Part ll. Is It Still A Game

Four Months Later

*Jazz POV*

Me And Bre Are Going To The Doctors Office To Find Out What Were Having The Boys Coming To I Was The First One Back There Prod Back Here With Me

"OK Jazmin Can You Pull Up Your Shirt" Nurse Said I Pulled Up My Shirt And She Rolled Some Of That Cold Gel On My Stomach I Gripped Prod Hand That Shit Cold "Oww" Prod Yelled "I Can Imagine When She's Given Birth" Nurse Said "I Hope I Have A C-section Like Last Time" I Groaned "Ok Jazmin You Are Having A Baby Girl" Nurse Said "Oh My God Yes I Wanted A Girl" I Said "For The Next 5 Months If Everything Goes Smoothly You Will Have Your Baby Naturally" Nurse Said "Is An C-section And Option" I Asked "I'm Sorry Jazz But An C-section Cannot Be Requested" Nurse Said Laughing "Damn" I Said She Cleaned The Gel Off My Stomach And We Walked Back To The Waiting Room To See Bre And Prince Coming Out The Other Room prince Looking Happy Ass Hell And Bre Looking Casual

"Dude Calm Down The Fuck Your Problem" Prod Laughed "Bre's Having A Boy" Prince Said "Aww A Boy im Having A Girl" I Said "Did Bahja Text You" Bre Said "No What She Say" I Said Curious "So She And Nique Supposdly Is Throwing Me And You A Baby Shower And She's So Busy That She Can't Pick Up Her Phone" Bre Said "I'm Cool With That" I Said "I'm Not I Really Don't Feel like Doing Anything but Eat And Sleep" Bre groaned

"Well You Cant That's Not healthy For The Baby" I Said "Blah Blah Blah Blah" Bre Said "Why Are You Singing Rich Homies New Song" Prince Said We All Laughed At This Motherfucker

(If You Haven't Herd Rich Homie My Homie song Too Listen To it Rich Homie Quan- blah Blah Blah)

We All Walked Outside To Prince Car And Got In And Drove To Tiny House That's Were Everybody Was Anyway We Walked In The House To Yelling "Nique Get Your Ass Up And Help Me With This Shit" Bahja Yelled "I Am Hold The Fuck Up" Nique Yelled Back "Y'all Tripping" Roc Said "Who The Hell Tripping" Bahja And Nique Yelled "Get The Hell Out My Ear Yelling Ray Come Get These Girls Man" Roc Yelled "Naah Man These Bitches Crazy" Ray Said Rocking Back And Forth On The Couch We All Laughed In till Tip Walked In And Everything Got Quiet Because He Literally Almost Knocked Bre Down

"God Damn Tip What You Trying To Do" Bre Said "Sorry Bre" Tip Said "What's Wrong With You" Nique Said "Your Got Damn Sister Is What's Wrong With Me" Tip Said Walking In The Kitchen "Pops I'm Sorry" Deyjah Said Walking In The House "Deyjah Just Go Up To Your Room" Tiny Said Walking In The House "I'm Fucking 17 Damn" Deyjah Yelled Stomping Up The Stairs

"What Happened" I Said "So You're Sister Has Been Out There Having Sex Right" Tip Said E/b Was Like OK And "She's 17 She Will Be Grown Next Year" Nique Said "Not In My Damn House" Tip Said Walking Away King Walked In "Bae" King Yelled Hugging Bahja "Nigga How Many Times I Gotta Tell You You're To Young For Me I'm 23 Your 15" Bahja Yelled "Dont Front Beautiful" King Said touching Her Chin

"Tiny" Bahja Yelled I Laughed King Hawed Ass Up The Stairs "Roc Got Some Competition" Prince Said "Shut The Hell up Nigga" Bre Said Sitting Down "What I Do" Prince Said "Ion Got No Competition King A Little Boy He Couldn't Handle Bahja The Way I Handle Her I Put Her In Her Place" Roc Said "Nigga You Wish" Bahja Said "Who Can't Handle Bahja If She Want Me To Show Her I Can Show Her How Deep Love Can Get And Oh Yeah It Can Get Deep" King Said

"I Don't Want Your Loving" Bahja Said Rolling Her Eyes "Why Not I'll Show You Something You Ain't Never Felt Before" King Said "King Get Out" Nique Yelled "You Get Out And This Ain't Even Yo Damn House Go Home" King Yelled "Tip" Nique Yelled King Ran Back Upstairs "Who Coming With Me To The Store" I Said "I'm Gone Go" Nique And Bee Said "Its To Far I'll Stay Here" Bre Said "I'm Coming To" Prod Said

We All Walked Out To The Car "Let Me Help You" Prod Said "Prod Move I'm Pregnant Not Helpless" I Yelled "Well Damn What's Wrong With You" Nique Said "Man Naah She Just Keep Bitching For No Reason" Prod Said It Got Quiet In The Car "Excuse Me?" I Said "You Fucking Heard Me" Prod Said "How The Hell Am I Bitching" I Yelled "You Keep Going The Hell Off For No Reason When I'm Just Trying To Help You" Prod Yelled "I Don't Need You're Fucking Help You Act Like My Legs Are Broke You Know What Get The Fuck Out My Car" I Yelled "Bitch I Payed For This Shit So Its My Car" Prod Said "Excuse Me? Did You Just Call Me A Bitch" I Said