Promises

-15-

In the next couple of weeks I had finally gotten in to my routine after moving in with Dave.

He ended up having to take an overnight trip to Philly for a performance so I stayed home and took my finals while taking care of Kairi. 

When Dave had gotten back home he took us to dinner and out for ice cream. Afterwards Dave wanted to go to the studio so he dropped Kairi at his parents.

"Baby, you could have kept her with me" I said. 

"No, you need a break. You coming with me." He replied.

"Hmm alright babe. I appreciate that" I said with a smile. 

We smoked a blunt, Dave called his driver and we went into the city. It felt nice to be out with him again. One thing I hated about our relationship was that he had to travel so much.

When we pulled up to the studio, Dave's boys from Harlem were waiting for him outside. We all headed into the studio and smoked a few blunts while Dave was writing a couple of bars.

 It was nice seeing him in his element. Once he had his flow together, he went in the booth and killed it. 

After the first verse, he came out and started to write again. He kept looking at me and smiling as he wrote. 

"No baby. Don't write anything else about us." I said. 

"Too late…" He said with a smile. 

"play that beat again" he said as he got in the booth.

"Just me and my bitch. She fell in love with the dick.... So bad she could win an award, just me and my bitch…...Told her stay away from sucker shit. Just me and bitch in the drop, she listen to Biggie and Pac. She knows I got hoes on my top, she can't wait for my shit to drop. She not in her feelings. I wake up all in her mouth, got ass like she from the south. I hit it all on the couch, don't know what she talkin' about like, "How do it feel to be with a nigga that's real"….. I love when she naked in pics. My bitch is the shit. Niggas shoot shots and they miss, she fly when it's not an event, just me and my bitch. She don't get nervous if I tell her ride with the stick, she just tryna find out how to get rich. She ain't really tryna hop in no pics. Pussy good, got me coppin' her shit. Just me and my bitch in the coupe, we get low  Just me and my bitch, we be doin' the most. Yeah, that's my bitch, I'm like, "Who wanna know?" Just me and my bitch… " Dave rapped.

His boy turned to me and laughed.

"Look at you blushin n shit" his friend Shooter said.

"Shut up nigga" I replied.

Dave got out of the booth and smiled at me. 

"What you thought ma?" He asked.

"It was dope babe. Everything you do is dope" i replied. 

He kissed me and wrote his last verse. As he was writing, I began to feel nauseous.

"What did y'all roll in?" I asked.

"Rusian Creme woods. Why?" Shooter said.

"Nothing. Just curious" I replied. 

I  never smoked in a backwood of that flavor so I stopped smoking and immediately felt better.

After Dave finished writing his song, he ran thru it about 5 times before going home.

It was nice to be included in his craft. Even though I wished he'd avoid rapping about me, it still made me feel special and I knew he was serious about me.

On our way home I started to feel sick again. 

"Whats wrong baby girl?" Dave asked.

"Nothing, I just feel a little weird. Maybe it's the roll up ya boys used. I'm not used to that much tobacco" I said.