Nyla DeGrate
August 2nd,2000
Los Angeles, California
[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]
I was currently sitting down on the living room couch watching re runs of the Fresh Prince Of Belair.
I was now 9 months pregnant and I was so ready for this baby to get out of here.
"DeVante!" I yell at top to my lungs, calling him to pass me some ketchup for the French fries I was currently eating.
Since this pregnancy began, I've been eating nonstop. Babygirl really likes to eat and I wouldn't be surprised if she came out big at all.
"DeVante!" I yell again.
I know he hears me from upstairs and there is no reason why he shouldn't have came down already.
For someone who isn't carrying the child, he acts more stressed out than me.
I looked up from the television and I saw him running down the stairs.
"You called me?" He asks
"I called you twice." I say and I could tell he was tired.
His eyes were red as hell and his hair was a hot mess. It looked as if I woke him up or something and I began to feel bad.
"What happened?" He lowly asks.
"Nothing I got it." I say, getting up from my seat to go to the kitchen.
As I got up I felt like a gallon of water left my body.
I looked at DeVante and I could tell he didn't know what just happened.
I slowly looked down at the floor and I saw it was wet. I looked back up at DeVante and I noticed him become worried.
"Are you okay baby?" He asks and my face began to squirm up.
"I think my water just broke." I slowly say and he furrows his eyebrows.
"What does that mean?" He asks and I kiss my teeth.
"The baby is coming.." I calmly say.
I had to be at least the calm one in the situation because I knew DeVante was going to loose his shit.
He can't handle pressure and when things happen unexpectedly. I wasn't due till 2 more weeks. But i was ready to meet my babygirl so she came just in time.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." He yells, running off upstairs. I sat back down on the couch as I started to feel intense pain in my stomach.
I needed to remain calm and collective.
All of my family was in Brooklyn and I was honestly sad because they wouldn't be here to experience me giving birth. All I had was De & Dalvin.
K-Ci & JoJo was on some tour together and they aren't in the United States.
Why I gotta be stuck with the damn DeGrates?
De ran back downstairs with the car keys and the fraternal bag.
He put the bag over his shoulder and he ran over to me and helped me up.
YOU ARE READING
HAZEL 2 ➝ D.SWING x AALIYAH.
Fanfiction[if you haven't read Hazel don't click on this story until you have] This is a continuation of the love story of Nyla-Janae Jones and DeVante Swing four years later after departing from each other in the summer of 1990.
