I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore

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a/n: i got my phone taken away and i stole it so this is going to be short.

shakira's p.o.v

we reread the lyrics that i wrote down for him. these were his words and they were so beautiful.

he's going to be going places, that's for sure. his voice is absolutely amazing and his lyrics are so meaningful.

yeah
rest in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the parkland shooting, this song is dedicated to you

okay, she keep calling, she keep calling every single night
day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe
all alone, swear to god, i be in my mind
swear i wanna die, yeah, when you cross my-
said i wanna die, yuh, no i'm not alright, yuh
i might start a riot, yuh, i'm so fucking tired, yuh
so what's up? what you say? feelin good i'm feelin great
tired of the fucking hate, stacking cheese all on my plate

i couldn't read any more because i began to sob.

"baby, why are you crying?" jahseh said, putting his arms around me.

"you're so talented, jah. you're gonna get the attention that you deserve for this. you deserve the absolute best." i said, hugging him.

"thank you, ma. if i get famous, you'll be by my side through it all." he said and then kissed my forehead.

"oh, and i can't forget you." jahseh said and then kissed all over my stomach.

"mwah!" he said after the last kiss.

i hugged him for the last time and then we got back to work.

1 hour later...

we both finished a while ago and now we're sitting on the bed, cuddling and watching netflix.

"i'm getting sleepy, jah." i said.

"okay. can i sing to you until you fall asleep?" he asked me.

"yes." i said and then yawned.

"shawty heard you bad. word so profane something like a bad, word. want your love call me when you can, girl." was all i heard until i chuckled and fell asleep in protective, loving arms.

the next morning...

i woke up to someone kissing all over my body. i look up to see jahseh. his hair was in two pigtails and he had no shirt on.

if i wasn't pregnant i would do many things to him right now.

"my babies are finally up." he said and then kissed my lips and then my stomach.

"do you think it's gonna be a girl or a boy?" i asked jahseh.

"i think it's gonna be a boy." he said.

"no, it's gonna be a girl." i said.

"okay, if it's a boy, i chose the name. if it's a girl, you can choose." he said.

"okay, bet." i said and then we shook hands.

we both hopped into the shower because we didn't have that much time until school started.

he was washing my body and was standing behind me.

i turned around. "why are you looking at me like that?" i asked him and then chuckled.

"maybe i'm looking at you because you're the one." he said and then looked at me in a way which made me forget that i was pregnant.

"you're the one for me too, jahseh." i said and then kissed him, which led to a heated makeout session.

"hold up i'm about to sing something dedicated to my dumbass ex." i said.

"YOU AIN'T THE ONE FOR ME, BABY! YOU AIN'T GOT SHIT I NEED, BITCH! WANT ME TO TAKE MY TIME WITH YOU! WELL MAYBE I'M NOT YOUR SPEED, BITCH! MAYBE I'M OUT YOUR LEAGUE, BITCH! YOU AIN'T EVEN GOT NO CHEESE, BITCH! MAYBE I'M JUST TOO G FOR YOU, OR MAYBE I'M JUST TOO STREET, BITCH!" i screamed the words, as jahseh hyped me up.

"FUCK YOU BRYSON!" jahseh screamed and then i said "PERIOD!" we both started to laugh after that.

we got ready for another day of hell...

TBC...
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