Brayln has been going through some things. And when she finally opens up to her family she's more Broken than she thought she'd be.
Can she depend on her family to help her? Or does she have to bottle it up like the rest of her problems?
She's broke...
" Hoooeeeemmyyyygoooddd he is sooooo fine. " I mumbled to myself as I scrolled down instagram. "Only if he was grown booyyyyy. " I licked my lips feeling like an old perv.
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"Brayln?!" I damn near jumped out of my fucking skin. I'm caught!
"What nigga damn. " I got up from the couch and went upstairs to see what this nigga wanted.
"Yesss." I looked at his back as he rummaged around in the closet. Don't you just fucking love backs😋 "You know where my white button down is? The polo one. The one that I had on when we went to church last Sunday with momma?" I scratched the back of my neck.
"S-see umm. It's at my house. It just looked so comfortable that I just had to take it. Forgive me?"
"Braayyyy. What imma wear now?" He turned around and mugged me.
" Jayceon just wear the other one from Balmain. It's not that fucking hard. Damn. Fucking dumba-" I was cut off by Harlem crying. I ran into his nursery and picked him up.
"Bray is here baby. Stop crying. " I rocked him side to side and looked over at Amir who was sleeping, peacefully might I add. We were currently at Jayceon's house. Chris was on a 6 week tour, and I hate staying alone sooooo here we were.
"What's wrong wit' my baby. " Jayceon carefully took him out of my arms and started to rock him.
"Jay he's gonna ruin your shirt. He's about to throw up,feel his stomach. " I knew that baby like the back of my hand. I had fell in love.
Jayceon reached down and scrunched his face up. "He's gas-" Jayceon damn near dropped my baby when he spit up.
"See stupid ass! I told you!" I pushed Jayceon out the way and cleaned Harlem up. "Go find you something else to wear, so we can go!" I turned around and he was leaning against the door frame.
" You not my momma. " he turned around and walked out.
"Childish ass. " I mumbled.
When I got done cleaning Harlem up, I placed him in the bassinet and woke Amir up. "C'mom baby wake up. "
"Where's my jay?" He rose up and started looking for jay.
"He's in there getting dressed. You have to get up,so we can leave. " he got out of the toddler bed that Jayceon placed in here and walked to the adjoining bathroom.
