[ii] sensational ↠ trey songz

Chapter Eight | All We Do

- Jazelle -

It's been a few days since I had the twins and we were finally able to go home. Tremaine carried them in the car seats, Forrest carried the diaper bags, and one of the nurses rolled me out to the curb in a wheelchair. Trey and Forrest got in the front seats, and I sat in the back seat, in between the twins. "How does it feel to be parents y'all?" Forrest asked both of us.

"It's new, but I'll get used to it. I babysat Layla all the time." I shrugged. Tremaine didn't say anything. He just drove with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on his face. I wonder if he's okay. The ride home from the hospital was silent. A little cry here and there from Kamryn but other than that, quiet as a mouse. We dropped Forrest off at home, and we got in. I put the babies in the playpen and sat on the couch with Trey.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked him.

"Jazzy, I'm stressed the fuck out. I didn't know you were pregnant with twins, I'm releasing an album in a few months, going on tour with Chris. This is too much babe."

"Ok? So you're stressed, I get it. Do you know I haven't worked in almost a year? I had to push these babies out by myself, all these hoes calling my phone. So please don't play the stressed card, please." I said. He shook his head and went into the kitchen.

Just as he opened the refrigerator, Kaiden started crying. "Your son wants you Tremaine." He sighed and picked him up. He just couldn't sleep, he needed his daddy. I got on Twitter to see all of the congrats.

'@KILLDizzle: @TreySongz @JazzyVS Congratulations on the babies. I imagine they're beautiful.'

'@Thickems2014: @TreySongz @JazzyVS Finally, Jazzy had a kid! Bout time. Congrats tho. '

'@TeamJamaine: [UPDATE]: @TreySongz & @JazzyVS welcome their newborn...BABIES, Kamryn Ava and Kaiden Forrest. Congratulations #Jamaine'

I'm so surprised how shit gets out so fast. Maybe Trey's publicist put it out there. I don't really care, I'm just glad I was blessed with my babies.

"Trey, the public knows-" I got cut off by myself.

"Where you going?" I asked him. He was wearing a white tee, an Armani leather jacket, black Trues, and white Forces.

"I'll be back, don't worry about it." he grabbed his keys off of the hook and left. Why is he treating me like this? I didn't do anything to him.

'@JazzyVS: Starting to think it's over before it begins.'

It's our first day back home and he's gone already.

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- Tremaine -

Why am I mad? Because, I'm not ready to be a father of 2. With one, I was okay, but two? That's kind of tough. I've acquired a new friend over the making of Trigga. Mila, Mila J. Damn she fine. That's where I'm on my way to right now. I turned up the radio to 'Sloppy Toppy' by Travis Scott featuring Migos and Peewee Longway. My shit though. I made it to Mila's quick. I pulled in the driveway, can I do this? I sighed.

I knocked on the door, and she opened. "Hey Trey!" she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around me. "Hey Mila." I laughed. She got down and took me to the kitchen.

"How's my baby Trigga been?" she asked.

"Good, my twins arrived." I replied.

"That's great, I'm happy for you. You want anything to drink?"

"Yeah, you got some of that Cherry Noir?" "You know I had to support my boo." she smiled. Mila filled our glasses all the way up. We talked for a minute, then it got deep.