|: Hope U Do...

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So...I had to take a small hiatus. But I'm back now and I'm presenting y'all with the FINAL chapter to Hope U Do...Enjoy y'all and look out for the SEQUEL sometime within the next week or so. :)

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Cree Daniels

4 weeks later....

2pm

"You sure you didn't need me to take you over there? You acted like you had a lot of shit to get?" Yoni asked me as I had her on speakerphone while I was driving.

"I'm good. It's only clothes, really. I can manage."

"Mhm. That big ass belly you toting around and you gone be able to move shit to the car...Better get some help."

I just shook my head. Yoni been calling herself playing somebody MOMMA these last few weeks because she knows it's getting down to the wire with this pregnancy. I was a week and half away from my due date, and ready to pop. And right now...I've been feeling good. Real good.

A lot of things were falling into place for me. I talked to the hiring manager at Mercy Hospital and secured a Medical Assistant position with them after I had Avery. So I was excited about that. PLUS...I found a nice little spot to move into that was going to be closer to work, my mom and Jo, and Yoni. Hell, I was probably gone be even closer to Brandi too. That way she could visit me for a change. And believe it or not...I talked to DEJA.

It had been a while since I had been in contact with her and it was great to finally talk. She had her son, Xavier, and was living with Kehlani in West Hollywood. I told her I was sad about missing out on the birth of her baby, but she was okay with it. Just talking to her briefly, I could tell that motherhood had changed her a lot. I promised to keep in touch more, especially since I was about have my little pum pum soon.

After talking to Yoni for a few more minutes, we got off the phone as I pulled up to the black gate of Chris' house.

After the baby shower, Chris was blowing my phone up for the next couple of weeks. And as much as I was trying to avoid him, I answered at times. Only to hear him try to plead his way back in. I wasn't having it. I was tired of the give and take. So just about two weeks ago, those calls started to dwindle down. He went from just checking up on me one week, to not calling me at all anymore. I couldn't be mad about it though. I was through with the relationship at this point, but I didn't want him to just disappear because we have a child on the way.

I rolled my window down, leaning over to put the code in to get in the gate. I didn't know if he changed it or not, but it was worth a try.

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I was hoping it was still the same, only to see the gates open for me.

"Oh, thank God." I said to myself as I made my way through them. 

I picked my phone up, hitting Chris' number as I parked right in front of the house. I didn't know if he was here or not, but I was coming to get my stuff either way it goes. He didn't answer, so after a few more tries I just said fuck it and got out.

I fixed my ponytail and straightened out my strapless maxi dress I had on as me and my belly walked up to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door loudly a couple of times. I had to be waiting a good 60 seconds just to get no answer.

"He must not be here." I said to myself, stepping back some to see if any of his cars were gone. Nope. They were all there. I didn't even see the truck that Big Pat usually drives. Yea, he must be gone.