Saint Josiah
Today Ambrosine and I were on our way to our first doctors appointment together. We now sat in the car as she slept. She cried all morning after seeing an Instagram dm that didn't sit well with her. It was my ex that worked in the Nobu restaurant with her family trying to rekindle some old shit. Let's just say our relationship didn't take steps back but rather her hormones are clouding her judgement about me.
The message lead her to call me all types of "bitches" and "cheaters" while we showered. The shower is supposed to be our happy place and here she was ruining it with her anger. In all honesty, she has the accept the fact that I'm a handsome guy and people will slide in my dms all the time. This time so happened to be an ex. I didn't even bother replying.
We had been going at it all morning since our appointment wasn't until 3 this afternoon. I didn't want Logan in this environment so I dropped her off at my mothers before we went on our way. She yelled and cried so hard that she eventually fell asleep in the cry.
I stole glances of her every now and then as I approached the doctors office. After parking, I sat for a while taking a breather as she still was sound asleep. Unbuckling my seat beat, I began to rub on her belly. She began to move around in her sleep. She didn't stop moving until she found a comfortable position which so happened to be facing me. I want to kiss her badly.
I leaned over and sucked at her bottom lip before slipping my tongue in happy to know she had been chewing on gum so the taste was minty. She returned a kiss back before pulling away and repositioning herself back towards the window.
She wore her natural hair in a bun and took all morning to perfect it. Her edges were 'laid' as she would call it. I couldn't wait to see if our baby would have my mom's silk hair or her coarse hair that was so much more versatile. Last night, before this entire mix up happened. We had a moment. Oddly, it was a moment about our child's hair. She mentioned that if we had a girl, she wouldn't want her to share the same texture hair that Nova has respectively but rather a more thick and coarse texture as her own. She added that she hoped that Nova got her hair from Natalie and not my mom who has the same texture as the both of them. Me on the other had, I had straight 'nigga hair' and I assured her that Allah would be on her side with that wish.
She talked to me about a whole bunch of hair types that I had already forgotten minus 3b and 4c for some odd reason. We watched Youtube videos of mothers showing how a "nappy" texture can be curly. You just have to have the right products. She also reassured me that hair products are so expensive but baby girl needs the best.
I'm almost certain we aren't having a girl but I let her have her moment. Boy, I couldn't wait for this gender reveal on Saturday.
I snapped out my thoughts quickly when my phone began to ring. It was Bully.
"Yo wassgud"
" Shit coolin, how you?" He spoke.
" Shit gucci on my end and urs?"
" We got that new trap location as asked and a shipment will be in for the restaurant."
" Aight copy. Stay up bro love u"
" Aight loc love u too. Say hi to A for me"
" She sleep right now but I got you"
"Later"
(Phone call ends)
Due to Niche rat ass, I'm making sure we change our trap every now and then. As for the 'restaurant shipment' it was actually nothing but cocaine. I had my most loyal workers lined back up ready to give the streets what they've been wanting. I'm moving much smarter about it all. I had to pass some workers onto other upcoming niggas in the drug game who will never surpass me just so I didn't leave them starving. The ones you drop be the ones who come back for revenge and I'm not for that annoying shit. They were now working under other men who I know and supply. Yeah it may be a competition in the drug world but as I said, they'll never surpass me when I'm the source of it all. My day ones and I are the only ones handling the big boy shit and under us are a few workers who pass on product to other dealers. I learned not to trust anybody. But when all is said and done I don't want me or my niggas moving like we hungry so certain shit we won't handle. We on top, we ain't supposed to be the niggas shooting and shit.
