I put on my outfit for the next scene. Yazz walked into my dressing room in the middle of me putting on the shorts.
"Are you okay baby?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just don't like Marcus."
"I don't like him either."
A picture fell off my mirror and Gets here picked it up
"Thanks."
"Who are they?"
"That woman is Taraji. And that little girl. Believe it or not. Thats Me. And the boy is My brother Taraji's son. Im older of course. Hes at home right now."
"And who's that man?"
"He's. Nobody."
I flipped the picture face down.
"What's the.."
"Everyone on set!" The director yelled
"We gotta go."
Yazz took me by the arm and I snatched away
After we were done filming the scene I put on the clothes I already had on. Before we started filming
Taraji and Grace (Cookie on Empire and Anika on Empire) were talking so I walk up and clear my throat
Grace: oh my gosh girl! Your about to bust!
Me: yeah. He's growing really fast
Taraji: that's my grandson.
She touched my belly and he kicked. Hard.
Me: I don't think he wants your hand there mama.
Taraji: well I'm still going to touch you little boy
The baby kicked really hard
Me: stop that.
Grace: is it okay if I touch him?
Me: sure. He's really up right now.
I took her hand and put it where the baby was
Grace: look. I can see his foot.
I look down and his foot was on my belly pressing so hard I could see the print I took a picture and sent it to Bryshere with the caption 'you better come get your son'
Bryshere came over and rubbed my belly from behind and said
Bryshere: do you like my creation
Me: our. Creation.
Taraji: he's not a creation. Hes a child.
Grace: me and trai have some clothes and things for the baby in the car
Me: oh really? Thank you!
Grace: how far are you?
Me: three months.
