[ii] sensational ↠ trey songz

Chapter Six | All That Matters

- Jazelle -

My sister is finally married! Yas, I'm so happy. Tremaine and I left the reception, he was drunk as fuck. Oh the way home he kept singing his new song 'Na Na' in my ear. "Trey shut the fuck up!" I yelled. He laughed and got quiet. A few minutes later, he started singing 'Or Nah' by Ty Dolla $ign and Wiz Khalifa. We made it home safely, I just put my earphones in and tuned him out.

I laid down beside him, he was knocked out already. I dozed off to sleep when I got a sharp pain in my stomach.

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- Tremaine -

I admit I was drunk af, but I felt like singing. Jazzy was being rude so when we got home I fell asleep. I was awakened by her sitting up and tapping me.

"Baby what's wrong?" I groggily asked.

"My stomach is not fucking acting right, it feels like cramps!" she screamed. I knew exactly what it was. A six letter word. Stress.

"Let's get you in the tub." I pulled her to the bathroom and shedded her clothes off. I lit some candles, and played 'We All Try' by Frank Ocean in the background.

"What's your point of all this?" she asked.

"Jazzy, be quiet, just relax. Jazzma taught me this stuff a few weeks ago." I said.

"I loved the chemistry between you and Ms. Acosta in that video." she sarcastically said. I'm trying to get her away from negative energy, yet she keeps bringing it forth by being petty.

"Chill Jaz, just relax. Close your eyes, tilt your head back, and think about the good, okay?"

"Yeah okay." she said, rolling her eyes. I sighed and sang along with Frank. Jazzy was stressed the fuck out. Shit her? I am. The album TRIGGA is releasing soon, this dumbass August Alsina beef, these gay rumors. Trey Songz can't stay out of shit! Jazzy ended up falling asleep. I rinsed her off, put her on a t-shirt and some panties, and layed her down on the bed. My phone buzzed.

Dancer #4 (Selena B.) - What up Trey? You never called like you said you would.

- I never said that lol. Don't fucking text my phone on bullshit. This is business only.

Dancer #4 (Selena B.) - It wasn't "business only" when you had yo mouth all over me, was it? I think not. It wasn't "business only" when you kissed Danielle. I don't want to hear it.

- Fuck you, you're fired. I'm getting my damn number changed. Crazy hoe.

Dancer #4 (Selena B.) - We'll see how Jazzy feels about this. Bye Trey. 😏😘

I threw my phone across the room. She pissed me the fuck off, she trying to fuck up my family b.

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- The Next Morning -

I went to go meet up with Adrienne, Chyna, Rihanna, Mrs. Evans, Mumma, and Grumma. We were thinking of a venue to have Jazzy's shower at. "Let's keep it as simple as possible and have it at my vacay house." Rih shrugged.

"Yeah, that's cool." I agreed. I took the girls out to the spa and we had breakfast, discussing our future plans.

"So Trey you ready for your first child?" Mrs. Evans asked me.

"Yeah, I mean it was kind of a surprise but I'll be able to handle it." I shrugged, taking a bite of my pancakes.

"It's easy, but it's not. I don't miss they crying and the pooping!" Adrienne laughed.