Jeremiah Jones.
It's your birthday so I know you want to ride out
Even if we only go to my house
Sip more weezy as we sit upon my couch
Feels good but I know you want to cry out....
I'm nineteen, today's my birthday and I'm ready. The boys want to go clubbing and I think its a good idea. Majesty on the other hand. She mad, she real mad because she doesn't want me to go but I'm going.
"You still mad," I ask as I walk into my bedroom she's in my bed in my shirt with her head scarf on. (You know it's real when she got on the head scarf)
"Yeah I'm still mad, don't ask stupid questions," she answers and rolls her eyes.
"Its my birthday why you mad? I just want to go celebrate with my boys," I explain.
"Why not with me," she whines.
"I invited you to come I want you there but you don't want to go," I say and she sighs.
"I don't want to go I have a bad feeling baby," she says.
"A bad feeling," I ask. "Well how about I make you feel good before I go." I slide off my Jordan's and shirt before climbing on top of her.
"Jeremiah," she whispers as I slide off her shirt. My lips cover hers shutting her up, she wraps her arms and legs around me. After she's satisfied I leave. I love MJ and keeping her happy is what I live to do. We both got our acceptance letter from Stanford so that's where we'll be headed in less than four months.
The club is packed with teens and some adults, grown women that look like they could be my Mama looking at me like they want something. Nah I'm good, I can't even get my mind off MJ waiting on me at home. We got to finish what I started before I left I mean... It is my birthday.
Shawty fell in love with a hustler
Man I took her from a buster
Niggas keep talkin' like they know something
I slide on your bitch like she on something
Don't panic, don't panic
We just getting started nigga don't panic
Real niggas getting cake
Watch the fake niggas hate
Don't panic, don't panic
We just getting started nigga don't panic
Don't panic, don't panic
We just getting started nigga don't panic
"Don't panic," a deep voice says from behind me and I feel the gun press against the back of my head. The sound of the gun going off fills the club.
Majesty Morgan.
I've been trying to find the words to tell Jeremiah that I'm three weeks pregnant. How do you tell someone that is so ready for the future that it might not be as bright as we thought. How can we both go to school and raise a baby? Is that even possible? Not too many people do so... Its his birthday so I mean I definitely don't want to tell him today and ruin it. What is he going to say? What are my parents going to say? My Dad is going to kill me, oh my gosh. They're gonna kick me out I just know it. I mean Jeremiah does have his own place but how will our relationship survive we're too young to be parents and having to handle the stresses of bills, a baby and school. I'm scared to tell Sasha I mean she did just lose her baby. What am I going to do?
"I love you. Mommy loves you and Daddy is going to love you. Don't panic," I whisper to my baby.
What you think? I know I went missing I work too much. Sigh.
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