Pain,Love, & Lies (URBAN)(ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

Mariah's POV

After taking my shower I lotioned myself and put my undergarments on. I went into my closet and took out my black romper and my MK sandals. I went into my guess room and laid out two outfits so the girls coulod each choose one. I started texting Kavon and he said we could meet up so he could finally meet the girls. I'll schedule another day for him to meet the boys. I can't wait to finally break the news.

Jasmine's POV

"Bae, don't forget we're having dinner at yo bitch ass momma's house!' I yelled as Michael headed outside. I swear I HATED his momma. I HATED his kids. And I especially HATE his babymama. Yeah I know she use to be my rod. When I was pregnant for a bum ass drug lord I would always cry on her shoulder. Yes, I was pregnant before,multiple times to be exact.

I aborted all but one. I'm not gonna speak on that right now though. That's why I got Michael wrapped around my finger. I told him if he slips up over the smallest thing I'm gonna abort this baby I'm carrying. It's not even his child though. To be honest I don't know who the father is. While he was in a meeting across the country a few months ago I hooked up with a few niggas from the trap. Yeah call me a hoe but a bitch has her needs to.

As long as Michael bringing in that dough this baby is HIS responsibility. Speaking of the devil here he comes.

"You and the boys need to be ready in 15 mins I finna fill up the gas tank in the car."

"Aight" I said with a attitude.

"Don't be like that Jas, You know I love you" He said kissing me and rubbing my belly. I ain't bother saying it back. I knew he loved me but Jasmine Sullivan has no love for anybody.

"Okay boo. Imma go get ready" Although I was 2 months I felt fat. Since I'm pregnant I don't go to the trap but I still sell when nobody's home. I waddled up stairs to the room to get dressed. I honestly needed some more clothes since I'm growing. I decided to wear a peplum top,high waisted leggings, and my Jordan Taxi' s.

I'm only 21 and I'm already married and pregnant for like the 6th time. I was basically born and raised in this lifestyle. I'm so use to it that I don't even care what anyone thinks about me. I was the youngest of 8 sisters. We we're all different races. My mom was basically a hoe. She was white and slept with anyone that wasn't white. I was mixed with white,black,and Puerto Rican. I never met my dad and got separated from my mom and sisters at the age of 4. From then on I made the streets and drugs my family.

Even though I was a drug dealer and addict at the age 12, I still completed high school with a 3.8 gpa. I was a trouble maker but I still pulled through. I also played varsity basketball all 4 years. I did pretty good even though I still stole,sole,and even killed. I honestly didn't want to but I had to. It was the only way that I would have some type of title. If it was wasn't for my belly I would've been scrawny af. I sighed while throwing on a gold chain and grabbed my phone and purse. I waddled into Travis' s room and didn't see him there so I went to DeAundre' s and he wasn't in his room either so I figured they were probably downstairs.

I waddled down the stairs to see them both dressed waiting by the door. Travis was wearing a grey Ralph Lauren shirt,cargo shorts,and grey vans. DeAundre was was wearing a red Truckfit shirt,cargo shorts, and red and white jordans. I didn't like them but they were handsome just like their father. They were almost as tall as him too. We went outside just as Michael was pulling up.