kissed my lips.

"Okay I will leave you two love birds alone Takari, you know where I'm boo."

"Bye Karma, she don't need you no more. I'm here now."

"Jay shut the fuck up." Karma laughed. "Take care of my babies young nigga."

Karma left the house and we chilled and talked. I missed this dude so much, nobody knew how much though.

"I'm so sorry baby. I didn't want to leave you so lonely. I promise I will never do it again." Jay expressed his feelings for Takari.

"My love didn't change. It will stay the same."

"Have you been okay? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Rub my feet." I smiled. We shared a laugh. We
conversed about certain things like discussing the healtg of our child. I can't lose this boy again. He's my heart.

I ended up drifting off to sleep and when I woke back up, Jay was walking in with a bag, looks like food.

"I got your fave before I head out."

"American Deli?" I questioned.

"Ten piece."

"Buffalo?"

"Yup, with a Sprite and no ice."

"You know me so well." I smiled and he smiled back.

"Where you going?" I asked, taking a big bite of the chicken.

"Gotta stack my money back up. The streets need me. I'mma be back around 12."

I sighed, "Okay, call me when you on ya way back here."

"Alright baby, I love you." He kissed my forehead and headed out the door.

"Love you more." I whispered, rolling my eyes.

Third Person P.O.V

As soon as Jay walked out, drama began. He called his niggas and let them know what the deal was. They was all with the shits. Step one was to serve a few crack fiends. Step two was to run down on this nigga that owed him before he got locked. Step three? Make some more money. All steps were completed with no troubles. Step four was to head home. Leaving the alley, he dapped his boys and sped off. All of them leaving in different directions. Jay stopped at the red light and pulled out his phone to call his baby Takari. An all black truck pulled up next to him, he knew it wasn't one of his friends. They rolled them windows down and pop, they blew that nigga head off.

Meanwhile at home, Takari was missing her nigga. She blew up his phone with calls, texts, and voicemails because it was now 2 am, way
passed 12. Laying back on her bed, she prayed, hoping her baby boy was safe. She eventually fell asleep.

Mad at the world, Takari sat on the couch waiting on Jay to walk in the door so she could go off on him. Little did she know, Jay wasn't coming home.