A Chance for Growth

Heaven and Hell

2 months later.....

"Mama come out please....." Marcel called at the door. He could hear her crying from down the hall, as she grew closer to her due date it seemed that anything could tip her off. Everything was 10 times worse.

"Mama, I'm sure you look fine." Marcel spoke.

"No I don't!" She yelled back from the confines of her room. Marcel groaned glaring at the door, 8 months of hormonal hell and counting.

"....If you don't bring yo ass...." He mumbled under his breath.

"MARCEL! IMA BEAT YO ASS BLACK AND BLUE IF I EVER HEAR YOU SAY SOME SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Taraji suddenly yelled swinging the door open, Taraji popped him hard, he whined rubbing his ass. Just cause she was pregnant and going a little nuts, didn't mean she lost her mother ears. If anything they were better, getting ready to hear cries from miles away.

"Get your ass downstairs, before I lose it with you. That damn mouth!" She snapped watching him stomp off down the hall. She could hear him mumbling under his breath. Kicking off her house shoe, she threw it at him connecting with his head.

"You know what little boy. That's fine, wait till yo daddy get here." Taraji snapped spinning around to walk back into her room. Marcel ran into her room attacking her with a hug.

"No mama...I'm sorry." He cried out, she pursed her lips not enjoying the attitude he's been having.

"Move Marcel! Since you wanna be a bad ass, get a bad ass whupping. Get off me." She snapped, he shook his head.

"Daddy hits hard..." He whined.

"Apparently I don't hit hard enough." She spat, prying his arms off. He saw that she wasn't going to be swayed by his words, so he did the next natural thing in the moment. Cry......Taraji tried her hardest to ignore it as she once again tried to fix her hair. She was tired of straightening it, with the pregnancy her hair was growing wild and course.

"See I told you, you was named C-baby for a reason." Junior spoke, stepping into the room.

"Raja are you ready?" He asked, he got a death glare from her and zipped his lips.

"Damn girl, I was just saying." He huffed.

"Oh, T-baby down stairs on the phone with Tracie." Junior stated, Taraji looked at Marcel then nodded making her way to the door. Marcel jumped up trying to grab her.

"Mama Please!" He cried following her down the stairs, Terrence stood at the bottom confused why his son was going all spider money trying to keep his mom from going downstairs.

"Cel if you make your mama fall down these stairs, that's your ass you here me." Terrence snapped helping TJ down the rest of the stairs.

"Get your bad ass little boy. He think he grown and can talk to me any kind of way now. Cussing at me like I'm his damn friend." Taraji snitched, Terry turned fixing his eyes on his son.

"Oh yeah..." He hummed, starting to take his belt off. Marcel vibrated in fear before he just erupted turning to run upstairs. Terry chased after him taking the stairs two at a time till he grabbed a hold of Marcel s shirt.

"Come on boy, let's have a talk." Terrence urged, pushing Marcel into his room. It lit up with cries of pain, as Terry laid into his ass for all the misbehavior and attitude he's been giving.

"Raja, you look so cute." Junior teased, Taraji rolled her eyes. Tracie had her in a pink long sleeve off the shoulder dress, that was outlined with pink fuzz a long the bottom, at the shoulders, and at the wrists.