Rashad.
I strapped Ant into his carseat as Tamara buckled Tony into his. We get to take them home today after a week of being in the hospital. They wanted to continue to watch them since they were premature. Turns out she was actually eight months pregnant. After making sure they were safe, I got into the driver seat as Tamara got in the passenger seat.
"We get to take care of them on our own now," She sighed.
"Yeah. You ready for restless nights?" I sighed.
"We should be used to them," She gave me a reassuring smile.
"You right, but we already have the deal to take turns during the night when they wildin," I chuckled while turning on our street.
"Yeah. Imma see if that lasts," She stated.
I just shook my head. I feel like she underestimating me, but I mean, that's just girls.
I carried Ant into the house then sat his carrier onto the couch. I picked him up then carried him up the stairs while bouncing him on my shoulder. I laid him on his back in his crib then smiled at him. A couple of minutes later, Tamara came in the room with a screaming Tony.
"Can you make him a bottle please," She asked with a sigh while bouncing him on her shoulder.
"Yeah,"
I walked toward their shelf then grabbed a bottle and the formula. I fixed the bottle then shook it up.
"Warm it up or," I trailed off while looking at her who was now sitting in their rocking chair.
"Yeah. Put it on thirty seconds,"
I did what she said then waited for it to sound off. She looks so tired. I would take over and tell her to go to sleep, but it's two of them. I can't do it by myself.
"Ding," The microwave interrupted my thoughts.
I snatched the door to it open then grabbed the bottle. I handed it to her when Ant began crying. I guess he's hungry too. I walked toward his crib then picked him up and laid him on my shoulder while holding his neck so it can balance.
I fell back onto the bed exhausted from today. It took hours to get the babies to sleep. One would go to sleep then the other would start screaming and wake the other.
"Did you finish your verse for Kid Ink," Tamara asked me while yawning.
I groaned then rolled onto the floor before standing up and walking down the stairs quietly. I opened the door to the studio then pulled out my notepad and turned on the instrumental of the song. I stepped into the booth and began singing the words from the notepad.
I stopped the playback of the song as I heard a baby crying from upstairs. I rushed toward their room before Tamara could. I was skipping up two stairs at a time.
"I got it," I called to her.
I walked into their room then walked over to Ant's crib. I picked him up then carried him down the stairs. He quieted down after stepping into the studio.
"You wanted to work with daddy?" I asked him in a baby voice.
He just looked at me. I chuckled slightly then began the playback again. He wailed loudly and I turned it off which caused him to get quiet.
"You don't like my singing?" I chuckled.
I began playing the songs from my album on shuffle. Maybe he'll go to sleep. I put him in the crook of my arms while 'Ah Yeah' began to play.
"See, this was the song I made about your mom, well, most of my songs were about her, but alot of those songs got us in trouble and you came, but I'm glad you're here along with your brother," I smiled while looking down at him who's wide eyes were staring at me.
"You know, you got a big head, but you got that from your mom. She has a really big head," I laughed.
"Don't lie to him. You have the big head," Tamara said while walking over to me.
"You supposed to be sleep," I said while looking at her.
"And you supposed to be working on your song,"
"I'm done," I smirked at her.
"Let me hear it," She said while sitting in the rolling chair next to me.
I pressed play then Tony began screaming from upstairs. I laughed then shook my head. Tamara sighed then pushed herself out of the seat and rushed toward their room. I looked down at Ant who was sound asleep.
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Tamara.
I carried Antonio in my arms as Rashad carried Anthony while we walked down the hall of JET magazine headquarters. Today, we're doing a photo shoot with the family and the boys are three weeks old. Tomorrow we have another photo shoot for our album with out the babies, but I don't wanna leave them with anybody else because you don't know who to trust.
"Mrs. and Mr.Spencer?" A lady called to us.
Not even married and that's how they address us. Our love must be that defined.
We turned toward her then followed her to the room that we would be taking our pictures in. I smiled at Rashad as he struggled to move Ant onto his other shoulder while holding the baby bag.
"Told you we should've gotten their carriers," I chuckled while shaking my head.
"Well sorry," He rolled his eyes.
He's been kinda cranky so I've been letting all that attitude slide since he's under a lot of stress with the press on his ass. Alot has happened in these three weeks. Somebody sold the video tape of him and Tinashe in the elevator and did a slight edit to it, so it would look like Shad confessed his love to her. We got a hold to the original tape and put it out, but they believe what they want to.
"You need to quit with that attitude out. Ian do shit to you and I'm tired of it," I sighed.
"I'm sorry and what I say about cussin in front of them,"
"Whatever, but I'm serious. Stop it,"
He grabbed my arm gently which caused me to stop then I turned around to face him.
"Baby, I'm sorry that I been being grumpy all the time, but I'm just under so much pressure right now and I know it's not an excuse to be treatin' like this," He sighed while looking at me.
I shook my head. "Not here, but it's fine. I'm fine," I said before turning away from and walking toward the room. I entered the room and Tinashe was here taking her pictures for her article.
"Fuck," I heard Rashad mumble.
"What happened to not cussin around the kids," I teased him.
This should be interesting.
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So they've started their family and all that good lol but I know you guys are wondering when's the wedding. Honestly, Ion know how weddings are because I don't really go to weddings and the ones I've been to were kinda ratchet soo ;-; Imma just be creative with it or whatever so wait on it and also, It'll be during the winter instead of May because I noticed that my math was off ;-; Not the best in math tbh. Anyway, this was a long authors message or Whatever but I needed to let you guys know some of the changes.
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