Miranda
“This is not the way it should end, Jermaine Come back inside so we can talk about about this."
“ No! , I am tired of 'talking'.. and to all I'm tired of you!" he yells back.
Tears began to well in my eyes.
I never saw him again. I later found out that I was pregnant...with twins. I met Trey Songz who is now my fiance he was there for me in my pregnancy that wasn't even his, I had the twins, its been 4 years to be exact. Adrienne Tara Cole, and Jermaine Tarrell Cole they began to call Trey Dad and we played along to the roles preferable to them, Trey does not even know that their real father is his J.Cole my former boyfriend, did the twins last name even ring a bell? what can I do though honestly? Him figuring out that their real father is his homeboy scares me, almost so much that I probably wont tell him...ever. He's been their father figure for 4 years that's the least I could do, tell him. This whole thing makes me feel like an Imposter.Miranda
"Adrienne, Junior come downstairs" The twins came downstairs with sleep in their eyes.
" Goodmornin mama"
"HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINS" I grinned a goofy smile.
They both laughed
" Uh-oh.. Dria Run!" junior yelled. They both ran upstairs I tried to keep up, chasing them all the way to me and Treys room
" Daddy, daddy The Tickle minster is coming to get us they jumped on the bed trying to wake him, he smiled before in a swift motion putting them to the back and lunging at me pinning me to the floor,
"The Tickle Monster wants to get you guys on y'all birthday" he said smirking down at me
" Yeah daddy she's the one!" they yelled.
"Oh, is she?" then he kissed me ,I smiled against him licking his bottom lip for entrance, tongue wars begin! I almost forgot the kids were there.
" No daddy dont kiss her, if you kiss a tickle monster you become a tickle mon--ahhhhh!
Trey shot them a evil smirk before they ran.
"morning baby" he said before running after them.
I laughed, I love them.
Trey got them ready for the day and took them shopping to cop some new shoes.
I decided to call my sister Melanie , treys sister Aaleyah , his mom, my mom, and Jermaine's mom, Jermaine's mother, Mama Tara has really been there for me , she knows that her son is father the my kids, she has chosen to leave the whole choice to me on when to tell Jay, the kids love her,, I Invited them to the twins surprise party. Melanie, Aaleyah, and my best friend Dakota were coming early to cook and decorate.
I went upstairs to shower, I put on my Versace dress, accessories and my red louboutins. I flat ironed my curly black and blond hair before heading downstairs, the girls were already there, they know the family secret and they have been surprisingly supportive , these girls were not just my relatives but my best friends.
"Hey girlies"
I smiled, they all turned around
"yasssss, had to get cute!"Dakota and Melanie yelled.
I laughed, and flipped my hair runway walking into the kitchen.
"okay, strut okay"
I laughes again hugging Aaleyah whose been more quiet than usual.
"Leyah can I talk to you she turns around in sunglasses when we get outside, I snatch them off to find exactly what I expected to see a new scar, she had a black eye, typical of that motherfucking Damien.
"Leave him" I say trying to keep my tone in check.
" I cant" she began to cry.
"why NOT?!"
" He threatened to get full custody of Guilliana (Jul-ian-ah), Guilliana is my beautiful green eyed god daughter, she is 3 years old and Aaleyah's kid"
I quickly embraced her in a tight hug, now understanding her fear, apparently Damien Smith is some big time lawyer in the ATL, Aaleyah works at a hair salon as a receptionist so evidently he'd be able to get a better income to even raise a child, so that's a huge threat . I remember when she tried to get help, boy, does that man know how to cover his ass.
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Imposter (J.cole & Trey Songz fan fiction)
Fanfiction“This is not the way it should end, Jermaine come back inside so we can talk about this." “No! I am tired of 'talking'... and to all, I'm tired of you! Tears began to well in my eyes. From that day on I never saw him again. It's been a good four yea...