Quavo's Trip To Cuba

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Quavo

"What's wrong Shawty?" I asked as I kneeled next to Cuba. I rubbed her back as she sat on the floor unpacking the rest of her things and putting the clothes into her drawers.

"You hear me baby?"

"No." She sighed.

"You don't hear me?" I laughed sitting next to her. All she did was shrug her shoulders and keep her head down.

"Just don't wanna start an argument that's all." She said lowly. I cocked my neck back at her and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why would you need to start an argument?" I asked. I was getting nervous cause Cuba be finding shit out left and right like she the CIA.

"Qua, I just be feeling like, you be lying to me about shit. I don't know why I feel like that, I don't have any proof. But it's just a feeling in my stomach, ya dig?"

"Yeah, I dig. But that feeling is just the baby."

"No nigga, don't play with me." She said rolling her eyes. "I saw you and that girl walking down the stairs together at the baby shower."

"I was helping her find the bathroom-"

"Whatever just drop it. I just wanna go to bed."

She tried to stand up but I had to help her since her belly was bigger than the rest of her body. I looked in her face trying to read her mind but all I got was nothing. I can tell this pregnancy was draining her and all I've been doing is fucking up, which has been stressing her out even more. If she finds out what happened with me & Justine, I'm sure that would be the last strike for her, so I'm determined to make sure that doesn't happen. And Ima make sure I stop fucking around on her.

She crawled into the bed laying the blankets over her body and I walked over laying next to her. I wrapped an arm around her and laid my head on her shoulder.

"Everything's gonna be Ite Shawty." I whispered in her ear.

"I hope so." She whispered back.
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                           2 Days Later

Cuba

I drove down the street as thoughts ran through my head. It's so much going on. My baby brother is going home in 2 days and my heart is literally breaking with every thought of it. I wish there was something I could do, because me and Honduras have been inseparable our whole lives, and I really need him here with me. I pulled up to my grandma's house, honked the horn, and Duras came out 3 minutes later. He sat in the back since Molly was in the front.

"Wassup." He said lowly as slid into the seat. I turned around seeing him slouched with disappointment all over his face. If this was a year ago he would've been so happy about going back home, but things have changed and so has he. He stared forward into space & I rubbed his knee. He paid me no attention so I turned back around and drove off. After a painfully silent ride we arrived to Lenox Square. Our ban was finally over so we figured why not?

We walked into the mall & went into H&M. I couldn't really get anything since I can't fit nothing. I just walked around looking at clothes and helping Molly find things. When she got everything she wanted she went to go buy them. When she opened her wallet I noticed it was full of cash. I'm talking thousands of dollars. I looked at her confusion, and she smiled at me.

"Where you get all that damn money from?" I question.

"Don't worry about it." She laughed, handing some to the cashier.